One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Tianyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

His mind was like an invisible radar, having long ago detected the malice in this passerby.

"Tsk."

"Why are there so many flies that don't know their place?"

Zhang Tianyi stood still, his feet not moving an inch.

But his figure became blurry for a moment.

"Shh!"

That was the afterimage produced when things were moving at their fastest speed.

Wang Zhenqiu only felt a blur before his eyes.

The cup of milk tea that was supposed to be spilled on Chen Duo was steadily held up by an extremely gentle force.

The few drops of scalding liquid that splashed out froze in mid-air.

Then, drawn by an invisible force, it fell back into the cup.

Not a drop leaked.

The hand that caught the milk tea was long, fair, and as steady as a mountain.

Zhang Tianyi had somehow appeared in front of Chen Duo.

Her left hand held the cup of milk tea steadily, and she even used her little finger to hook the swaying cup with great elegance.

And his right hand...

"Crack!"

A soft sound.

Wang Zhenqiu's momentum from faking a fall to charge forward came to an abrupt halt.

His neck was gripped by a hand, neither too light nor too heavy, but as precisely as an iron clamp.

Zhang Tianyi tilted his head, looking at the bewildered blond youth in his hand.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his voice flat:

"Another one trying to scam me?"

"Hey you guys, do you have some kind of weird fetish?"

"Can't you watch where you're going?"

Zhang Tianyi's fingers tightened slightly, and the oppressive feeling emanating from his very bones instantly enveloped Wang Zhenqiu's entire body:

"Or perhaps..."

"Kid, are you doing this on purpose?"

Wang Zhenqiu, whose neck was being choked, was already experiencing a storm of emotions.

Master!

An absolute master!

In that split second, he didn't even see how the other person moved!

"Cough cough..."

Wang Zhenqiu was, after all, a seasoned veteran among temporary workers, with extremely strong mental fortitude.

Even when he was subdued, he showed no sign of panic.

Instead, he forced out an extremely bright and innocent grin:

"Oh...oh dear...Taoist Master! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

While secretly frantically mobilizing his internal energy to prepare for a counterattack, he was also spouting nonsense:

"Slip of the hand! Just a slip of the hand!"

"I have a bad sense of balance. I was just looking at the beautiful woman... no, I was just distracted by how handsome you are, Daoist Master, and I slipped..."

"Please, be kind and let go of my hand. This milk tea... I'll treat you to it?"

Looking at Wang Zhenqiu's shameless attitude.

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow.

He didn't let go; instead, he brought his face closer, almost touching Wang Zhenqiu's nose.

"Slip of the hand?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled softly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes:

"Kid, you're still too green to act in front of me."

"What is your Qi (vital energy) wandering around aimlessly for?"

"Are you planning to give me a 'Monkey Steals a Peach' or 'Black Tiger Steals Heart' move?"

Wang Zhenqiu's smile froze instantly.

This Taoist priest...

They even noticed he was secretly circulating his Qi?!

Chapter 90 Zhang Chulan! You son of a bitch, you tricked me!

The bustling pedestrian street was filled with people coming and going.

Passersby merely glanced at the commotion with curiosity.

I assumed it was just two young people playing around, or friends joking around, so I hurried past.

Wang Zhenqiu had his neck choked by Zhang Tianyi's single hand. Although he still had that signature grin on his face, the cold sweat on his back had soaked through his floral shirt.

"I've been seen through..."

Wang Zhenqiu's heart skipped a beat, and the playful look in his peach blossom eyes vanished instantly, replaced by wariness.

It was as if the Qi within his body was being held down by an invisible hand, and the "Love Massage" technique that was originally poised to be unleashed was now somewhat malfunctioning.

"Hehe... Daoist Master, you really know how to joke."

Wang Zhenqiu swallowed hard, trying to ease the pressure with a relaxed tone:

"What Qi or whatever? I'm just an ordinary passerby. Look at my small frame, I don't look like a martial arts expert at all."

"You're squeezing too hard! If you keep doing that, I'm going to call the police!"

"Call the police?"

Zhang Tianyi scoffed, his eyes behind his sunglasses filled with mockery.

He didn't let go; instead, he pulled Wang Zhenqiu closer to him, their noses almost touching.

"Kid, that smell on you..."

Zhang Tianyi sniffed, as if he had caught the scent of some interesting prey:

"It's both provocative and slutty, and it also has a stale smell of intrigue and scheming."

"He's practically a carbon copy of Zhang Chulan, who was hiding in the bushes earlier."

"Are you a temporary worker at All-Telecom?"

Wang Zhenqiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

This guy... even knows this?!

That grandson of Zhang Chulan!

Wasn't this supposed to be a cosplay enthusiast who's all money and nothing else?!

Is this some kind of rich kid?

This is clearly an unfathomable monster!

"Looks like I guessed right."

Seeing Wang Zhenqiu's micro-expression, Zhang Tianyi nodded in satisfaction.

He turned his head and looked at the shadows where Zhang Chulan was hiding in the chaos not far away, and shouted loudly:

"You little brat! Stop hiding there with your butt sticking out!"

"Did you bring this freakish ball here?"

"Get out here right now! Otherwise, I'll take care of you too!"

Zhang Chulan, who was hiding in the shadows, shuddered and reluctantly walked out with a bitter expression.

"Hehe... Master... You have such keen eyes, nothing can escape your notice..."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together and chuckled awkwardly, not daring to look at Wang Zhenqiu, whose face was flushed red from being pinched.

"Master...Master?"

Wang Zhenqiu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he struggled to turn his head to look at Zhang Chulan, his eyes blazing with furious questioning:

You call this a rich second generation?

Is this your advisor?!

You son of a bitch, you tricked me!

"Alright, stop flirting."

Zhang Tianyi released his grip and casually wiped non-existent dust off Wang Zhenqiu's clothes.

He handed the cup of milk tea, which he had been steadily holding in his left hand, to Wang Zhenqiu.

"Take it."

"It's a perfectly good cup of milk tea, don't waste it."