Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Nightclub.

This was the first time Lin Bai had stepped into Blackstone City's infamous den of iniquity.

A wave of heat mixed with perfume and alcohol hit me in the face.

In the dance floor, countless arms twisted wildly. The people here lived a life of debauchery, caring nothing for tomorrow's fate, as long as there was wine to drink.

I thought I would have to explain my identity, but I was caught the moment I stepped inside.

"Advisor Bai! Over here! Look here!"

Amidst the cacophony of noise, a powerful, booming voice carved a bloody path through the chaos.

Lin Bai turned his head and saw a "brown bear" waving its thick arms in the dimly lit corner of the booth.

It was Iron Fist.

This guy wasn't wearing his signature studded leather jacket today; instead, he was wearing a white shirt that made his muscles look like they were about to explode.

At first glance, it looks exactly like a chimpanzee trying to disguise itself.

Lin Bai raised an eyebrow and walked through the crowded people.

"Why are you the only one here? Where's Qingtang?"

Lin Bai sank into the sofa and casually picked up an unopened bottle of beer from the table.

"They're upstairs."

Iron Fist grabbed the wine glass, gulped down a large mouthful, and his fleshy face was filled with frustration:

"They say a big shot has come to the inner city, and Boss Fuzhao and Qingtang are both upstairs having a meeting with him."

"That brat Qingtang looked down on me, saying I wouldn't understand anything even if I went, and she'd have to translate for me, so she told me to wait downstairs."

At this point, the gorilla brought its face close to Lin Bai's, its bull-like eyes wide open, its tone full of eager verification:

"Strategist, you be the judge! Am I stupid? I'm just too lazy to use my brain! If I were to use my brain, what chance would they have?"

Lin Bai's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air.

He looked into Iron Fist's clear, yet foolish eyes, and then at his arm, which was thicker than his own thigh.

A few seconds later.

Lin Bai tilted his head back, gulped down half a bottle of beer, and then slammed the bottle heavily on the table.

"It's all in the wine."

Iron Fist: "..."

"No, strategist, what do you mean? You also think I'm not smart enough?" Iron Fist got impatient and was about to slam his fist on the table to argue.

"Alright." Lin Bai waved his hand, forcibly changing the subject. "I have urgent business with Fuzuma today, it's very important."

"Oh, looking for the boss?" Iron Fist, a single-minded creature, was instantly swayed. "Then you'll have to wait. I reckon it'll be over soon."

The voice just fell.

A commotion suddenly broke out in the corridor on the second floor.

The once noisy dance floor seemed to have been muted.

Nearby gang members and waiters instinctively lowered their heads and quickly made way for a wide passage.

The group of people slowly walked down the stairs.

The woman in the lead was wearing a long black velvet dress.

She looks to be in her thirties, is extremely well-maintained, and her skin is so white it reflects light in the dim light.

Holding an exquisite lace folding fan in her hand, her inherent nobility seemed completely out of place in this dirty and chaotic outer city.

A young man followed half a step behind her.

Wearing a beige casual suit and sporting a warm, welcoming smile, he was none other than Ji Yun, an old acquaintance of Lin Bai.

Behind the two was the owner of the Nightclub, "Rotten Swamp".

Behind them were several members of the Dust Brotherhood.

At this moment, Fuzuma completely lost his usual lazy, boss-like demeanor.

He followed behind the noblewoman, his body slightly hunched and a cautious smile plastered on his face.

He's like an old housekeeper who's always ready to hand you slippers.

"Tsk, so this is a big shot from the inner city? What a grand entrance, like the Queen on a royal procession."

Iron Fist muttered something under his breath, but his body stood ramrod straight.

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes, put down his wine glass, stood up and straightened his collar.

"Let's go over and say hello."

"Huh? We're going too? They're big shots from the inner city..."

Although Iron Fist was verbally cowardly, he immediately forgot his earlier "self-awareness" and followed after Lin Bai when he saw Lin Bai move.

Staircase entrance.

The lady stopped and covered her mouth and nose with her folding fan with some disgust.

"That's settled then."

"Get ready, we'll need you soon."

"Yes, madam, rest assured, I will make all the arrangements." Fuminuma adopted a very humble attitude.

The lady nodded and was about to leave.

A quick glance revealed Lin Bai walking towards them.

Her gaze swept over Lin Bai's trench coat, completely ignoring it.

however.

Ji Yun, who had been following behind her, suddenly had a bright look in her eyes.

"Brother Lin!"

Ji Yun quickened her pace and extended her hand, saying, "What a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you here."

This scene stunned everyone present.

Fuzuma's usually half-open, dead fish eyes widened instantly.

He glanced at Ji Yun, who was shaking hands with Lin Bai.

He frowned, waved to the cadres behind him, and signaled them to leave first.

The big shots were catching up, and it wasn't appropriate for these people to listen!

The noblewoman was looking at Lin Bai with curiosity.

"Xiaoyun, do you know her?"

Ji Yun made no attempt to hide anything, and introduced with a smile:

"Aunt Lan, let me introduce you. This is the business partner I mentioned to you, a very talented... outer city alchemist."

"Oh?"

The noblewoman, known as Aunt Lan, raised her slender eyebrows, her eyes becoming playful.

"Outer city? Alchemist?"

The combination of these two words is a joke in itself.

She looked Lin Bai up and down.

She's not bad looking... but that's about it.

Who is Ke Jiyun?

The son of President Tianqiong.

Although he is not favored, he is deep-thinking and highly capable, and would never speak without a purpose.

The person he treats with such enthusiasm...

Aunt Lan's brain instantly began to work at lightning speed, and a grand drama of family feuds automatically formed in her mind:

In order to seize the family property, Ji Yun, the illegitimate son, secretly cultivated his power in the outer city.

This so-called "alchemist" is probably just a front; who knows what kind of shady armed force is hiding behind him!

Is this the legendary "white glove"?

"I see."

The contempt in Aunt Lan's eyes instantly diminished.

Instead, it carries a deeper meaning of "I see through it, but I won't say it."

"Xiaoyun, you really have impressed me."

She gently tapped Ji Yun's shoulder with her folding fan and said meaningfully, "The outer city... is indeed a good place to hide one's strength. This move is well done."

Ji Yun looked completely bewildered: "Huh?"

He was just saying hello to an acquaintance, how did that turn into playing chess?

Still hiding their strength?

"Alright, you guys chat, I won't disturb your 'business', young people."

Aunt Lan chuckled softly, her gaze sweeping between Lin Bai and Ji Yun, before turning and leaving with a lingering fragrance.

Ji Yun was still completely confused until her figure disappeared through the doorway.

"What does this auntie mean?" Ji Yun shook his head helplessly.

Lin Bai guessed about 70-80% of it, and a smile appeared on his lips.

This is a common problem among intelligent people.

I always feel that the world is a giant chessboard, and everyone is playing a grand game.

Little did they know, sometimes it really was just a chance encounter.

However, this misunderstanding... is quite clever.

The bigger the waves, the more precious the fish, understand?

"What are you doing here?" Lin Bai asked Ji Yun.

Ji Yun's smile faded, and he pulled Lin Bai aside, his expression turning serious.

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