Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty! Chapter 1674

"Regarding which city he will go to, he has not yet investigated clearly. He has a city in mind, but he suspects Qiu Tu is deliberately trying to mislead him."

After hearing the West God King's explanation, the East God King inquired with a husky voice, "Is Tian Qi dependable?"

The West God King let out a smile upon hearing this, stating, "You are unaware of Tian Qi; he is essentially Zhao Ji's devoted lackey."

"It has been hundreds of years, and it's a kind of affection he cannot attain."

"Throughout these hundreds of years, in terms of both appearance and the so-called 'pseudo-Heavenly God level,' he has been mimicking Zhao Ji."

"All these years have culminated in Zhao Ji becoming virtually an obsession in his heart."

"He deeply cherishes Zhao Ji, yet... he does not wish for Zhao Ji to improve."

"Due to his own limited talent, his only path to possessing Zhao Ji is by causing her to fall from her current status."

As the West God King uttered these words, a cunning smile crept onto his rugged face, and he added, "Therefore... his reverence and adoration for Zhao Ji are genuine. Not even Zhao Ji can see through it."

"However... he is the individual in this world who desires Zhao Ji's downfall the most."

Hearing the West God King's revelation, the East God King's bandaged face broke into a smile. "I understand now..."

"This is getting rather interesting..."

...

Meanwhile.

In Eastern City, within a quaint villa situated near Qiu Tu's residence.

Qing Lan and Candle Dance were relaxing on a sofa, engrossed in a television program while engaging in casual conversation.

Qing Lan, idly chewing on her fingers, began to speak ill of Qiu Tu, saying, "Candle Dance, do you think Qiu Tu has some sort of cheat?"

"While others struggle fiercely to advance, he seems to level up as easily as drinking water."

"Just two or three months ago, he had barely entered the Seventh Rank. Not long after, he broke through to the Eighth Rank, and now he is in the late stage of the Eighth Rank and holds the fourth position in the 'Heavenly God Trial.'"

Qing Lan then gestured towards Candle Dance and herself as she continued, "And what are our current rankings?"

"Despite all our strenuous efforts, we remain outside the top 30. There is simply no comparison."

Candle Dance, hearing Qing Lan's words, remained comfortably reclined, her gaze fixed on the television. She lazily waved a hand and remarked, "Why are you comparing yourself to the 'new father'?"

"I saw it quite early on; he is undeniably a Child of Fate."

"However, you... you haven't quite given up yet."

She cast a languid glance at Qing Lan and added, "I recall someone once telling me... the more you work, the more you gain; 'employees work more, bosses profit more.'"

"What? Have your thoughts changed now?"

"Are you contemplating working harder?"

Qing Lan, upon hearing Candle Dance's retort, flopped onto her back and playfully kicked her legs in the air, a look of resignation on her face. "Absolutely not."

She elaborated, continuing, "When Qiu Tu was deceiving me back then, he promised that if he acquired multiple 'Heavenly God Positional Frames,' he would prioritize granting me one."

"But at that time, he was merely Seventh Rank, and I was the second strongest in the team."

"Now... his strength has far surpassed mine, and furthermore, he ranks third based on his own merits. Also... this type of 'Heavenly God Positional Frame' is likely directly bonded to the victor, making it impossible for me to obtain it."

"Fortunately, the basic compensation Qiu Tu provides is quite generous. The earnings from these past few months working with him have exceeded what I made in decades at the 'Fog Hidden Association.' It hasn't been a loss."

Qing Lan spread her hands and concluded, "Therefore, since my last encounter with Qiu Tu, I have already abandoned any aspirations of competing with him."

"My sole focus now is on ensuring my own safety!"

With that declared, Qing Lan furtively glanced around like a cautious little mouse and whispered conspiratorially to Candle Dance, "Let me tell you, I suspect something is amiss with Qiu Tu."

"He likely intends to avoid paying my salary and therefore wishes to turn me into his woman."

"I must absolutely protect myself and avoid ending up as some sort of shareholder later on. That would be quite disadvantageous."

Candle Dance couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at Qing Lan's words. Just as she was about to respond, Qing Lan's communicator suddenly rang.

"Ring ring ring—" The clear, distinct sound cut short the girls' conversation.

Qing Lan retrieved her communicator and glanced at its screen. Her expression shifted subtly, and she then pointed at the device, mouthing to Candle Dance, "The big bad wolf has arrived."

After relaying this message, she answered the call, adopting a stern demeanor, and crisply announced, "Boss, what are your orders!"

Her tone was a stark contrast to the complaints she had just voiced about Qiu Tu.

On the other end of the line, Qiu Tu, apparently oblivious to her change in demeanor, stated, "Come over to my villa; I have something I wish to discuss with you."

With that brief instruction, Qiu Tu disconnected the call.

Hearing the receiver emit a busy signal at this moment, Qing Lan's face, gripping the phone, was awash with utter despair.

A thought then struck her:

What a cruel irony. They say diligent behavior in prison earns sentence reductions, but diligent behavior at work only leads to more overtime.

Yet, no one ever mentioned that diligent work behavior could actually lead you directly to the boss...

Consumed by this gnawing anxiety, Qing Lan dawdled for over an hour before finally making her way towards Qiu Tu's luxurious villa.

Upon reaching the villa and knocking on the grand entrance, a servant soon appeared and opened the door,

As she followed the servant inside the opulent villa, Qing Lan's gaze immediately landed on Qiu Tu, who was seated comfortably on the sofa, engrossed in a document while smoking.

It was undeniable; Qiu Tu possessed already striking good looks. Coupled with his current high-ranking position, where his words and actions held power over millions, his aura exuded an even greater majesty and commanding presence.

The instant her eyes swept over Qiu Tu, Qing Lan's gaze flickered and she hastily averted her eyes.

Perhaps sensing Qing Lan's furtive glance, Qiu Tu lifted his eyes from his papers and made a simple gesture with his hand, "Have a seat."