522: Chapter 522 Extreme Courtesy! Su Chen's Mouth, the God of Death's Blade!

Qian Duoduo, listening from the side, felt his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering; cold sweat had long since soaked through his undershirt.

He was a stingy young master himself and had often deducted his workers' wages.

But he had self-awareness!

What kind of place was the Lingbao Trading Firm? It was a commercial behemoth spanning the Tiannan Immortal Domain!

To point a finger and curse the big boss behind the scenes right in front of their shopkeeper's face?

And to curse so specifically! So vividly! As if he had seen the man with his own eyes!

Qian Duoduo desperately winked at Su Chen, his fat face twisting violently from the effort, looking like a meat bun about to have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Su Chen caught his strange behavior from the corner of his eye.

A bullet chat scrolled through his mind.

[Has this fat guy's old facial paralysis flared up again? It seems I'll have to let Bao Bao give him a hard punch later; I guarantee it'll promote blood circulation, remove stasis, and cure the ailment.]

Seeing that his "flirtatious" signaling had completely failed, Qian Duoduo had no choice but to brace himself and try to smooth things over.

"Bo... Boss, Shopkeeper Shen has come from quite a distance. Why don't we look at the gifts she brought first..."

"What's there to see in gifts?"

Su Chen waved his hand without looking back, his tone full of disappointment at someone not living up to expectations.

"Duoduo, your ideological awareness is too low! This is no longer a question of money! This concerns the welfare of thousands of low-level Cultivators in the Immortal Domain! It's a matter of principle! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Qian Duoduo's mouth snapped shut, his heart bleeding profusely.

It's over.

Completely over.

The boss has entered lecture mode and has directly escalated to the lofty Realm of "liberating the entire Immortal Domain."

At this moment, Xie Jinghong only wished she had been born deaf.

But she wasn't.

Her cultivation at the seventh level of the Profound Immortal Realm was too high—so high that every word of Su Chen's, every breath, even the imperceptible quiver of his Adam's apple as he breathed, turned into the most malicious demonic sounds echoing repeatedly deep within her Divine Soul.

Not a single word could be missed.

Su Chen seemed to feel that just talking wasn't enough; he wanted to use actions to move this "pitiful" colleague.

He actually stood up.

His movements carried a sacred Holy Light of "if I don't enter Hell, who will?"

Then, he did something that almost caused Xie Jinghong's Dao Heart to shatter on the spot.

Su Chen's tone became extremely gentle, filled with the concern a revolutionary Senior has for a backward comrade, as he leaned leisurely against the edge of the table with his arms crossed over his chest.

The righteous indignation on his face had now turned into a heart-to-heart sincerity.

"I'll ask you something, and you must tell me the truth."

Xie Jinghong could clearly feel the professional smiling mask on her face twitching violently at an uncontrollable frequency.

She took a symbolic sip of tea.

She needed an action, any action, to buffer the killing intent that was about to burst forth.

"Young Master Su... please speak."

Her voice was strained, carrying a metallic quality she hadn't even noticed herself.

Su Chen nodded with satisfaction, his gaze as sincere as a scholar conducting field research.

Then, with the most concerned tone in the world, he asked the most heart-piercing question in the world.

"Shopkeeper Shen, tell me honestly."

"That big boss of yours behind the scenes—"

He paused subtly, seemingly racking his brains to find a word that was both accurate and not too hurtful.

"Is he a fat, calculating, rat-faced man who doesn't like to bathe..."

"A nickname?"

The last four words fell softly.

The entire private room was instantly sucked into a vacuum.

It wasn't silence; it was the death of time.

All sound, light, and even the flowing air were crushed in that instant by an invisible giant hand.

The peach blossom fan in Hua Nongying's hand snapped shut with a "clack" as she tightly covered her mouth, but her charming fox-like eyes curved into crescents, shimmering with a light of mixed horror and fanaticism.

Jian Buping's movement of wiping his precious sword froze completely; his right hand seemed to merge with the hilt, and every muscle in his body tightened to the extreme in an instant.

He stared fixedly at Xie Jinghong; from that woman, he sensed a terrifying killing intent capable of freezing even a Divine Soul into dust!

Monk Abstain from Lust's lips quivered rapidly, the phrase "amitabha" stuck in his throat, eventually turning into a series of silent lip movements as if he were performing an emergency transcendence for himself.

The light in Qian Duoduo's eyes completely faded, his whole being turning into a stone statue, as if his Soul had already left his body and was speeding toward the underworld.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Su Chen as if they were looking at a madman.

Only Su Chen himself was completely unaware.

His eyes were still sincere, still eager, and still filled with deep sympathy for the oppressed working people.

In his view, he was merely saving a pitiful person who had gone astray.

How kind.

How righteous.