Chapter 642: His thought process is truly unique.

"Very well, Boss."

After nodding in agreement, Chou Feng immediately set about making the arrangements.

Having subordinates who were so handy and obedient, Zheng Qian felt satisfied.

All of this was thanks to Chen Chou. Having this peerless god of slaughter by his side always made him feel at ease. With Chen Chou training them personally, a large group of experts would soon emerge. After all, he was a professional at training people. And he specifically trained people to kill.

Shang Rongyan returned to her room, sulking by herself.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the endless scenery of the island, her eyes were filled with fury. Since when had she, the great Shang Rongyan, ever suffered such humiliation? As the second young lady of the Shang family, everyone was supposed to cater to her.

Yet Zheng Qian, on the other hand, had repeatedly stepped on her landmines.

After a good while, she finally calmed down a bit.

She called Pei Moyan into the room.

"I won't say anything superfluous. Pei Moyan, what is his background, exactly? No... don't tell me yet, let me guess. Someone who dares to show such a lack of respect for my brother, and even uses this island to keep me under house arrest."

"As far as my eyes can see, I don't see a single person in Shanghu who would dare to do this."

"And with such immense financial resources, I can completely conclude that he is my brother's enemy, right?"

Shang Rongyan sat with her legs crossed, holding a wine glass.

Even now, while being held under house arrest by Zheng Qian on this island, she did not forget to maintain her elegance. Elegant, truly too elegant.

Pei Moyan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she had figured it out?

Looking at the entirety of Shanghu now, the only person capable of rivaling Shang Yanxiong, or even being called his enemy, was Zheng Qian; there was no one else. If Shang Rongyan found out it was Zheng Qian, and if the news got out...

It wasn't that she had any particular relationship with Zheng Qian; she just hoped to use his financial resources to help her own career, nothing more. To her, before meeting Zheng Qian, she had thought Shang Yanxiong was one of the few people who could help her. But now, by comparison, Zheng Qian seemed to be the better option.

Seeing the slight change in Pei Moyan's expression, Shang Rongyan knew she had guessed correctly.

She curled her lips triumphantly and sneered, "Heh, I knew you two knew each other long ago. Speak, what is that person's real name? There are truly too few people who can act as my brother's opponent; you can count them on one hand."

Pei Moyan struggled to think of how to phrase her response. After a long silence, she still couldn't come up with a good solution.

"Listen to me... things aren't what you think. Actually, he..."

"Actually, he is from Japan, right?"

Huh?

Huh???

This very sentence immediately made Pei Moyan swallow back all the phrasing she had been brewing and thinking about for so long. She raised her head in a daze, staring blankly at Shang Rongyan, unable to fathom why she would come up with such an answer.

Someone from Japan? What did that mean?

Pei Moyan suddenly realized that she was understanding Shang Rongyan's train of thought less and less. So, how on earth did she arrive at this conclusion?

"Heh, seeing that expression on your face, I know I guessed right. Who am I? I am the great Shang Rongyan! Hmph, I do know that my brother is running for the title of Asian Youth Business Leader. Asia, isn't that just Nine Provinces, the island nation of Japan, and the kimchi-eating South Korea?"

"In Nine Provinces, in Shanghu, even if a single coin drops, it belongs to the Shang family."

"So the result is obvious. Since no one in Shanghu is my brother's opponent, and he isn't elegant like those South Korean oppas, plus he always likes to squat on the ground playing with ants—so sleazy—he must be from Japan, right?"

Shang Rongyan became more and more spirited as she spoke.

She grew increasingly animated, firmly convinced of her own conclusion.

Pei Moyan silently poured herself a glass of wine, feeling a bit of a headache. Terrifying, it was simply too terrifying.

Shang Rongyan was truly the queen of overthinking; she had actually managed to justify her logic in such a short time, forcibly claiming he was from Japan. She really didn't know whether to say Shang Rongyan was too amazing, or just... big-chested and brainless?

"Alright, you don't need to answer me. Seeing your reaction, I know I'm right."

Shang Rongyan slowly stood up and paced in front of Pei Moyan, gritting her teeth as she said, "Although his move of using me as a hostage to threaten my brother wasn't wrong, please be sure to tell him that while he might be having his fun now, once my brother finds out what happened here, I guarantee he will absolutely be thrown into the sea to feed the fish. The consequences are not something he can afford!"

Pei Moyan took a deep breath, trying hard to keep up with Shang Rongyan's train of thought.

She said hesitatingly, "Then... why don't you just tell him yourself? Besides, you are from the Shang family."

"I..." Hearing this, Shang Rongyan couldn't help but be at a loss for words.

Her cheeks flushed slightly. Damn it, curse it all. Although she had no good feelings toward people from Japan, that person was just too hateful, and he always spoke so fiercely. The great Shang Rongyan would never admit that she didn't dare to go find Zheng Qian.

"I just think he is too low-class and don't want to talk to him, that's all. And don't you happen to know him? It's decided then. Pei Moyan, I treat you as my best friend and give you resources, so you need to give back to me."

"Otherwise, after we go back, I won't play with you anymore." Shang Rongyan said with absolute certainty.

Pei Moyan sighed slightly in her heart.

To be honest, she really couldn't afford to provoke Shang Rongyan.

Although this little girl's train of thought was a bit abnormal and unique, the power of her family could not be underestimated, especially Shang Yanxiong, whose methods were ruthless to the extreme; he was someone who definitely couldn't be provoked.

"Alright, I'll go... talk to him and give it a try." Pei Moyan replied with a wry smile.

Shang Rongyan smiled contentedly, sat back down on the sofa, and slightly raised her chin. "Good, very good. Do this, and you will still be my best friend. Go on, don't keep me waiting anxiously. It would be best if you could get this young lady back to Shanghu before dark."

...

Somewhere, sometime.

Under the cover of the pitch-black night.

Two people, one big and one small, walked through the grass toward the only building on the outskirts of the city.

This unfinished building was mottled, dilapidated, and ragged, just like an old man in his twilight years, ready to wither at any moment.

A moment later, the two stopped.

"Must you follow me to kill?"

"Yes, I must."

"Very well."

After saying this, they continued forward. Their conversations were always this concise. Ending abruptly, yet seemingly just right, full of room for interpretation.