168: Arriving in full regalia, the ultimate tug-of-war between elegance and violence.

Half an hour later.

The top floor of the Blue Diamond Crown Hotel.

This place no longer looked like a dressing room; it was practically the backstage of Milan Fashion Week, if it were hidden with Gatling guns and C4 explosives.

"Wow! This one is great! The slit is high enough to make kicking people easy!"

Lin Keke's small face was flushed with excitement.

She had chosen a dark Gothic Lolita dress.

Beneath layers of lace, two daggers coated in potent poison were strapped to her upper thighs.

She wore two small demon horns on her head, which, combined with her golden eyes, made her look like a little succubus capable of charming all living beings.

"Second Sister, I'm begging you, can you please put down that wrench?"

Nearby, Xia Mo looked helplessly at Xia Lai, who was stuffing tools into her formal gown.

"This is the soul of an engineer!"

Xia Lai wore a silver-gray slim-fit suit, originally a men's style that had been tailored.

On her, it didn't look out of place at all; instead, it exuded a cool, ascetic handsomeness.

She reluctantly put the wrench into her dimensional toolbox and turned to look at Tang Ran, who had just finished changing.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

She let out a rogue-like whistle. "Tangtang, those back lines are incredible! If you were fitted with a pair of mechanical arms, you'd be the perfect embodiment of cyber-violence aesthetics!"

Tang Ran rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with this female hooligan.

She had chosen a wine-red backless long dress.

The tight fabric clung to her body, which was filled with wild strength, her bronze skin gleaming like it was coated in honey under the lights.

And beneath that expensive hemline, a heavy short-handled battle axe hung behind her waist, partially visible.

The ultimate tension between elegance and violence.

"Is everyone ready?"

The door was pushed open.

Chen Du walked in.

In an instant, the chattering dressing room fell silent.

He had traded the rugged tactical jacket he'd been wearing for a pure white haute couture suit.

It was perfectly tailored, emphasizing his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

The collar was slightly open without a tie, revealing a section of his sexy collarbone and Adam's apple.

His golden eyes were not intentionally concealed.

Against the backdrop of the pure white suit, they looked like two burning suns.

Both divine and fallen.

The term 'refined scoundrel' seemed tailor-made for him at this moment.

*Gulp!*

Among the girls, someone shamelessly swallowed their saliva.

Xia Lai felt her nose getting a bit warm and instinctively covered it. "Damn... is this man toxic? How did he suddenly become so... so..."

"So much that it makes people want to kneel and call him Daddy?" Lin Keke added in a low voice.

"Stop joking around."

Chen Du walked up behind Xia Mo.

She was wearing a black tube-top long dress, the hem blooming like an ink lotus.

Chen Du placed a ruby necklace around her slender neck.

His icy fingertips slid across her collarbone.

Xia Mo's body trembled slightly, and the tips of her ears turned bright red.

"Beautiful."

Chen Du leaned close to her ear and whispered, "But don't forget to bring your knife."

"It's in the dress," Xia Mo's voice carried a hint of ruthlessness. "I can draw blood at any time."

Chen Du nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around.

His gaze swept across the room full of stunning beauties—some pure, some glamorous, some cold.

Where were the fleeing students?

This was clearly a Valkyrie Legion capable of piercing straight through Blackgold Harbor.

Chen Du adjusted his cuffs and gave orders to the women:

"Let's head out!"

...Black Gold Auction House.

This was the most brilliant and also the filthiest place in the entire Lower City District.

Giant neon signs flickered in the night.

Luxury cars gathered, and bodyguards stood in thick lines.

A thick red carpet was laid out at the entrance.

Everyone entering was either a filthy rich member of the elite or a thug with blood on their hands.

Smoking area.

Wang Ce held a cigar, boasting loudly to several of his cronies.

"I'm telling you, that kid named Chen Du just got lucky!"

His face was flushed from drinking, and he slapped his chest thunderously. "If the tsunami hadn't come, I would've chopped him up and fed him to the fish long ago! Would he still have a chance to be so arrogant?"

"Of course, of course, Young Master Wang is mighty!"

"Hey, I heard that kid's boat is full of top-tier babes? Is it true?" A pockmarked face leaned in lecherously.

"More than just top-tier!"

A glint of lust flashed in Wang Ce's eyes. "Those legs, those waists... tsk tsk!"

"Once tonight is over, we'll catch them all! When that time comes..."

Boom—!

A low, powerful engine roar rudely interrupted Wang Ce's fantasies.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads.

At the end of the street, a line of identical black stretched bulletproof sedans approached slowly.

That was the Supreme VIP fleet of the Blue Diamond Crown Hotel.

"Holy crap... which deity is this?"

"Could it be a councilor from the Upper City District coming down for an inspection?"

Under everyone's horrified gazes, the fleet was incredibly arrogant, stopping directly in the middle of the red carpet.

The tire of the lead car was only two centimeters away from Wang Ce's crocodile leather shoes.

"Damn it! Do you know how to drive?!"

Wang Ce was startled and began to curse loudly, fueled by alcohol. "Believe it or not, I'll blast you..."

*Click.*

The car door slowly opened.

A polished black leather shoe stepped onto the red carpet.

Following that was a long leg and a suit so white it was dazzling.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Chen Du stepped out of the car, unhurriedly straightening his collar.

He just stood there.

No extra movements.

But the air pressure in the area instantly dropped to the freezing point!

His shadow twisted and elongated eerily under the lights, as if forming a massive black throne behind him!

Then.

The rear doors opened one after another.

Xia Mo, Lin Keke, Tang Ran, Ye Qiu, Xia Lai... the beauties in full dress emerged one by one.

A cold and elegant older sister, a dark Lolita, a violent beast, an intellectual beauty, an ascetic handsome woman... all kinds of stunning women gathered together. The visual impact was more shocking than a nuclear explosion!

The surrounding crowd of onlookers forgot to even breathe.

Is this for an auction?

It's like the entire supermodel circle of the apocalypse has been moved here!

"Young Master Wang, just now... who did you say you were going to blast?"

A lazy voice rang out.

Wang Ce shuddered violently.

The cigar in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, burning his crocodile leather shoes.

His eyes were about to pop out as he looked at the man in white as if he had seen a ghost.

"Chen... Chen... Chen..."

At this moment, whatever dignity the eldest son of the Wang family had was thrown to the dogs.

His teeth chattered, his legs went weak, and an urge to urinate rushed straight to his bladder.

That face, which had appeared in his nightmares countless times, was now staring at him with a familiar, half-smiling expression.

Chen Du took a step forward.

He walked step by step until he was in front of Wang Ce.

Among the dozen or so bodyguards around, not a single one dared to move.

Everyone was suppressed by a fear that seemed to come from the depths of their souls.

"Long time no see, Young Master Wang."

Chen Du leaned over slightly and reached out to help Wang Ce straighten his tie.

"I heard you have business with me tonight?"

Wang Ce opened his mouth wide, a rattling sound coming from his throat.

He wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to kneel, but his body completely refused to obey.

Chen Du smiled.

He gently patted Wang Ce's pale cheek.

The force wasn't great, but it was extremely insulting.

"Don't be nervous."

Chen Du bypassed him and walked toward the magnificent doors.

The women behind him didn't look sideways, their high heels striking the red carpet with a rhythmic, unified clicking sound.

Not until he reached the entrance did Chen Du stop.

Without turning his head, he left behind one sentence:

"Go in and take your seat."

"Tonight's performance... has only just begun."