Chapter 246: Chapter 246
Rong Zhi slightly turned her face, her beautifully shaped fox eyes squinting with curiosity: "You’re even willing to sell that, do you still have a conscience?"
The strong man: "..."
Even though what you say is true, why does it sound so wrong to me?
Rong Zhi retrieved a porcelain bottle from her jacket pocket, her voice overly indifferent: "Feed him this before he goes on stage."
The strong man took it, opened the lid, and sniffed it. It was refreshing and even slightly pleasant.
Rong Zhi, expressionless: "Something that’ll earn you the money."
Black market fighting arena.
The thick scent of blood filled the air, surrounded by violent and terrifyingly agitated people. Rong Zhi sat calmly at the highest point, as the administrator served her the most rich and intoxicating red wine.
The wine, as red as fresh blood, swirled gently in the glass. Her long, slender right leg was casually draped over her left, her body leaned back slightly as she supported her chin, watching the fighting stage nonchalantly.
The stage, which was originally white stone, was now dark red, stained with the hot, scorching blood of challengers, terrifying and bloody.
Rong Zhi set down her wine glass with a ’clink’, her cold white jade-like fingers tapping on the table, making a crisp sound, unhurried like a midnight clock about to strike twelve.
With a gunshot echoing through the underground night, the host of the fighting arena leisurely walked onto the stage. His suit struggled to hold his muscular frame, as he recited the familiar opening lines with a strong voice, then loudly announced: "Next up, welcome today’s challenger number 001—"
The ragged and battered Rong Xian’an was pushed onto the stage by the strong man, his face full of fear.
"Go on, go on, just one fight and you can earn a lot of money. Don’t you need to buy medicine? How can you buy it without making money? Plus, it’s just one fight, you won’t lose out."
Rong Xian’an only felt his blood seemed to boil and rush, driving him to charge forward, but his subconscious danger assessment made him retract his foot: "I..."
The strong man got impatient, fearing the drug effect would soon wear off, and without wanting to listen to his nonsense any longer, pushed him forward with force.
The audience burst into laughter seeing that contestant 001 was actually a frail person. Rong Xian’an had never been subject to such straightforward mockery and felt deeply embarrassed.
As his opponent appeared, the contrast made his disadvantage even more apparent.
Because of this, those with special preferences actually started to anticipate his performance, cheering him on in support.
Rong Xian’an was suddenly drawn to the cheering, feeling agitated.
His eyes blood-red, coupled with the veins popping on his face, made him appear particularly sinister.
His opponent’s massive fist came crashing towards him.
Rong Xian’an, out of nowhere, found himself pushing back, grappling with his opponent.
Due to the stone-paved floor, each time his body hit the ground it was bone-crushingly painful, yet Rong Xian’an seemed to feel no pain, his sight and mind focused solely on his opponent.
The one-sided fight ended quickly.
The frail trash nobody had faith in won.
The arena was filled with sighs of disbelief.
Only Rong Zhi leisurely shifted to a more comfortable position, her finger tapping stopped.
The host, who had just announced the result and hadn’t yet had a chance to invite contestant 001 to step down, gave a light "huh," and asked, "Contestant 001, are you alright?"
Out of humanitarianism, the host impartially inquired about the challenger’s condition.
But contestant 001 did not answer.
Because contestant 001 had already fainted.
Collapsed on the ground, blood flowing from seven orifices, a terrifying sight.
The host blinked, momentarily surprised, but still calmly and habitually called the staff to drag contestant 001 off the stage.
Then thrown into a corner, left to his own devices.
As usual in the fighting arena, cold-blooded and merciless.
All accustomed to it.
The strong man also left the moment he received the incentive money.
The door of the private room was knocked on.
Upon hearing a response from inside, the administrator carefully opened the door, bending reverently, crossing his index fingers on his forehead, and respectfully said: "Milady, everything has been taken care of."
Rong Zhi’s cool eyes swept over him, his impeccable tailcoat, hair meticulously fixed at the back, bowing with utmost respect, with flawless etiquette.
She lightly parted her pale lips: "When did you come to Beijing?"
The man maintained his bow, but responded compliantly: "Yesterday, there’s a batch of new products that need the Pavilion Master’s review."
Rong Zhi nodded, gesturing for him to rise.
The man then stood up.
His cold, stern face unveiled under the light.
He took two steps forward, kneeling once more at the right position, a scar on his brow added a touch of fierceness.
"Subordinate Jing Ji, greets the Pavilion Master."
One of the twelve gods under the Qianji Pavilion Master, managing the sub-pavilion and usually absent, focusing on new product research at the A State base.
He appeared intimidating but his temperament was quite calm.
Rong Zhi had him stand, asking unhurriedly: "Besides you, who else has come?"
While Jing Ji was intelligent, compared to the other eleven, he was still somewhat lacking, always choosing a partner for mission outings.
Without thinking, he answered Rong Zhi’s question directly: "Song Lichen."
The ruling figure of the Pavilion, Song Lichen, indeed had exceptional combat skills, essential human-shaped combat weapon for long journeys.
Rong Zhi slightly nodded, acknowledging her understanding.
After a few more sentences with Jing Ji, arranging the inspection time for the new products, Rong Zhi checked the time and left the underground black market.
She messaged Lu Zhao, instructing him to send someone to Rong Meng’s place.
Ying Man had already been transferred to another hospital due to her special status, where she could only be kept confined for treatment.
As Lu Zhao received the message and was about to head out, a servant frantically ran over, tripping over his own feet along the way, finally reaching Lu Zhao, and breathlessly spoke: "House... Housekeeper Lu, sir... the sir is back, but..."
"Sir?" Lu Zhao was puzzled.
He hadn’t seen Rong Xian’an for several days, and he should logically be in the hospital, so why was he back?
Without waiting for the servant to finish, Lu Zhao quickly ran outside.
Before seeing Rong Xian’an, he was still wondering why he hadn’t come in, but the moment he saw him, Lu Zhao fell straight back, his heart almost stopping.
Rong Xian’an’s bones looked as if they’d been dismantled and reassembled, his twisted body lay limp, his once decent face now filthy, with blood coming from his nose, eyes, and ears.
The servant quickly supported Lu Zhao, knowing he needed to oversee things and couldn’t collapse.
Taking the servant’s help to steady himself, Lu Zhao closed his eyes, speaking out painfully and arduously: "Quick, quickly get people to carry the sir inside, and call the doctor..." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ⓝovelFire.net
Rong Zhi returned to the Tingshan Villa to change clothes and then called Jiang Gujun.
"Someone will be coming soon to deliver something; can you sign for it for me? It’s not much, just place it in the living room."
Jiang Gujun, thinking it was something significant, readily agreed upon hearing it was just a delivery: "No problem, Mr. Rong, you go ahead and be busy."
Rong Zhi took a scarf from the cabinet, casually wrapping it around her slender neck, and as she put on her shoes, she spoke lightly: "Thank you."
She grabbed her car keys and headed out, while Jiang Gujun went upstairs to find Rong Jiazze as they were about to leave.
Soon after, the doorbell rang downstairs.