Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 745 The Oriole's Feast

Outside the car, a shocking case had just subsided, but its aftershocks were still lingering.

Inside the car were the real winners, and their latest and most unexpected spoils.

Gao Dongxu smiled as he looked at Annie, whose almond-shaped eyes were wide open, her features were very distinctive, her gaze was clear and dazed, her pink lips had some light lip lines, her lip peaks were not high, and her temperament naturally had a girlish feel.

Annie's pupils contracted sharply the moment her memory was triggered, and her wet hair clung to her smooth forehead.

“It’s you—HK Convention and Exhibition Centre—” Her voice trembled with disbelief, each syllable sounding as if pulled from icy water. Her wide-open, beautiful eyes were now filled only with shock and astonishment.

"Heh, good memory—" His laughter was deep and pleasant, but it gave Annie goosebumps. "Could you give me the Tears of the Sun?"

Aning's translation was as soft as a feather's whisper, yet the content carried immense weight. A blush of embarrassment rose on Annie's cheeks, a poignant contrast to her pale skin. She wrapped her towel tighter around herself, her voice barely a whisper: "Could you close your eyes for a moment?"

Gao Dongxu's smile deepened, his gaze fixed on her, as if watching a caged bird's final dance. Annie bit her lower lip, her fingers trembling as she reached into the towel. When the world-famous Tear of the Sun yellow diamond was taken out, a barely audible gasp filled the carriage.

Even in dim light, the diamond still radiates an imperial brilliance, but what is even more captivating is the lingering warmth and faint fragrance on the gemstone.

Aning turned her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly. Bai Qiangwei's fingertips touched her lips, her eyes swirling with emotion—whether from amazement at the brilliance of the gemstone or shock at Annie's stroke of genius, it was hard to tell.

Gao Dongxu's fingertips traced the facets of the diamond, then suddenly paused. He sensed a considerable amount of spiritual energy, causing a glint of light to flash in his pupils.

"Is it true?" Ruqing's voice came from the other end, filled with suppressed longing.

"Really." Gao Dongxu tossed the diamond up and caught it, his movements as casual as if he were playing with a glass marble. Ru Qing quickly reached out her delicate hand, and the diamond landed in her palm. She excitedly said, "Help me put it on—"

The soft click of the necklace clasp closing was exceptionally clear in the silence. The "tears of the sun" cascaded down her delicate collarbone, and even without the brilliant sunlight, they were still incredibly dazzling and captivating.

"Is it beautiful?" Ruqing hurriedly reached out and gently stroked the Tear of the Sun on her neck, excitedly showing it off as she asked.

“Beautiful.” Gao Dongxu’s gaze shifted between the diamond and the passion, a smile curving his lips.

"Sir, I've given you the Tear of the Sun, could you please let me leave..." Annie looked at Gao Dongxu cautiously with unblinking eyes and said softly.

"I'm sorry, no, I want both the diamonds and you!"

"Huh?!" Annie thought she must have misheard. She first looked at the translator, Ah Ning, with a face full of suspicion and a hint of exasperation, and then looked at the smiling Gao Dongxu with shock.

Hearing Gao Dongxu's domineering and shameless words, Bai Qiangwei rolled her eyes and mentally cursed. She looked at Annie Ke, who was shivering and soaking wet, with an incredulous expression. Then she looked at Gao Dongxu in front of her, who was calm and even had a hint of mockery. The shock and complex emotions in her heart reached their peak.

This drama of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, has finally come to an end.

The oriole not only got the cicada, but also wanted to eat the mantis... White Rose looked at Annie with a sense of shared misfortune and empathy, but also a touch of schadenfreude—she wasn't the only one suffering; now she had a companion!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, deep in a dirty, secluded alley filled with abandoned debris, the air was foul and heavy.

Macau Park leaned against the cold, damp wall, slumped on the muddy ground. Every breath brought excruciating pain to his ribs, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, which mingled with the grime, making him look extremely disheveled.

The thrill of escaping from the police's tight net, mixed with the immense pleasure of successful revenge, caused a twisted and smug smile to twitch across his lips.

However, that smile froze instantly.

A chilling intuition—that he was being watched by a top predator— jolted him awake. He opened his eyes abruptly, and almost without hesitation, drew his dagger from his side. The blade flashed coldly in the sunlight.

At the alley entrance, a figure appeared silently, like a ghost. The person walked steadily and evenly, expressionless, with cold eyes as if looking at an inanimate object.

"Who are you?" Park, enduring the pain, struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall. His voice was hoarse and wary, with a barely perceptible gasp.

no respond.

Only those unwavering eyes and the suffocating sense of oppression that drew ever closer.

Macau Park's heart sank; he knew the newcomer was no ordinary person, and that communication was futile. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes; he resolved to strike first!
He gritted his teeth, and with a surge of ruthlessness, gripped his dagger and charged at Number 1, the tip aimed straight for his vitals, attempting a swift victory. The idea was good, but he severely underestimated his opponent and overestimated his own condition after being injured.

His attacks seemed to be played in slow motion in Number 1's eyes. Sidestep, block, grab—the movements were concise, efficient, and ruthless to the extreme.

In less than three rounds, Macau Park felt a blur before his eyes, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he received a precise and powerful blow to the back of his neck.

His consciousness was instantly swallowed by darkness, his body went limp, and he fell straight forward.

Number 1 stepped forward expressionlessly, supporting the limp body with a practiced ease, as if helping a drunkard. Without any hesitation, he carried the unconscious Macau Park quickly out of the alley and to an inconspicuous black van at the alley's entrance.

They opened the car door and shoved Macau Park into the back seat. Number 1 took out a prepared plastic restraint strap, twisted Macau Park's arms behind his back, and used the strap to tightly fasten his two thumbs—an extremely effective and difficult-to-break restraint method.

Having done all this, Number 1 closed the car door and returned to the driver's seat. The engine started, and the vehicle silently glided into traffic, speeding towards the meeting point agreed upon with Gao Dongxu.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows in Haeundae, bathing the living room in a golden glow. The sheer curtains fluttered in the breeze, like beautiful dancers gracefully swaying in the wind.

Gao Dongxu sank into the soft, ivory-white sofa, like a satiated lion.

White Rose was forced to perch on his lap, her body stiff as a statue, her cheeks burning red. Her eyes darted around in a panic, afraid to meet anyone's gaze or move an inch, as if the slightest mistake would displease the lion.

The two sisters, Aning and Ruxinruqing, had already taken off their coats, leaving only their close-fitting black velvet vests, which outlined their graceful curves.

They leaned lazily against the bar, their fingertips swirling the amber liquor, like three lionesses who had successfully hunted and were now resting in their luxurious den, their eyes filled with a hint of mockery as they sized up the uneasy Annie.

Anne, with a forced, ingratiating smile on her pretty face, sank into the single sofa, each breath she took carefully.

That thin bath towel became her last line of defense. She was restless and kept tightening the towel around her body with her hands, worried that it would come loose. She had to hold the edge tightly with her hands, and her knuckles turned white from the force.

Those long, slender legs that had once been the envy of countless people were now a burden, exposed to the sunlight with nowhere to hide, and even more exposed to Gao Dongxu's tangible, greedy, and burning gaze.

Sometimes their bodies overlapped, sometimes they separated, their restless state only drawing more attention. Gao Dongxu's gaze, carrying a tangible heat, swept over her skin inch by inch, making her almost tremble.

Although she usually acts very boldly and often creates ambiguity and flirtation, it's only to better integrate into the temporary team. If she were to actually fight, she would really have to think it over carefully.

However, it seems that today is an inescapable fate, and Annie has already mentally prepared herself. It must be said that in this respect, Annie is more open-minded and has a better perspective than Bai Qiangwei.

In the midst of this tense, almost unbearable silence, a clear sound of footsteps drew everyone's attention to the doorway.

Number 1 and Wang Jianjun, one on each side, carried the unconscious Macau Park into this luxurious place. They casually tossed the limp body onto the Persian carpet in the center of the living room, as if throwing away a bag of garbage.

A dull thud struck the hearts of everyone who witnessed it.

Annie's breathing stopped abruptly, and her pupils contracted sharply. She looked at the man on the ground, who seemed to have his bones removed—the Macau Park who had orchestrated the shocking theft of the Tears of the Sun, as shrewd as a fox and as cunning as an eel, was now being manipulated like a broken doll.

Her last shred of hope was utterly crushed; a chilling fear, like a tsunami, instantly engulfed her, leaving even her fingertips numb with cold.

Gao Dongxu clearly enjoyed the feeling of controlling other people's emotions. A playful smile appeared on his lips as he gently patted Bai Qiangwei's waist, signaling her to get up.

Bai Qiangwei sprang up as if granted a pardon, staggering half a step, her face flushed with embarrassment. She hurriedly straightened her clothes. Just now, when she was distracted by the appearance of Macau Pudi, she had inadvertently let her conscience fall into the hands of the enemy. Now that she realized it, she was naturally angry, ashamed, and quite helpless.

"Account, password, whereabouts of the gold—" Gao Dongxu's voice was light and airy, as if he were talking about today's weather rather than deciding a person's will.

Ru Xin and Ru Qing exchanged a glance, their lips curving into identical smiles. They set down their wine glasses and walked forward with light steps.

The two men each took out an old-fashioned, silver-gray needle pouch from their jacket pockets, then sat down on the carpet and spread the pouches out. Inside, there were countless silver needles of varying lengths, their tips gleaming with a cold light that sent chills down one's spine.

What happened next completely shattered Annie and White Rose's understanding of the real world.

(End of this chapter)