Trevor dared not obey, his pupils looking at his master with trepidation.
Cristino: "—"
Du Ruoxin said unhappily, "Why are you looking at him? Don't my words carry weight?"
As she spoke, she stood up.
Cristino stopped Du Ruoxin and gestured to Trevor with a tilt of his head, "Go do it."
Trevor then respectfully replied, "Yes," and disappeared behind the door.
Du Ruoxin put away her displeasure and sat back down in the chair.
Cristino glanced at her and asked somewhat guiltily, "What kind of show do you want to watch?"
Du Ruoxin did not answer directly, merely saying lightly, "The night is long, shouldn't we find some entertainment?"
Cristino: "..."
Upon hearing that Du Ruoxin wanted him to watch a show, Rong Jingyang's first reaction was not happiness or honor, but a tiny bit of unease.
He touched his face, which was too bruised to look at directly...
He felt it was a Hongmen Banquet!
Yet, despite having a bad premonition, he still went.
With a sliver of expectation and a heart full of apprehension, Rong Jingyang arrived at the lawn.
In October, the mountaintop was already close to zero degrees at night, and the cold wind whistled past, as if a ruler was slapping his face.
Both Cristino and Rong Jingyang were injured and disliked the wind, especially the bone-chilling cold wind.
But at Du Ruoxin's word, both obediently took their places.
"Sit, sit, sit..." Du Ruoxin beckoned to Trevor, Mu Li, Lin Xuanyao, and others.
Soon, dozens of people filled the seating area.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Du Ruoxin pointed to the two men on either side of the center seat, "Hey, hey, hey, why are you sitting there? Go, go up on stage."
"Don't you like to fight?"
"I've called all the audience for you, fight to your heart's content!"
Du Ruoxin herded the two men like monkeys.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Cristino: "..."
A hint of embarrassment flashed in their eyes, and they both looked away from each other, unable to maintain their composure.
Yet Du Ruoxin continued to taunt them, "If you don't beat him to death today, he will beat you to death. One of you must die."
"Whoever lives, I will go on a date with."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry."
...
Damn it!
Trevor, Mu Li, Lin Xuanyao, and the others, realizing the situation was wrong, simultaneously bolted for the exits with unprecedented默契.
How could they dare to watch such a show?
Were they tired of living? Or did they have too much life to spare?!
Sorry!
We'll take our leave!
You two can sort it out yourselves!
In a mere moment, everyone had vanished as if fleeing for their lives.
...
Rong Jingyang and Cristino listened to the woman's sarcastic words, exchanged a glance, and then quickly looked away from each other in mutual disdain.
Of course, they wouldn't believe her nonsensical talk about "whoever lives, I will go on a date with."
Du Ruoxin was—
"Rong Jingyang, aren't you very capable? What, I'm giving you a chance, and you're scared?" Du Ruoxin taunted, "I know you still want me. Go ahead, beat Cristino to death, and I'll sleep with you one last time."
Rong Jingyang: "—"
Hearing the woman's humiliation, and how she even used sleeping with him as a sarcastic jab, his chest tightened.
"Enough." Stop talking.
Du Ruoxin was stubborn. The more he was in the wrong, the harsher her words became. "Not enough. Since you like fighting, I'll record you later and post the video online for the whole world to see..."
Rong Jingyang interrupted sharply, "Enough!"
Every word she spoke was like digging a bloody wound in his heart.
Rong Jingyang felt stifled, "Du Ruoxin, if you wanted to humiliate me, you've succeeded."
She had successfully hurt him.
After speaking, the man left in a huff.