I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

“What is that man’s name?!” Shen Kang asked.

“I don't know.” Mrs. Shen shook her head in a panic.

“Filthy w***e, you spent the whole night with him, and you expect me to believe you don’t know his name?!” Shen Kang laughed angrily.

“I really don't know.” Mrs. Shen was trembling.

“You b***h, you dared look for love in a random man. Just you wait, once I find that person, I’ll be sure to settle accounts with you!”

Shen Kang ignored Mrs. Shen for the time being, rummaging through his phone book. As soon as he found the number, he gave it a call.

The Wang family has money and cattle; he can’t afford to go after them.

But this random nobody? How dare he!

The call soon connected.

“Crow, how much does it cost to unload a leg?” Shen Kang asked angrily.

“It depends on whether it’s the left leg or the right leg.” On the other end of the phone was an unpleasant voice, like a crow’s cry, harsh and sharp.

“The third leg.”

“One million.”

“Deal, but I want to be there to see it.”

“No problem, I’ve received the information.”

“It’s just a screenshot of a whole body photo, can you find him?”

“We should; we’re professionals. Just wait for my call.”

“Crow?” Wang Haoran muttered silently.

The video wasn’t the only thing he anonymously sent; there was also a surveillance virus.

If Shen Kang were to let the video play for 10 seconds, then the virus would successfully be planted.

By the time he’d finished viewing the video, Wang Haoran had already begun listening in.

As he did so, it was obvious what Shen Kang meant by having “Crow” “unload” Yan Guishan’s “third leg”.

But considering Yan Guishan’s ability, if Crow and Shen Kang were to truly go there, they’d be like lambs to a slaughter.

Regardless of which side wins or loses, Wang Haoran didn’t care.

He had other plans.

However, to implement this plan, he needed to know where “Crow” will try to attack Yan Guishan.

‘I have just the person.’

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Haoran quickly had a person in mind.

He took a taxi and went straight to the Black Peony Bar.

The bar’s business was as good as ever.

People crowded the halls, while party animals hogged the dance floor.

The air carried the pungent smell of alcohol, as club music resonated in his ears.

Wang Haoran opened a private room and asked the bargirl from last time to deliver a message for him.

Not long after, Zuoqiu Chenyu arrived.

Despite the many days that have passed since their last meeting, Zuoqiu Chenyu was as charming and beautiful as ever. With her gorgeous yet seductive smile, she held the allure of a succubus.

And Wang Haoran liked the idea of dominating a demon.

‘Unfortunately, this “big sister” type of heroine is a bit too rigid. Coercion and temptation have no effect on her.’

‘I’ll only be able to harvest her after brushing up on my favourability rating.’

At present, that was easier said than done, considering Zuoqiu Chenyu's current favorability of him was only at 20. This was far from the amount he needed.

‘How troublesome.’

“Want something to drink?” Zuoqiu Chenyu sat beside Wang Haoran and asked in a dignified tone of voice.

Before he could answer her question, Wang Haoran got a noseful of Zuoqiu Chenyu’s fragrance. He then named a famous foreign perfume brand:

“Imperial Majesty.”

“You can tell what perfume women use?” Zuoqiu Chenyu looked at Wang Haoran in surprise.

“I just happen to know. And from what I know, each bottle is about 400,000 yuan each. You must have plenty of spare cash to consider such a purchase.” Wang Haoran meaningfully stated.

As for why he knows, it’s not because he did perfume research. It’s because Zhen Li herself used this brand.

Considering how often he smells this perfume, it’s a given that he’d be familiar with it.

“If you regret it, you can take the money back.” Zuoqiu Chenyu pretended to be indifferent on the surface, but her heart said otherwise.

In truth, she’d spent most of the money on skin care products and clothes to dress herself up. In less than 10 days, she’d already used up half of the 10 million yuan that was originally given to her.

“I gave it to you, so of course I won't take it back. Use it as you like.” Wang Haoran waved his hand.

Zuoqio Chenyu’s lavish spending of the money was part of the plan.

Once she gets used to such high-end consumption, it’ll be difficult to go back.

Frugality to luxury is easy, but luxury to frugality? A very difficult path.

When the money runs dry, Zuoqio Chenyu will have to rely on him.

Setting that aside, Wang Haoran remembered the main point to his visit, so he asked:

“Do you know Crow?”

“The current head of the new underground force in Qingling.” Zuoqiu Chenyu answered with gritted teeth.

“You have a grudge?” Wang Haoran could tell that there was more to it from her expression alone.

“Crow came to me several times for his debut, causing plenty of trouble. It was during that time when I was determined to change my career, so I chose to endure it, but I won’t be so lenient if that were to happen again.”

“He recently received a million yuan order to ‘unload’ a person’s ‘third leg’. Find someone to keep track of him for me, and let me know if anything happens.”

“You want to deal with him?” Zuoqiu Chenyu was stunned for a moment, before she replied with a sneer:

“Crow has quite the force now, and he’s got plenty of people under him. Say that you yourself had the strength of dozens of men, could you say that you can beat hundreds?”

When he heard this, Wang Haoran almost laughed.

‘Isn’t this woman underestimating me too much?’

But her words did have some truth to them. Last time, he only demonstrated strength that could rival a dozen men.

“Why don't we make a bet? If I can handle the crows, you’ll promise me one thing, and vice versa.” Wang Haoran learned this routine from Chu Bai.

“I’d better make it clear first: if I win, I want freedom. If you win, what do you want me to do?”

Zuoqio Chenyu is worthy of being the “big sister with ties to the underworld”. She’s cautious; she isn’t a simple, naive heroine that easily falls for the trick.

“If I win, you’ll pour me a drink.” Wang Haoran put forward an appropriate price.

‘Zuoqiu Chenyu is a rather rigid heroine, and she’s incredibly cautious for this reason. Using a bet to harvest her would be impossible.’

‘Currently, there’s not a chance in hell that I could do that. However, the harvest in itself is no issue. It’ll come eventually.’

‘This little succubus is too tempting though…’

For now, Wang Hoaran decided to simply have her relieve his cravings.

“Just pour you a glass of wine, that simple?” Zuoqiu Chenyu was a bit surprised.

“If that’s all you want, then I’ll take your bet.”

Wang Haoran got up from the sofa, smiled lightly, and looked at Zuoqiu Chenyu's hot red lips:

“Next time, when I take the initiative to find you, remember to wipe off the lipstick in advance. I don’t like the taste.”

Zouqiu Chenyu watched as Wang Haoran left her field of view, seemingly acquiescing to their bet.

Both sides made a bet, and Zuoqio Chenyu felt that it was a worthwhile gamble.

If she wins, she’s free again.

And if she loses, it wouldn’t be to such an unacceptable degree.