Chapter 327: The Sixth Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 327: The Sixth Day in the Entertainment World

That gaze was still gentle, yet it made Deng Yingrui shake so hard his teeth were chattering.

Wh-why is he looking at me?

"There's still one more, President Yang, we haven't dealt with yet," An Yi spoke, his voice calm and unreadable. "You know where he is, right... Agent Deng?"

He tilted his head, a slight smirk on his lips. Weren't you trying to force yourself on someone?

Fine.

Those three words, spoken lightly, made Deng Yingrui's guts churn.

He'd tried to coerce and threaten An Yi to suck up to Yang Lu, even teaming up with the crew to bully him. Now, payback had come in a way he couldn't understand or fight.

Hahaha!

Good! Good!

Yang Lu won't get away either!

"I know where he usually goes!" Deng Yingrui quickly said.

In a rapid-fire rush, he rattled off the private clubs Yang Lu hung out at and the address of a property he owned, even guessing where Yang Lu might be tonight.

They'd been in touch earlier, trying to set up a way to get An Yi over there.

"Call him. Get him over here," An Yi gave the order. "Use that same groveling tone you always use with him, and tell him there's a 'surprise.'"

Deng Yingrui slumped to the floor, cold sweat drenching his back.

But a twisted glee flashed through his mind—that old pervert Yang Lu, always so high and mighty, had finally bitten off more than he could chew!

He was about to get a taste of this devil's methods too!

He whipped out his phone, and the cracks on the screen made his mouth twitch. He was about to crack too!

Deng Yingrui now deeply regretted provoking An Yi. He never thought supernatural forces actually existed in this world. Then again, looking at An Yi, he didn't seem human—maybe he was some kind of demon or monster in disguise!

He didn't dare delay, immediately dialing Yang Lu's number, forcing a fawning smile that looked worse than crying: "P-President Yang... it's me, Yingrui... yeah, yeah, over there... heh heh, he's come around! Yes, yes! You free now? I'll bring him to the Huangding spot you like? Guaranteed to please... yeah, yeah, total surprise!"

After hanging up, a flicker of glee rose in him, but it was quickly drowned by the crushing fear of his own situation.

He was done for too! Done for good!

He wondered if he could find some temple or Taoist priest to lock An Yi up!

An Yi looked at his terrified face and knew exactly what he was thinking, his eyes completely flat.

He smiled at Deng Yingrui. "Let's go. We're going to find him."

Deng Yingrui smiled sycophantically and scrambled to his feet, but before he could steady himself, his legs nearly buckled and he almost fell again.

He stood up on shaky legs and led the way for An Yi.

He didn't want to go. He wanted to just hand An Yi the address and let him go alone—he was scared that going there would cause another scene like the one with Lu Wenshi earlier.

But he didn't dare refuse, so he trudged ahead, fuming.

His nose hurt like hell. Did he crack his nasal bone?

That damn Lu Wenshi, he really hit hard.

After the two left, Lu Wenshi stayed collapsed on the floor, unable to move.

He was done for.

Those damn Yang Lu and Deng Yingrui—if it weren't for them, would he have been tormented by that demon An Yi?

And he'd lost everything he owned too!!

Damn it! Damn it!

When they got to Huangding, An Yi jerked his chin, signaling Deng Yingrui to go first. Deng Yingrui didn't dare resist, so he stepped forward, pulling out the room key he'd gotten from Yang Lu and heading to the private suite.

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Halfway there, he wanted to beg An Yi for mercy—he really couldn't handle another round of what happened before.

But when he turned around, there was no one behind him.

An Yi was gone?! Then could he run...

"Keep walking." A voice came out of thin air next to Deng Yingrui.

Deng Yingrui: "..." He could only keep going, seething inside.

He was even more scared now. Was An Yi a ghost?

Only after they entered a dimly lit, lavishly decorated hotel room did An Yi reappear.

It was the room Yang Lu had permanently booked at the Huangding Club.

The air was thick with the smell of incense. Deng Yingrui wanted to force a fawning smile, wanted to leave, to have no part in whatever An Yi was about to do.

But before he could speak, he realized his body was moving on its own, step by step toward the bed with the silk sheets!

Deng Yingrui's eyes went wide in shock. What the hell was happening?!

Why couldn't he control his own body? Why was he undressing?!

It couldn't be what he thought it was, could it?!

He wanted to beg for mercy but found he couldn't make a single sound.

He tried to struggle in terror but found himself completely frozen—couldn't move a single finger, only his eyeballs could roll.

He watched the room door swing open, and Yang Lu, his face full of lecherous anticipation, walked in, rubbing his hands together.

"Heh heh, little Deng, where's the guy? Where's the surprise?" Yang Lu's gaze swept the room before landing on Deng Yingrui on the bed, frowning. "What are you doing lying there?"

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly echoed through the room like a ghost:

"The surprise is you, President Yang."

An Yi's figure appeared in the corner of the room. He gently blew a breath at Yang Lu, whose eyes were bugging out in shock.

Yang Lu's body stiffened abruptly, his gaze instantly glazing over with lust—and the object of that lust... was none other than Deng Yingrui, frozen on the bed, his face contorted in terror!

"Mmm... baby..." Yang Lu let out a muffled sound, a dazed, twisted grin spreading across his face as he stepped closer and closer to Deng Yingrui on the bed.

"No! Mr. Yang! It's me! Deng Yingrui! Take a good look!" Deng Yingrui shrieked inwardly, but no sound escaped his lips. He could only watch helplessly as the man bore down on him—it was so disgusting he wanted to puke!

"Go ahead and have your way with him." An Yi murmured to himself. This is what they wanted, right?

An Yi didn't watch the absurd, nauseating scene. He left the room.

When he returned, both men were totally wrecked—lying on the bed, gagging and foaming at the mouth.

An Yi wrinkled his nose in disgust and covered it with his hand, signing a contract for Yang Lu as well.

What followed was simple.

When Yang Lu snapped out of that forcibly induced, twisted lust and realized what he had done—and felt the unbreakable bond deep in his soul—his terror was no less than Lu Wenshi's or Deng Yingrui's.

An Yi's instructions to him were simple: from now on, obediently serve as one of his covert channels for funds and resources, ready at his disposal at any time.

No more forcing others.

Yang Lu was on the verge of tears. Even if he wanted to force anyone, he wouldn't have the capability anymore.

Such regret!!