The next day, Bai Jinghong appeared in the dining room dressed in a sharp suit and leather shoes.
This sight surprised Bai Ruoxi somewhat.
What was this kid up to?
“Jinghong, what’s this? Going to a funeral?” Bai Ruoxi elegantly adjusted her hair bun, asking with confusion.
Bai Jinghong was momentarily speechless, smiling wryly. “Sis, can’t you think of something good for me? I’m going to do business!”
Bai Jinghong tugged at his tie. “Mom went on that out-of-town inspection and isn’t back yet. I’m still the Vice President of the corporation anyway. Doing business is perfectly reasonable, right?”
Bai Ruoxi mercilessly shook her head. “Not reasonable.”
“Don’t you spend every day at that club you founded?”
Although she said this, Bai Ruoxi still stood up and helped Bai Jinghong reorganize his collar and tie.
“I go occasionally now. Last night they invited me out, saying they wanted to celebrate for me, but I turned it down.”
“Instead, I went to wholeheartedly teach someone the application of a musical instrument!”
“A musical instrument?” Bai Ruoxi was puzzled.
Bai Jinghong certainly couldn’t say it was flute-playing. Looking at Bai Ruoxi before him, he smiled and changed the subject: “Sis, how do I look in this?”
“Mmm… handsome!”
Bai Ruoxi nodded, replying succinctly.
She had to admit, Bai Jinghong in a suit was a level up in handsomeness.
The suit perfectly accentuated Bai Jinghong’s tall, straight figure.
His already angular and handsome face exuded a heroic air.
Especially that wicked grin hanging at the corner of his mouth could easily captivate a massive crowd.
After breakfast, Bai Jinghong drove off, preparing to head to the Bai Corporation.
And at that very moment, on a road that Bai Jinghong had to pass on his way out of the estate.
Four men and a woman were waiting there.
The four men had dragon and phoenix tattoos on their arms—obviously street thugs at a glance.
The woman was dressed in a white top and jeans. Simple as it was, it couldn’t hide her peerlessly beautiful face and graceful figure in the slightest.
What was strange, though, was that facing a fragile woman, the four large men all wore expressions of terror, nodding and listening to her nervously.
“Did you all clearly understand what I just said?” the woman asked flatly.
“Yes… it’s clear.” The four large men nodded frantically.
“Very good, act convincingly, like the kind of demeanor you had when you saw me before and wanted to take advantage. If anyone drops the ball at the crucial moment, I’ll be paying him a visit afterwards!”
The four large men nodded wildly again, the fear on their faces deepening.
After giving the instructions, the four men hid behind a tree by the roadside, waiting for the woman’s signal.
The woman was holding a purse, watching the bend in the road ahead, waiting for something.
This woman was precisely the Enchantress who had arrived in Dragon Sea the day before.
Last night, the War God had ordered her to get close to Bai Jinghong, first collect evidence of the Bai family’s shady dealings, and finally find an opportunity to eliminate him.
The Enchantress naturally obeyed the War God’s command.
For a master of disguise, plus a top-tier beauty and assassin, the Enchantress had her own methods of assassination.
Based on the investigation results from the Hell Organization, the Enchantress knew almost everything in Bai Jinghong’s files.
This Bai Jinghong was a super prodigal son, useless in both literary and martial pursuits, and a hopeless womanizer.
He had coveted Fan Ning’er’s beauty and been a persistent lapdog for years.
For the Enchantress, also a supreme beauty, this was far too easy to manipulate; disguise wasn’t even necessary.
Finally, a Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly approached from the corner.
The Enchantress’s eyes lit up. She pretended to be walking, her hand subtly beckoning the few thugs in the woods.
Seeing the signal, the thugs rushed out immediately.
They instantly surrounded the Enchantress.
“Beauty, all alone? How about keeping us company for some fun? Hehe!” The four acted out their roles; it was indeed very realistic.
The Enchantress feigned terror, brandishing the purse in her hand: “You hooligans, what are you doing? Leave me alone!”
A struggle ensued.
Bai Jinghong, driving up, naturally saw this scene.
“Young Master, someone’s harassing a girl up ahead!” Ah Kun said.
“Oh,” Bai Jinghong replied indifferently.
But he suddenly remembered the person known as the Enchantress and immediately said, “Send two men down to handle it!”
“Screech!”
The vehicle stopped, and two bodyguards quickly jumped out.
The Enchantress saw this and knew it had worked.
She was absolutely confident from the start.
Seeing her being bullied and harassed by these thugs, Bai Jinghong would definitely get out and have his bodyguards step in, thus currying favor with her.
Afterwards, she’d play up the pitiful act a bit, and this lecher Bai Jinghong would surely find a way to keep her by his side.
Then she would smoothly get close to Bai Jinghong.
Bai Jinghong’s bodyguards were highly skilled; they took down the four thugs in just a few moves.
The Enchantress, meanwhile, had a face full of terror and ran to Bai Jinghong’s car, trembling, seeking protection.
But inside her heart, she was sneering.
“This fool really can’t pass up a beauty.”
Bai Jinghong got out of the car and looked at the Enchantress beside it, activating the X-Ray Vision of his Soul Capturing Eye.
He scrutinized the Enchantress and found no sign of disguise. For a moment, he couldn’t help but doubt if he’d been mistaken.
But the next second, looking through her clothes, he saw a gold foil-like brand on her shoulder.
The brand was the number 7, very faint!
This was the unique mark of the Hell Organization’s War Generals. 7 meant the Seventh War General.
“It really is her, heh…” Bai Jinghong sneered inwardly. This Enchantress moved fast.
The Hell Organization’s intelligence network was indeed formidable, figuring out everything about him so quickly, even knowing the road he had to take.
Bai Jinghong had long decided to turn their plan against them.
In their eyes, he was a prodigal womanizer; naturally, he couldn’t break character now.
“Beauty, don’t be afraid. With me here, they won’t dare do anything to you!” Bai Jinghong chuckled lecherously, his eyes roving freely as he consoled her.
Inside, the Enchantress was disdainful, but outwardly she still put on a terribly pitiful act: “Thank you… if it weren’t for you, I… I would’ve…”
As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around herself, unable to resist a sob. Truly, it gave off the aura of someone so pitiable that one longed to hold her in their arms and comfort her properly.
“Leave it to me. I’ll vent your anger for you!” Bai Jinghong smiled, then turned to his bodyguards. “Drag them away. Break all their limbs!”
A simple command like that made even the Enchantress pause involuntarily.
This Bai Jinghong was a prodigal son, no doubt, looking harmless. She had thought a hero-saving-beauty scene would suffice.
But now he commanded breaking their limbs? So ruthless?
She didn’t feel sorry for the four thugs; those men deserved death anyway.
What she feared was that the four thugs, knowing the fate they were about to face, would beg for mercy and blurt out that it was an act.
“Please, no! Please, no! We know we were wrong! Please, no!” The four thugs were scared out of their wits.
Damn, acting—this wasn’t for real, was it?
Bai Jinghong noticed the Enchantress’s expression flicker slightly. Though fleeting, it was still captured by his Soul Capturing Eye.
“Ahem, gag their mouths. Don’t let them yell too loudly. You’ll frighten my beauty!”
Bai Jinghong smiled lightly, saying very “considerately.”
“Yes, Young Master!” The bodyguards immediately dragged them away, gagged them, and then went to work.
The Enchantress let out a heavy sigh of relief. Fortunately, this Bai Jinghong was being clever in his own way, otherwise, she really would have been afraid of giving herself away.
