Qin Dynasty: Ying Zheng is my brother, I am the Bad Commander

The moment their eyes met, Yan Fei's heart skipped a beat, and a faint blush imperceptibly rose on her fair, jade-like cheeks.

She instinctively wanted to look away to hide her inner turmoil.

However, Ying Chen did not give her that chance.

Almost instantly, the domineering aura that made people want to worship Ying Chen vanished.

Like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, he effortlessly removed his dignified mask and reverted to his lazy, cynical demeanor.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back slightly against the back of the golden nanmu chair, and then very naturally reached out a hand to accurately grasp Yan Fei's slender fingers, which were as thin as scallion roots, which were placed on the table.

It feels slightly cool to the touch and smooth like cream.

Yan Fei's delicate body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but Ying Chen's fingers, seemingly casual, firmly enveloped her soft hand in his palm, making her unable to move.

"What's wrong?"

Ying Chen tilted his head slightly, his deep eyes filled with a playful smile. He leaned closer to Yan Fei, lowered his voice, and teased her in a lighthearted tone, "Were you captivated by my dashing and domineering demeanor just now? Didn't you even blink?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Fei's beautiful face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple, the redness extending all the way to her crystal-clear ears.

In the past, she would have felt embarrassed and annoyed, then glanced coldly at Ying Chen before turning her head away and ignoring him.

But now, with Ying Chen holding her hand like this, and listening to his slightly roguish yet magnetic teasing, Yan Fei found that she couldn't feel the slightest bit of annoyance.

Instead, a strange feeling she had never experienced before spread through her heart.

Looking at Ying Chen's handsome face, which was so close to hers and wore a mischievous smile, she couldn't help but recall his domineering figure from just now.

Two completely different temperaments blend perfectly in one person, which not only does not feel abrupt, but also exudes a fatal attraction.

Yan Fei lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings.

This time, surprisingly, she didn't refute Ying Chen's teasing, nor did she forcefully pull her hand away. She simply let Ying Chen hold it, her lips slightly pursed, maintaining a silent acceptance.

This scene, witnessed by Jing Ke and Gongsun Li, was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving them stunned and speechless.

Jing Ke remained kneeling on one knee. He slightly raised his head, staring in astonishment at the scene before him that seemed like flirting. His jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

Is this... is this still the same cold and ruthless young master of Qin who analyzed their situation so thoroughly that every word hit the nail on the head and forced them to bow down and submit with just a few words?

This person's transformation is too fast! One second he's a living Yama who holds the power of life and death, and the next he's a spoiled brat harassing respectable women?

Gongsun Li also stared wide-eyed, her small mouth slightly open, her face full of disbelief.

She glanced at Ying Chen, then at Yan Fei, whose hand was being held by Ying Chen and who, instead of getting angry, looked shy, and felt that her brain was a little slow to process what was happening.

Which side of this prince of Qin is the real him?

Ying Chen's lips curled up slightly, seemingly very satisfied with Yan Fei's reaction. He did not push his luck any further. After squeezing Yan Fei's soft fingers, he naturally let go, as if nothing had happened. He picked up the teacup on the table and leisurely took a sip.

"Rise, Jing Ke," Ying Chen said casually, setting down his teacup. "In my household, except on formal occasions, there's no need for such elaborate formalities. What I, the Bad People, value is the sharpness of your sword and the loyalty of your heart, not these tedious rituals."

Upon hearing this, Jing Ke took a deep breath, suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, and stood up.

A brief silence fell over the private room.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the door to the private room was quietly pushed open again.

Jing Ni's graceful figure reappeared at the doorway.

She walked quickly to Ying Chen's side, holding something in her hand.

It was a token with a dark golden hue throughout, made of neither gold nor jade, exuding an ancient and heavy texture.

The front of the token is engraved with the ancient seal script character "天" (tian, meaning heaven).

The edge of the token is engraved with intricate cloud patterns, subtly exuding an air of majesty.

Jing Ni walked up to Jing Ke and, without saying a word, handed him the token.

"Take it."

Ying Chen sat in the chair, crossed his hands over his abdomen, and looked at Jing Ke, saying, "This will be your symbol of identity in the Bad Guys from now on. The exclusive token of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals and the Dark Star."

"With it, you can mobilize the intelligence network and resources of the Bad Guys in South Korea and even some of their bases in the other six countries."

"Of course, it is also your death warrant. If one day this token falls into the hands of the enemy, or if you betray the Bad People, then no matter where you flee to, this token will guide the Bad People's assassins to find you, and then... eliminate you."

Ying Chen's tone was calm, but the chilling killing intent in his words made the temperature in the private room seem to drop several degrees.

Jing Ke's expression turned solemn. Without the slightest hesitation, he stretched out his hands and solemnly accepted the heavy "Heaven" token.

"Understood!" Jing Ke replied in a deep voice.

Ying Chen nodded in satisfaction. Then, his gaze passed over Jing Ke and landed on Gongsun Li, who was standing behind Jing Ke and still seemed somewhat uneasy.

"Okay, your problem is solved. Now, let's talk about another one."

Ying Chen's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.

"Your junior sister, Gongsun Li. What are your plans for her?"

Upon hearing Ying Chen mention her, Gongsun Li's body stiffened slightly, and she subconsciously gripped Jing Ke's sleeve.

Jing Ke frowned, turned to look at his junior sister, and a deep worry flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Jing Ke's conflicted expression, Ying Chen kindly offered two solutions.

"First, you can choose to place her in a secret base that our Bad People have established in South Korea. It's heavily guarded there, and there are people specifically responsible for taking care of her daily needs. As long as Bad People survive, her safety there will be absolutely guaranteed. You can go and carry out your mission with peace of mind, and visit her at the base after the mission is over."

"Second..." Ying Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you feel the stronghold is still not safe enough or don't want to be too far away from her, you can choose to have her come with you. But let me make this clear: if you choose to take her with you, and something unexpected happens during the mission that results in her being injured, I will not be responsible."

After hearing Ying Chen's two options, the private room fell silent once again.