164: Chapter 164 Light Makeup or Heavy Makeup

"Hurry up and get in the car. What are you still standing there for?"

Seeing Ye Yun standing there like an injured puppy, silently licking his own wounds, the lead bodyguard urged him on.

"Get in here right now! If you waste President Mei's time, ten dog lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it."

Ye Yun never expected that he, the dignified king of the mercenary world and master of the Nether Palace, would be reduced to being bullied by dogs on flat ground and mocked by these third-rate small fries.

The surrounding sneers and jeers made Ye Yun's blood boil, and he almost exploded in rage.

But when he thought about the more important mission he had—to investigate the massacre of the Ye family and to continue lurking around Mei Feng—he had to suppress the anger in his heart and climb into the car with resignation.

At 10:30 PM, under the shroud of night, the entire Demon Capital took on a brand new look, adding a few more colors compared to the daytime.

Colorful neon lights illuminated the streets and alleys of the Demon Capital, everywhere filled with song and dance, bustling with prosperity.

Marriott Hotel

The entrance was already teeming with people, with countless luxury cars gathered.

"What on earth is happening today? Why are there so many luxury cars at the Marriott Hotel at this hour?"

"It's not just ten or twenty cars; there are at least forty or fifty luxury cars worth over a million each. It's simply terrifying."

The traffic police officer on duty wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke.

Watching one sports car after another drive past him, he couldn't help but complain.

His colleague on duty also shook his head with a bitter expression: "Regardless of what's happening ahead, we should just mind our own business and keep an eye on the traffic conditions. If anything happens, it's not something the two of us can handle."

As soon as he finished speaking, the walkie-talkies on their chests suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

Subsequently, a deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out beside their ears.

"I've told you before, don't stand around chatting while on duty. Focus!"

The captain's solemn and resonant voice was quite severe, seemingly aiming to reprimand those who were not focused, looking around, and watching the luxury cars with curiosity.

The two traffic police officers immediately stood at attention, awaiting the captain's next instructions.

They heard the voice continue to come from the walkie-talkie.

"Listen clearly: tonight, a top-tier VIP of the Demon Capital will appear at the Marriott Hotel."

"Your mission is to ensure, at all costs, that no traffic accidents occur near the Marriott Hotel and to keep the traffic flowing smoothly."

"If any mishaps occur, don't blame me for skinning you alive. Do you hear me?"

A top-tier VIP of the Demon Capital?

Hearing the captain's words, the two traffic police officers looked at each other, both seeing shock in the other's eyes.

In their hearts, the two were perhaps still guessing who exactly this top-tier VIP of the Demon Capital mentioned by the captain could be.

However, regardless of the person's identity or background, they were not someone that two small fries like them could afford to provoke.

At this moment, they dared not relax any longer; they immediately ran onto the street and began directing traffic.

Through frequent hand gestures and coordination with the traffic lights, they immediately allowed the traffic on the street to become smooth from its previous congestion.

In front of the Marriott Hotel.

Amidst a roar of engines, a top-tier Rolls-Royce sports car pulled up to the hotel entrance.

Seeing this, the doorman immediately trotted over to open the car door for them.

A young playboy dressed in gorgeous attire appeared in everyone's view.

The moment someone saw that wealthy playboy, they trotted forward and greeted him warmly.

Although the playboys of the Demon Capital were gathered this time, their families ranged from large to small, some prosperous and thriving, others in decline.

Seeing the people from those major families arrive, the playboys from these smaller families naturally fawned over them with great respect.

Even if their strength was equal, as long as they weren't mortal enemies, they all acted like smiling tigers on the surface, valuing harmony to make money.

Just as the many rich second-generation kids were greeting each other, another roar of engines rang out.

A brand-new Panamera drove over from the intersection and slowly pulled up to the hotel entrance.

And behind the Panamera were two Mercedes-Benz cars.

As the back seat door of the Panamera was opened, a tall woman with a somewhat cold aura slowly stepped out of the car.

The moment she stepped out of the car, she immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

"Is this Mei Feng, one of the four great beauties of the Demon Capital?"

A wealthy young man couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the figure before him, which was truly a sight to behold.

"Mei Feng?"

The young man beside that wealthy youth also subconsciously turned around upon hearing the name Mei Feng.

Looking at that beautiful sight, he couldn't help but gasp.

"It really is Mei Feng. She is even more radiant and moving today than in the past. The four great beauties of the Demon Capital are truly worthy of their reputation."

Many wealthy playboys and young ladies were also attracted by the conversation between these two people, turning their heads in succession, their eyes lighting up.

The wealthy playboys all fixed their gazes on Mei Feng, looking her up and down.

In the eyes of the wealthy young ladies, there was an undisguisable sense of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

They naturally saw Mei Feng often in their daily lives, so there wasn't much surprise.

But today, Mei Feng seemed vastly different from usual.

A wealthy young lady seemed to have noticed the anomaly, pointing at Mei Feng, and said with a surprised expression: "Doesn't Mei Feng usually disdain wearing makeup? She actually put on makeup today. No wonder she feels so fresh and new."

Hearing this, the crowd seemed to realize it as well.

In the past, Mei Feng always appeared without makeup. Although she was called one of the four great beauties of the Demon Capital, the impression she gave was far inferior to the other three.

Now, with light makeup on, she was even more eye-catching.

This just goes to prove the saying: "Buddhas rely on gold leaf, people rely on fine clothes."

This outfit and the light makeup indeed added a lot to Mei Feng.

There was no ripple of emotion on Mei Feng's face, and she always carried a faint air of coldness.

As for the surrounding discussions, whether they were words of praise or envy and jealousy, they could not affect her mood in the slightest.

However, these people were not wrong; she did indeed wear light makeup tonight.

As for why she had broken her usual habits to actively groom and dress up, perhaps only Mei Feng herself could understand.

Although she was not particularly concerned about her own appearance.

She still believed she would not lose to the other three.