218: Chapter 218 The Mother-in-Law's Journey South and the New King of Baishizhou

Frost Sentinel knelt.

This "Iceberg Instructor," who had killed countless people in the overseas jungles and whose very bones were cold, was now down on one knee. Her lowered neck looked exceptionally fragile under the dim lights of the food stall. The dozen or so female soldiers of the Red Guard behind her seemed to have been hit by a pause button; their faces were flushed, and some even had hands that trembled slightly as they held their guns.

The devilish instructor in their eyes was now swearing loyalty to that mud-legged rustic who was still picking his teeth, like a tamed hound.

"Get up, I don't have that many rules here," Wang Fugui mumbled indistinctly. He patted his stomach, and the drum-like rumbling sound was particularly piercing in the silent courtyard.

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Yun's eyes. As the soul of the Flourishing Development factory, she knew exactly what this represented. The Lin Family's strongest martial force had become Fugui's private army. From now on, there could only be one voice in White Stone Islet, and even the entire underground order of Shenzhen.

"Instructor Frost Sentinel, since you've submitted, take your people and clear this place." Chen Yun walked to Wang Fugui's side and naturally took his arm, her proud peaks pressing and deforming against Wang Fugui's biceps. "From tonight on, all of Earth Dragon's territory will be merged into Flourishing Development Security. Understood?"

"Yes." Frost Sentinel's voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of lingering daze, and her movements as she stood up were even a bit staggered.

...

Half an hour later, inside the factory manager's office.

Wang Fugui lay sprawled on a specially reinforced sofa, exuding a wild beauty known as "laziness." In this state, he was like a sated Siberian tiger that had retracted its claws and teeth, but the heat exhaled with every breath still made the air in the room thin.

Lin Xiaocao was squatting by the sofa, using her jade-white hands to gently massage his rock-hard abdominal muscles, trying to help him digest. Chen Yun was at the desk, rapidly making phone calls to integrate the logistics business left behind after the Zhou Family's collapse.

Everything was moving in a positive direction until that phone call rang.

"Ring ring ring—"

Little Grass glanced at the screen, and her beautiful face instantly turned pale; even her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"Mom..." Her voice was as weak as a frightened quail.

Wang Fugui's ears twitched, and he turned his head slightly, his dark gold eyes opening a crack.

A highly piercing female voice came from the other end of the phone, cold and arrogant, carrying the disgust of a superior looking down at an ant: "Lin Xiaocao, I am already at the Shenzhen airport. In half an hour, bring that mud-legged rustic who tricked you to see me at Villa No. 10 in Imperial View Bay. Don't make me personally go to that stinking garment factory to find you."

"Beep—"

The call hung up. Lin Xiaocao's tears hit the back of Wang Fugui's hand with a "patter," scalding hot.

"Brother Fugui... ugh... my mom is here." Little Grass threw herself into Wang Fugui's broad chest, crying like a pear blossom in the rain. "She... she's a lunatic, she'll ruin you. She looks down on rural people the most, and... and people in her circle say she played two men to death. She's a... a monster with extreme desires."

Wang Fugui sat up, his palm the size of a cattail fan gently stroking the back of Little Grass's head, and gave a simple smile: "If your mom is here, she's here. At worst, I'll cook a few more hearty dishes tonight. I'm strong and work efficiently; could she actually eat me?"

Chen Yun put down the phone, her expression solemn. She knew the methods of the capital's powerful elite all too well. The name Qin Susu was also a taboo in the high-end circles of Shenzhen. She was a ruthless character who treated men as playthings and stepping stones.

"Fugui, tonight's hurdle won't be easy to clear." Chen Yun took a deep breath. "But since White Stone Islet now bears the surname Wang, we have to take the challenge. Poison Scorpion, Frost Sentinel, prepare the car! We're going to Imperial View Bay!"

...

Shenzhen overpass.

Three black Mercedes G-Wagons led the way, surrounding a bulletproof Rolls-Royce with a special license plate.

Inside the car, the scent of incense was so thick it was a bit pungent. Qin Susu leaned against the silk seat, a deep-V wine-red silk trench coat wrapping her full and highly aggressive figure. At thirty-five or thirty-six, she was at the peak of a ripe, juicy peach, her eyes and brows exuding a cold, glamorous ruthlessness.

"President Qin, according to our investigation, that man named Wang Fugui is just a drifter from the countryside. Other than being a bit strong, he has no background." Richard looked up, speaking in a half-baked London accent, his eyes full of flattery. "A mud-legged rustic like that, I can make him disappear into a Black Water Ditch with just one word."

Qin Susu snorted coldly, her vermilion-painted finger trailing across Richard's face, her eyes full of lust: "Could someone Old Master Lin took an interest in be an ordinary mud-legged rustic? But... this girl Little Grass takes after me; she just likes this kind of wild barbarian."

She swirled the red wine glass in her hand, looking out the window at the neon-lit Shenzhen. In her view, Wang Fugui was nothing more than a bit strong, relying on brute force to trick her daughter, a green girl.

This kind of man, as long as you gave enough money or enough pressure, would eventually kneel at her high heels and beg for mercy.

...

That night, Villa No. 10 in Imperial View Bay.

The entire villa was brightly lit, the atmosphere oppressively suffocating. Lin Xiaocao and Chen Yun sat on the mahogany sofa in the living room, both wearing elegant qipaos, each beautiful in her own way, but their faces were now clouded with worry.

Wang Fugui, on the other hand, wasn't nervous at all. Having broken a sweat earlier, he felt sticky and headed straight into the first-floor bathroom.

"Bang!"

The villa's main door was rudely pushed open by two black-clad bodyguards.

Qin Susu entered the hall with her arm linked with Richard's, stepping in thin high heels with her full aura on display. With every step she took, the sound of her heels hitting the marble floor felt like she was stepping on someone's heart.

"Mom..." Lin Xiaocao stood up, her voice trembling.

Qin Susu didn't even look at her daughter; her gaze swept across the hall before landing on Chen Yun. Her lips curled into a sneer: "You're that garment factory worker who thinks she's latched onto a big tree? Heh, good eye, but you chose the wrong master."

"Ms. Qin, Fugui isn't anyone's plaything. He is the backbone of our Flourishing Development." Chen Yun forced herself to maintain her aura, her palms drenched in cold sweat.

"Backbone? A mud-legged rustic is worthy of those words?" Qin Susu took off her sunglasses, her gaze like a knife. "Where is he? Tell him to get out here. I don't have time to waste."

Richard added fuel to the fire from the side: "Did you hear that? Have that barbarian come out to see President Qin! What kind of man hides in the bathroom?"

Just then, the frosted glass door of the bathroom opened with a "click."

A cloud of white steam, so thick it was almost liquefied, billowed out from the gap in the bathroom door, accompanied by a scent capable of instantly igniting the most primal desires of any female creature.

Qin Susu's brow furrowed slightly. The moment that scent drifted through her nose and into her brain, her heart, which had long been as cold as a rock in the arena of fame and fortune, actually skipped a beat for some inexplicable reason.

Then, a massive figure stepped out from the white mist.

Since he hadn't prepared a change of clothes, Wang Fugui had only cursorily wrapped a white cotton bath towel around his lower body.

It was a body that could be called a work of art.

Over two meters tall, his skin showed a healthy dark red hue from the cold shower he had just finished. Those bulging muscles, forged like refined steel, reflected a metallic texture under the hall's lights. Water droplets still hung on his pectoral muscles, slowly sliding down that deep crevice and disappearing into the bath towel.

The most terrifying thing was the sense of oppression.

With Wang Fugui's appearance, the temperature of the entire hall seemed to instantly rise by five degrees. That violent male pheromone, filled with the desire to conquer, was like a giant beast breaking free from its shackles, ruthlessly tearing Qin Susu's original hypocritical noblewoman aura to shreds.

Wang Fugui was haphazardly drying his hair with a towel as he walked, his dark gold eyes shimmering with an innocent light under the lamps.

"You're Little Grass's mom?" Wang Fugui spoke in a muffled voice, so deep it made the air resonate. "Why didn't you knock? I haven't put on my clothes yet."

Richard had originally wanted to scold him, but upon seeing Wang Fugui's eyes, which were like those of a prehistoric tyrannosaur, his legs went weak, and he actually collapsed onto the floor with a "thud," his teeth chattering.

And as for Qin Susu...

This Beijing noblewoman, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago and was ready to start "judgment mode," was now frozen in place.

Her pupils contracted violently, her breathing instantly became rapid, and the lungs in her chest felt as if they no longer belonged to her. She stared fixedly at the faintly visible waistline on Wang Fugui's abdomen and those magnificent pectoral muscles that pulsed rhythmically with his breathing. A never-before-experienced, overwhelming heat frantically exploded from deep within her lower abdomen.

It was a biological-level crushing that she had never felt after toying with countless celebrities and little white faces...

She felt those expensive silk stockings between her legs actually starting to heat up slightly.

That high-and-mighty queenly posture from just now collapsed completely in this instant.

Qin Susu subconsciously gripped the hem of her qipao, an abnormal flush appearing on her cheeks, her eyes as dazed as if she had drunk ten pounds of strong liquor.

Her head was buzzing, with only one absurd and crazy thought flashing frantically:

"This man... he... is he really human?"

Wang Fugui scratched his head simply and took another step forward, his vigorous breath almost puffing onto Qin Susu's face: "Why aren't you talking? Is it because my hospitality is poor and I've made you unhappy?"

Looking at the broad, steaming chest close at hand, Qin Susu's legs went soft, and she unconsciously leaned back against the wall, her voice incredibly hoarse:

"You... your name is Wang Fugui?"