Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

It was Mr. Li who spoke.

Despite his frail health, his authority as a person accustomed to being in a superior position instantly silenced everyone.

He looked at the young woman and the middle-aged man, and said calmly:

"They are a powerful figure, and also a benefactor who has done my Li family a favor. How can you be so reckless? Do you want them to think that Xiao Song, and the Li family, are brutes who can't even protect the privacy of their clients after a business deal?"

Upon hearing this, the young woman and the middle-aged man gradually calmed down. Although tears still clung to their eyes, they were at least able to think rationally.

Li Song also breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Old Master Li's voice suddenly called out a name:

"Xiao Song".

"Ah, yes, Grandpa!"

Li Song sat up straight instantly.

"This matter was handled very well. It not only resolved the crisis but also laid the foundation for the family to establish a friendly relationship with a highly promising new talent."

From now on, you'll be in charge of contacting Qi Xie. Remember to maintain a friendly attitude, but don't be too hasty or overstep boundaries, lest he become wary and think our family has some bad intentions.

"I understand, Grandpa."

Li Song nodded hurriedly.

After giving his instructions, Old Master Li nodded, then suddenly changed the subject:

"I heard that the Black Saint Society has issued a warrant for Qi Xie's arrest?"

"Uh...yes, Grandpa, this isn't a secret in the traveler's circle."

"Such a distinguished person, with such potential, is worthy of our Li family making some initial investments and showing goodwill."

Old Master Li spoke in a calm but unquestionable tone:

"There was no excuse before, but it's different now. You draft a plan to put pressure on and warn the Black Saints in the name of our Li family."

"Tell us that we were able to break free from Yingchuan's eerie intrusion thanks to Qi Xie's timely help. Before you attack Qi Xie again, remember to consider the consequences of offending us."

Upon hearing this, Li Song's heart stirred.

This means that the Li family has, to some extent, chosen to side with Qi Xie.

The others stirred slightly, but did not raise any objections.

This is actually easy to understand. Firstly, because of Li Qing and Li Zimeng's situation, the Li family now has a relatively high level of acceptance of Qi Xie.

Secondly, the value Qi Xie demonstrated made it very worthwhile for them to go along with it and curry favor with him.

"However... there's actually a deeper reason behind this, which is that the other party is the Black Saints Guild..."

Li Song saw it all clearly:

"Although everyone has a good impression of Qi Xie, it is impossible for a family power to take sides and support someone so hastily. After all, the deceased is gone, and the living still need to consider the future."

The reason they were willing to side with Qi Xie was because Qi Xie had offended the Black Saint Guild.

This dark force is unique in nature and lacks organizational cohesion. Unless threatened with life or death, it is almost impossible for it to launch a large-scale counterattack between factions.

Furthermore, the Black Saints are, frankly speaking, a cesspool—it's disgusting whether you kick it or not.

Even if you don't side with Qi Xie, do you think the Black Saint Guild members wouldn't rob your Li family members if they encountered them in the dungeon?

"Since you're going to target me whether I protect them or not, I might as well protect them and do you a favor."

However, regardless of the circumstances, it's a good thing that the family chose to side with Qi Xie, because he was the one responsible for contacting Qi Xie, which would give him more say in the family.

As Li Song pondered this, a cunning smile crept onto his lips.

I really made the right bet!

Although Qi Xie tricked him, didn't he also take advantage of Qi Xie to gain even greater benefits?

Thieves never leave empty-handed, and merchants never lose their capital.

How could Li Song possibly do a losing business?

Grandpa Li chuckled and looked at Li Song:

"Xiao Song, now that the strange threat from Yingchuan has been eliminated, you need to focus more on managing the family business there, understand?"

Especially our hotel, we absolutely must do a good job.

This is of paramount importance to our efforts in expanding our network in Yingchuan, especially to those distinguished guests at the top. We must provide them with the best experience to maintain our connections, understand?

Li Song, still basking in his smugness, said with a touch of pride:

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I'll take care of this little thing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Song felt a distinct tremor.

Rumble rumble rumble...

Huh? What was that sound?

Li Song looked up in confusion.

He thought he had just heard a noise above his head.

hum! ! !

Just then, his phone, which was next to his computer, suddenly vibrated and several messages popped up. The contacts all seemed to be hotel employees.

Li Song opened it and took a look.

He was stunned at first glance.

"(ꄱੈˍꄱੈ) ?"

What do you mean by "the entire presidential suite on the top floor was breached"?

"What do you mean by a bunch of strange, grayish-white tentacles with eyes spreading across the entire top floor?"

"What do you mean the guests on the top floor are about to be dragged away and eaten by those tentacles?!"

Li Song instantly stood up, only to feel a darkness engulf his vision, with only one thought echoing in his mind:

"My esteemed guest!!!"

At this moment, on the top floor, several hotel employees huddled against the wall, trembling, watching the extremely bizarre scene before them.

A continuous stream of grayish-white illusory tentacles surged wildly from the bathroom of one of the rooms, carrying countless richly dressed, noble, and wailing dignitaries who were frantically swinging in mid-air, trying to retract.

In the same room, thick, black shadow tentacles with blood-red vertical eyes were frantically coiling and entangled with the gray-white tentacles, preventing them from taking the distinguished guests back to eat.

And in places they can't see.

In the washroom, where tentacles were gushing out, a continuous stream of shadow tentacles was emerging from beneath the feet of a young man.

He was still holding the head of a middle-aged noblewoman in his hand.

The head had not been severed; it was still attached to the neck and body, but the body was being pulled back by a gray-white tentacle.

The young man was covered in sweat, straining with all his might, like a tug-of-war with the tentacles, pulling the middle-aged lady so hard that her eyes rolled back and her tongue stuck out.

All the employees could hear was a loud, clenched scream coming from the room:

"My Lord!! My Lord!!! You can't eat this! You really can't eat this! Be good! Listen to me!!! Let go... no, let go, let go now!!!"