"Great Lord Soros, you truly have a discerning eye. I've had my eye on this kid since he came in, muttering Tang Rao's name all along," Fina said with a smile.

"Oh? Really?" Soros laughed.

"Of course, great Lord Soros," Fina spoke with a smile.

"In that case, this becomes even more interesting, I like it even more," Soros had already stood up, his smile accompanying his slow strides toward Lu Xin.

As for Fina, she followed closely behind.

Lu Xin felt terribly distressed inside; he hadn't expected that Jiang Langhuan would have a fiancé, and it was Tang Rao!

Break off the engagement? And what good would that do? In the end, it's still second-hand.

Maybe Tang Rao has already ruined her.

At this thought, Lu Xin could no longer control his rage. He felt like he was about to explode and wanted to smash everything around him. But he knew he couldn't, so he could only drink, furiously gulping down the alcohol.

"Young man, you don't seem very happy," Soros had by now approached Lu Xin, speaking in fluent Yan language.

If one didn't look up, it would be impossible to tell that this was a person from Cisland speaking.

"Don't bother me!" Lu Xin didn't look up, waved his hand dismissively, his head buried, wrestling with his own thoughts.

"I think, I can cure your irritability," Soros continued with a smile.

"I told you, don't bother me!" Lu Xin yelled, his voice much louder, and at the same time, he looked up, his face full of impatience.

However, this was a bar, and Lu Xin's shout hardly attracted much attention.

Seeing the foreign face, Lu Xin was a little startled, but he still didn't respond, reaching for the bottle, ready to continue drinking. He had already booked a room at the hotel upstairs, and given his room card to the bartender; when the time came and he was drunk, someone would carry him back to his room.

"Lord Soros, it seems you are being ignored," Fina chuckled softly.

Soros patted Fina's shapely bottom and even gave it a pinch.

"Alright young man, drinking won't solve anything," Soros spoke again.

Lu Xin wanted to curse out loud, what kind of jerk are you, so annoying, I'm drinking to drown my sorrows, are you seriously going to spout some motivational crap?

Absolutely insane.

"If drinking could kill Tang Rao, I wouldn't mind joining you for a drink," Soros casually added.

The curse that reached Lu Xin's lips was forcefully swallowed back down.

Lu Xin looked at Soros with surprise, then he saw Fina standing behind him.

Fina's perfect figure and stunning beauty caused Lu Xin's gaze to linger with a hint of peculiarity.

"Who are you?" Lu Xin asked, why would the other party know the enmity between him and Tang Rao?

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I can help you, that's enough. Presumably, you despise Tang Rao to the bone, am I right? That guy is indeed detestable," Soros said with a smile.

"How are you going to help me? What do I have to give in return?" Lu Xin asked.

Although he had drunk quite a bit, his mind wasn't completely foggy; he was well aware that to get something, you first have to give something in return.

The other party would definitely not help him unconditionally for no reason; this wasn't a fairy tale world.

"You're a smart young man, what I need is very simple, just your loyalty," Soros chuckled lightly, "If you're willing to forever pledge your loyalty to me, I will give you tremendous power and everlasting life."

Lu Xin looked up at Soros.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Then, Lu Xin raised his middle finger.

"Insanity, kindly don't bother me," Lu Xin didn't believe in such things at all, great power and everlasting life, are you kidding me?

Soros: "..."

"Fina, do you now understand why I'm not too fond of the people from the Yan Nation?" Soros shook his head, "They're really too difficult to bamboozle, and the fact that they don't believe in anything, having no faith, is truly terrifying."

Fina nodded in deep agreement.

The same matter, if it were in Bingzhou, could be easily resolved; but in the Yan Nation, it would become extremely difficult.

If Soros had said those previous words to a Bingzhou youth, the youth would definitely say: Yeah man, that's so cool, let me give it a try.

Then, everything would fall into place.

But in the Yan Nation, they'd straight up treat you like a lunatic.

"Since it's like this, we might as well use a more forceful approach," Fina suggested.

"Actually, I'm not too keen on using violence," Soros shrugged, "If possible, I'd prefer to be gentle, to reason with them."

While saying this, Soros had already pulled out a pistol from his embrace.

Slowly, the pistol pressed against Lu Xin's head.

Feeling the cold barrel, Lu Xin immediately sobered up, raising his hands high abruptly.

"Really, every time I encounter you people from the Yan Nation, it's never anything good," Soros slowly moved the gun down, pressing it against Lu Xin's chest.

Pfft!

The next moment, Soros fired the gun in his hand.

Due to the silencer, the sound wasn't loud, only a whooshing could be heard.

Lu Xin glared with wide eyes; he wanted to scream, but strength was gradually leaving his body.

His chest had been pierced, his internal organs damaged by the bullet—he was dying.

He had not anticipated dying at the hands of a lunatic, Lu Xin thought.

If he could do it over, he would choose to talk to this lunatic; if the lunatic wanted his loyalty, then he'd just play along.

Indeed, lunatics should not be trifled with.

The bar remained as usual; no one noticed the anomaly here.

As for Soros, he had already put away the gun by now.

"Do you feel like you're about to die?" Soros asked Lu Xin.

Lu Xin couldn't be bothered with him. Keep being a lunatic if you like, and you still love to spout nonsense; am I not about to kick the bucket?

Don't you see the huge bullet hole in my chest? Can't you tell the blood gushing out like crazy?

Seeing Lu Xin not speaking, Soros took out a dagger and sliced the tip of his index finger.

A drop of dark red blood began to coalesce and finally fell from Soros's fingertip, landing precisely on the bullet hole in Lu Xin's chest.

In that instant, Lu Xin felt as if he'd been zapped by the spark-producing part of a million lighters, his whole body convulsing.

But he couldn't say it hurt, it was more akin to ecstasy, just... ecstasy to an extreme degree.

It's like how pleasurable it is to climax once, but what about a hundred times in succession? A thousand times? That's not pleasure anymore, that's pleasuring oneself to death.

That was how Lu Xin felt right now, indescribably strange.

This sensation lasted for about two minutes before Lu Xin could finally speak again.

"What did you do to me!" Lu Xin roared at Soros.

"Is this how you talk to your master?!" Soros responded coldly, following which, Lu Xin felt a pang of pain all over, as if his entire body was being torn apart.

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