Tango is a secret dance between lovers. According to ancient tradition, the men should wear daggers. While that's no longer the case, dancers must maintain a serious expression, constantly looking around as if wary of being caught by a jealous lover.

Moving on sexy, slender high heels, Xiao Qianxi danced with gorgeous, passionate steps. She was surprised by Xia Liang's profound skill in tango. She had thought he could only manage a few steps at most.

As time passed and their emotions intertwined, the pair became increasingly synchronized. Glamorous and elegant, yet fiercely passionate. The wealthy socialites surrounding them applauded and gasped in amazement again and again.

In their minds, people from Dragon Country were mostly country bumpkins who knew nothing of high society. But now, they were completely captivated by the couple's dance.

Xia Liang reached out, pulling Xiao Qianxi into a spin that ended in his embrace. He then effortlessly plucked the pin from her hair, letting her long, dark tresses cascade down and dance freely. They moved as naturally as a fish in water or a swallow in the sky, the epitome of carefree elegance.

"You're dancing to draw the target's attention, aren't you?"

"What else would it be for?"

"I'm just worried he'll have a bout of diarrhea and miss the show in the restroom."

"Don't worry. I've already spotted him."

Their expressions remained unchanged, only their lips moved slightly, their voices too low for anyone else to hear.

"I didn't realize you were such a good dancer."

"There's a lot more I can do. This is just a small sample."

"So, who taught you to tango?"

"Guess…"

Xia Liang raised an eyebrow. He certainly wasn't foolish enough to mention the System.

"Do you see the gambling table on the highest platform? Our target is up there. I've heard he's as lecherous as they come. Even at sixty, he's still carousing nightly. He'll definitely invite me up there or for a dance. That's when I can steal the information from him."

Xia Liang smiled, listening without missing a step. "How can you be sure he's carrying important intelligence on him?"

Xiao Qianxi's hand tightened slightly, a signal for him to lower his voice.

"Do you think America is the only one interested in the circulator blueprints? When the traitor fled the country, powerful factions from various nations mobilized, all vying for the schematics that could potentially alter the global balance of power.

"Among those factions is a mysterious organization known as Sanctuary. Its members are all top-tier billionaires or high-ranking politicians. Their goal is to control all the major world powers from behind the scenes, to become kings without crowns. In fact, they've been the ones orchestrating many of the conflicts in recent years.

"The chairman of Great Star Company, the one you provoked, is a member. As for that old lecher up there, he's the current patriarch of a century-old American clan. His wealth is many times greater than any of the so-called richest people on the Forbes list."

The music reached a climactic peak, and their steps quickened in response, pushing the atmosphere of the room to its zenith.

"The traitor betrayed his country because that old lecher offered him more money than he could spend in ten lifetimes and an exceedingly lavish lifestyle. And with the M-type circulator blueprints, the old lecher's position in Sanctuary will be even more secure. That's why I'm certain he's carrying the intel we need on his person."

Xia Liang chuckled. "From all that, I get one thing: you're planning to use your charms as a honeytrap?"

"What other choice is there? His security is top-notch. It's impossible to steal anything from him without being noticed."

Xiao Qianxi didn't want to do it either. A part of her resisted the idea, mostly because she had no experience with this sort of thing.

"Can't we do it without you selling yourself?"

"Easy for you to say. You know how important this intelligence is."

"I know, but can't we think of another way?"

"Why?"

"Because—"

The music swelled to its most dramatic finale. Xia Liang twirled Xiao Qianxi out before pulling her swiftly back into his arms.

"Because I don't want you to."

The moment Xia Liang's words fell, thunderous applause erupted, punctuated by cries of amazement. The assembled nobles and socialites saw only the exquisite dance, completely oblivious to the couple's hushed conversation.

As the absolute center of attention, they smiled and waved to the crowd.

"My lady, Mr. Hades would like to invite you for a drink." A server approached Xiao Qianxi with a respectful bow.

"If we've been invited, then let's go," Xia Liang said, putting an arm around Xiao Qianxi's shoulders.

"Sir, Mr. Hades's invitation was for the lady only. Please understand," the server said, his deferential attitude unwavering.

Xia Liang smirked, keeping his arm around Xiao Qianxi as they walked forward.

The server would not be ignored. He stepped sideways to block their path.

"URK—"

With his feet dangling off the floor, the server found himself lifted by the neck, caught in the crook of Xia Liang's arm.

"So, can I pass? What was that? Your voice is too quiet, I can't hear you. Since you're not saying anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Xia Liang tossed the server aside like a piece of garbage.

He performed the coolest dance and made the most ruthless move. One moment he was a dashing knight in the eyes of the socialites, the next a powerfully domineering general.

"Being so conspicuous… aren't you afraid of blowing our cover?"

Xiao Qianxi's lovely face returned to its usual icy mask, drawing covetous glances from the many nobles in the room. Ever since Xia Liang had said, "Because I don't want you to," her heart felt as though it had been dipped in honey.

"This place is full of nobles used to bullying men and preying on women, isn't it? A little arrogance won't be out of place."

The two of them went up the stairs, where an oval marble gambling table came into view. In the host's seat sat a small, sparsely-haired old man, fiddling with a string of prayer beads that gleamed with a greasy luster from constant handling.

Behind him stood a dozen bodyguards of different races. Xia Liang could clearly sense their explosive power. Their breathing was even and deep—they were clearly all expert combatants.

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