After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"A thick, white, and greasy tongue coating indicates severe internal heat."

"Your partner hasn't been home for at least three months, has they?"

"Anxiety breeds suspicion, and the endocrine system is already in complete chaos."

Mrs. Zhang's eyes instantly reddened.

The bitterness of having her grievances laid bare at a glance directly shattered her psychological defenses.

"Amazing!"

Master Zhou, you are truly a living god!

That damned guy is outside…”

"Stop."

Zhou Ran raised his hand to cut her off.

"I only treat illnesses, I don't listen to gossip."

"Remove these random stones off your body."

"Your body is already weak, you can't handle this kind of old mine jadeite. Wearing it too much will only deplete your yang energy."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger.

Whoosh.

A wisp of demonic energy silently entered Mrs. Zhang's brow.

Mrs. Zhang's body trembled suddenly.

The suffocating feeling that had been building up in my chest for years shattered in an instant.

Breathing became easier, the mind became clear, and even the scene before my eyes became clearer.

The whole world seemed to have been wiped clean again.

"Also, what you need is a beautiful figure and 'firmness'."

Only in this way can you win back your deadbeat husband's heart.

"Would you pay 20 million for a one-on-one private coaching session?"

"Take it! This..."

I'll pay for it!

Mrs. Zhang was so excited that she was incoherent and grabbed the checkbook to sign it.

"Sister Zhang, don't rush to give me the money."

Fatty Wang chuckled and leaned closer with his round face.

He was waving a huge QR code in his hand, grinning like a cunning fox.

"Now that you've entered the gates of our Extraordinary Capital, we're all family from now on."

"Come on, let's add a green bubble first."

"From now on, whether it's the business or that deadbeat..."

Ahem, I mean, if there's anything happening on your brother-in-law's side, please let me know immediately.

The bag cured him so badly he couldn't get out of bed!

The fat man lowered his voice, his tone ambiguous yet revealing a touch of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) sincerity.

"We not only take care of your physical health, but also your emotional well-being."

"If anyone makes you feel bad, we can help you settle things."

Mrs. Zhang now revered Zhou Ran as a god, and out of love for him, she even found the fat man to be handsome.

Without hesitation, I scanned the QR code to add them.

Fatty Wang's fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed a line of small text into the remarks section:

[Zhang Cuilan - wife of a Shanxi mining company owner - controls the finances - husband suspected of cheating on her with a third-tier actress - potential for defection]

"Next."

Zhou Ran's voice rang out again, cold and efficient.

The third woman was short-haired, dressed in a well-tailored business suit, with sharp eyes.

"Mr. Zhao."

Zhou Ran didn't even need to look through the documents; his purple-gold demonic eyes had already seen through everything.

"A powerful woman in the venture capital world."

"However, your forehead looks dull; you probably haven't had a full night's sleep in the past two weeks, have you?"

"Are you worried about bidding for that commercial land plot in the east of the city?"

Mr. Zhao was deeply shocked.

Insomnia is one thing, but bidding for the East City project is a top-secret business secret!

"You...you even managed to calculate that?"

Zhou Ran did not answer.

Through the top of President Zhao's head, he saw that tangled, gray, and dilapidated aura.

And underground, there was that dense aura of bloodlust.

"There's something underground there; whoever touches it will die."

"You'll thank me if you give up the bid."

He gently tapped Mr. Zhao's temple with his finger.

"Now, take a nap."

An irresistible wave of drowsiness washed over me.

Ms. Zhao, a powerful businesswoman who has dominated the business world, actually lay face down on the table in front of everyone.

Fall asleep in three seconds.

Zhou Ran leaned back in his chair, looking at the long line of top socialites from Beijing.

"Don't rush, line up, one at a time."

Two hours later.

The fat man reappeared at just the right time.

"Sister Zhao, isn't this more energetic than sleeping for two days?"

Want to add me on WeChat?

If there are any good projects in the future, or if there are any ideas you're unsure about, let's discuss them further.

Scan the QR code to add.

Note: [Zhao Min - Partner of a top venture capital firm in Beijing - network spans real estate and technology - strong personality but believes in metaphysics].

Zhou Ran sat there, like an emotionless scanner.

Every wealthy woman who came up not only handed over real money, but also her family fortune, connections, and even the secrets of her husband, all of which were swallowed up by Wang Pangzi's little green bubble.

This is hardly an interview.

This is clearly weaving a net large enough to strangle the entire Song family.

Even more deadly is the massive network that covers the entire business and political circles of the capital, and even the underworld.

It was quietly taking shape in this seemingly ordinary gym.

In less than two hours, Wang Pangzi's WeChat friend list had more than thirty new profile pictures.

Behind each profile picture lies a powerful force in the capital.

The atmosphere in the lobby was extremely lively.

The ladies even started revealing each other's secrets and arguing fiercely in order to compete for the next consultation slot.

Until the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

It wasn't the coolness of an air conditioner, but a damp, sticky chill that seeped into the bones from my ankles.

The main entrance.

Suddenly, a woman appeared.

She was dressed in an elegant kimono and held a bright red oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Red and white.

The stark contrast stung the eyes of everyone present.

The umbrella was pulled low, obscuring half her face, revealing only a pale chin and bright red lips.

The wooden clogs should have made a crisp sound as they stepped on the marble floor, but they were completely silent.

The feeling was like that of a beautiful corpse that had just crawled out of an ice coffin and mistakenly entered the human world.

Several wealthy women near the entrance instinctively covered their mouths and noses and retreated repeatedly.

A strange smell wafted through the air.

The first whiff is a cloying cherry blossom scent, but upon taking another breath, it emits a nauseating fishy smell.

"The cultivators of China have fallen to this level."

The edge of the umbrella slowly rose.

A face covered in white powder was revealed, with two eerie red marks drawn at the corners of the eyes, extending all the way to the temples.

Those eyes had no pupils, only two deep, dark pools.

She looked at Zhou Ran, a hint of sarcasm playing on her lips.

"They actually used such sophisticated methods to please a bunch of ordinary women."

Zhou Ran put the teacup down steadily.

With a crisp sound, the chilling pressure that permeated the entire venue was instantly shattered.

The noblewomen, who had been gripped by fear, snapped back to reality and gasped for breath.

"Where did this stray cat come from, calling for its mate right here?"

Zhou Ran raised his eyelids, and a flash of violent lightning disappeared into the depths of his purple-gold demonic eyes.

"besides."

"Try to tone down that cherry blossom scent on you."

Zhou Ran wrinkled his nose, looking disgusted.

"The fishy smell from the seafood market is so strong it can make you vomit even from three blocks away."

The woman in the kimono's smile froze on her face.

"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted."

"Black Dragon Society, Haruko Abe".

"Mr. Zhou, the chairman asked me to pass on a message to you."

She flipped her wrist.

A pure white letter appeared out of thin air at my fingertips.

There are no words.

Only in the very center is a vermilion circular seal composed of countless tiny runes.

"At midnight tonight, at the mass grave in the western suburbs."

Haruko flicked her finger lightly.

The letter slipped from his hand.

Like a high-speed spinning dart, it sliced ​​through the air, hurtling straight toward Zhou Ran's brow with a piercing whistle.

This is hardly a message delivery.

This is going to pierce his skull!

Haruko prepared a pot of sake there.

"Mr. Zhou, please have a proper talk."

The letter was three inches from his face.

A strong gust of wind ruffled the stray hairs on Zhou Ran's forehead.

Zhou Ran simply extended two fingers.

Snapped.

It casually slipped a letter that was powerful enough to cut through gold and jade.

The force dissipated.

The letter trembled violently between his fingers, emitting a buzzing sound.

The crimson runes twisted wildly, trying to burrow into his skin.

"talk?"

A cluster of dark purple flames shot up from Zhou Ran's fingertips.

The drought demon's corpse fire was a domineering flame mixed with demonic energy.

squeak--

The blood and flesh runes on the letter struggled wildly in the fire, transforming into a hideous ghost face before disintegrating into ashes.

"Okay, I'll definitely keep you company tonight."