The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

They stared at Fu Chenzhou's face, dumbfounded.

I've seen some good-looking ones.

I've never seen anything this good.

It's so beautiful it's almost unreal, like something beyond our comprehension.

Lu Xingzhou narrowed his eyes, re-examining this legendary madman.

Lu Ran opened his mouth and then closed it again, the words of cursing stuck in his throat.

Pei Qingrang adjusted his crooked glasses, revealing an even more complex expression in his eyes behind the lenses.

Guo Yiling even forgot to talk about the law.

Jiang Wu stared at Li Ruo, still smiling so sickly and so crazy.

Fu Chenzhou looked at them, a hint of interest flashing deep in his gray eyes.

He looked at Zhou Si holding Li Ruo.

Seeing that Li Ruo didn't struggle,

Watching their natural, intimate, and unguarded interaction...

Something flickered slightly in the depths of his gray eyes.

It's very light.

soon.

But it does exist.

He put down his wine glass, stood up, and slowly walked towards them.

The silver-gray figure cast a long shadow under the light, each step carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

His posture was elegant and composed, as if he were walking in his own garden.

But the dangerous aura emanating from their very bones instantly put all six of them on edge.

"Welcome to Rose Manor, everyone."

His voice was deep and calm, like the bass register of a cello—pleasant to hear, yet sending chills down one's spine.

"I know exactly why you've come."

He stopped beside Li Ruo, his gray eyes sweeping over the six people, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"If you want to take Li Ruo away, you can."

The eyes of all six people lit up at the same time.

"But there will be a price to pay."

That little bit of light went dark again at the same time.

Fu Chenzhou seemed to enjoy the feeling of toying with his prey, and his smile deepened:

"According to the rules of Rose Manor, trespassers—"

He paused, then said, "Die."

The moment the last word was uttered, the temperature in the main hall seemed to drop by ten degrees.

The guards raised their weapons simultaneously, the tips of their blades gleaming coldly.

The eyes of the six men simultaneously turned fierce, like wild beasts driven to the brink of despair, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

The atmosphere was tense, ready to erupt at any moment.

Li Ruo frowned slightly and looked at Fu Chenzhou.

She was about to say something.

"but--"

Fu Chenzhou changed the subject, his tone becoming nonchalant again:

"I'm in a good mood today."

His gaze swept over Li Ruo beside him, a hint of indulgent smile in his eyes, lingering on her face for a second.

As he looked away, he continued:

"So, I'm giving you a chance."

"What opportunity?" Lu Xingzhou asked in a deep voice.

Fu Chenzhou walked slowly toward them.

He walked very slowly, as if taking a stroll, or perhaps watching a group of trapped beasts struggle.

That unhurried elegance, paired with those cold gray eyes, was chilling.

"You can take Li Ruo away. But you'll have to pay a price."

He stopped in front of Zhou Si and looked him up and down.

That gaze made Zhou Si feel extremely uncomfortable, like a mouse being stared at by a snake.

He forced himself not to back down and glared back at them.

Fu Chenzhou tilted his head slightly:

"Young Master Zhou."

His tone was casual, as if he were chatting about everyday things:

What is the most valuable thing about you that is worth keeping?

Zhou Si was taken aback: "What?"

"I'm asking you."

Fu Chenzhou's voice turned slightly colder, but he still maintained an elegant tone:

"What do you think you possess that I would like to collect?"

His tone was casual, as if he were asking what we were having for dinner.

But that condescending scrutiny, that eye that treats people like objects, is more uncomfortable than any threat.

Zhou Si was stumped by the question.

But he quickly realized what he was doing and gave a cold laugh:

"Every part of me is worth collecting! Come and take it if you dare!"

"Is that so?"

Fu Chenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning Zhou Si from head to toe, his gaze like a scalpel, peeling away his layers.

Finally, the focus settled on his eyes.

Even in this state, those eyes burned with the flames of anger.

Black and white are clearly distinguished.

Clear yet violent.

Like a trapped wild beast, yet still refusing to bow its head.

"Young Master Zhou."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Fu Chenzhou's gray eyes, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly, his smile elegant yet deadly:

"Your eyes are beautiful."

"I want it."

"Two."

There was a moment of silence in the main hall.

But everyone knew he was telling the truth.

He really will want it.

Zhou Si paused for a moment, as if he hadn't heard clearly, and then mischievously picked at his ear:

"You want my eyes?! You don't deserve them?!"

His tone was nonchalant, but his eyes had changed.

They became like knives and fire, like wild beasts ready to pounce and bite off the throat at any moment.

The expressions on the faces of the others also changed.

Fu Chenzhou was not joking.

He really wanted them to leave something behind.

Moreover, it is part of their body, part of their life, and their most precious possession.

This man is a complete madman.

Refined, elegant, and composed, yet mad to the core.

"Those who trespass will naturally pay the price."

Fu Chenzhou's gray eyes swept over the six people, his tone calm:

"But you're lucky."

"Li Ruo is here, so I won't kill you."

The expressions on the faces of all six people changed simultaneously.

Not killing does not mean letting them go.

They had all heard about Fu Chenzhou's methods to some extent.

"Mr. Fu," Lu Xingzhou said in a low voice, "the Lu family is willing to pay any price to get Li Ruo to leave."

"cost?"

Fu Chenzhou smiled, a smile as cold as ice:

Do you think I lack money? Power? Status?

Lu Xingzhou choked.

Yes.

Fu Chenzhou lacks nothing.

His wealth was unfathomable, his power extended throughout the capital, and his position was unshakeable.

"Then what do you need my eyeballs for if you have everything?! You're a pervert!!"

Zhou Si rushed out from behind Lu Xingzhou, his eyes bloodshot.

"Except for...except for your ears, if you want to fight or kill, come at me! Don't fucking beat around the bush!"

Fu Chenzhou looked at him, a hint of interest flashing in his gray eyes.

"You've got guts."

Fu Chenzhou leaned slightly closer to Zhou Si, his impossibly perfect face inches away. He whispered something that sent chills down Zhou Si's spine:

"I told you, your eyes... are very nice."

Zhou Si felt a chill run down his spine, and he suppressed the urge to back away, staring intently at him.

"When your eyes are angry, they're like they're on fire. When you're protecting her, they're like they're hiding water."

He reached out and touched Zhou Si's eyes with his fingertips.

There was no direct contact; the gesture was merely a pointing, an elegant movement akin to pointing at a painting.

"I want it."

"Just it."

Li Ruo stood aside, watching this scene.

She looked at Fu Chenzhou's elegant and composed demeanor, at the faint smile on his lips, and at the morbid madness overflowing from his cold gray eyes.

She seemed to understand; the man wasn't threatening them.

He genuinely admired Zhou Si's eyes and truly wanted them.

Just like his collection of artworks:

If you like something, you should get it.

As for how he obtained it—whether by buying, exchanging, or digging it up—it made no difference to him.

This is the most terrible.

It's not ruthlessness or cruelty, but rather a deep-seated disregard for all rules.

In his eyes, human life was no different from a painting or a sculpture.