Sister Bai was furious, her words firing off non-stop like a machine gun.
"Last time, you were the one who said the nursing industry was too exhausting and that you didn't want to graduate only to earn a meager salary of two or three thousand. That was the only reason I kindly introduced you to that wealthy heir. The guy you stood up yesterday was pissed. He was in a terrible mood and called me late at night to curse me out. That's why I'm so angry," Sister Bai said. Completely ignoring Pei Ye's cold attitude, she continued trying to persuade her in a tone that suggested she was doing Xiao Hong a favor. "Alright, what's done is done. It's fine if you don't like him. I still have a few other good matches here. Do you want to come out and meet them?"
Pei Ye gripped the phone, rendered completely speechless.
Who exactly had given Xiao Hong the illusion that a rich heir would genuinely hang out with a streetwise thug like Sister Bai? If she truly had access to such top-tier resources, Sister Bai would have hogged them for herself to marry into wealth long ago. Why would she generously introduce them to Xiao Hong—an orphan from the countryside with only a vocational college degree?
Pei Ye put on a deeply obedient expression. "Mhm, thank you, Sister Bai. I know you treat me the best."
Sister Bai laughed. "At least you still have a conscience. You must come tonight. The rich heir you stood up yesterday will be there too, so make sure to give him a proper apology."
Pei Ye's expression remained indifferent, but murderous intent flashed in her eyes. Given Sister Bai's typical behavior, she hadn't given up and was probably trying to set up an orgy. This was the perfect opportunity to deal with all of them at once. Running into her would just be their absolute misfortune. No matter how foolish Xiao Hong was, it didn't give outsiders the right to use her and force her to her death.
"Mhm, okay. Where are we meeting, Sister Bai?"
Having accomplished her mission, Sister Bai's voice became significantly lighter. "The usual time and place. Be there or be square."
The moment she hung up, the joy on Sister Bai's face vanished completely as she dialed another number.
"Mr. Du, that wretched girl is perfectly fine. Just as you asked, I've invited her out again tonight. She definitely won't get away this time. Don't worry, I will make sure everything is arranged perfectly for you." Sister Bai wore an obsequious smile, practically bowing and scraping at the phone. Her fawning demeanor was a stark contrast to the arrogance she had displayed toward Pei Ye moments ago.
Mr. Du breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing that Xiao Hong was still alive. It was for the best that no one had died. He enjoyed having fun, but he never intended for anyone to get killed. What was supposed to be a clean, straightforward transaction had been twisted by a little girl into something resembling coercion. However, since she had already taken the money and still tried to pull this stunt, Mr. Du was naturally indignant. He wouldn't let it go until he had his way with her. She was a delinquent who ran around with Sister Bai; what was the point of playing the unyielding, chaste martyr?
Therefore, Mr. Du invited a few of his good friends to come out and play.
Mr. Du was a second-generation rich kid from a local building materials company, and his father was a nouveau riche with no real background. Mr. Du's favorite phrase to say was, "What's the point of studying or getting a degree? College graduates still end up working as my lowly employees."
Facts had proven that Mr. Du's mindset was utterly flawed. No matter how fast a father could make money, it would never outpace a useless, spendthrift son! The rich heir's father had only a first-grade education, and the heir himself had been deeply influenced by his family. He learned absolutely nothing good, yet mastered every vice without needing a teacher. Since his teenage years, he had been hitting the clubs with his peers—drinking, smoking, racing sports cars, and playing with women. Because of their youth, he and his shady friends were completely unrestrained, creating an incredibly chaotic social circle. Sharing women together wasn't a rare occurrence for them.
Sister Bai had accidentally hooked up with this rich heir. Every college girl she recommended was gorgeous, and the guys never had to worry about dealing with the aftermath. Xiao Hong's bare face was a solid seven out of ten. She possessed a pure and clean temperament, an innocent and easily deceived personality, and a standard slim figure. This made the rich heir, who was entirely used to extravagant feasts, feel a sudden sense of novelty. He wanted to taste something simple and pure.
Everything had been agreed upon beforehand. Who could have known that when it was time for the transaction, Xiao Hong would act like a paragon of virtue and even pull a stunt by threatening to jump off a building?
"I'll teach you how to behave properly tonight." Muttering this, Mr. Du called his other shady friends, only to hear some terrible news.
"What did you say?" Mr. Du's face darkened. "Number Three died in a car crash?"
His friend replied, "They checked the surveillance footage. The police said Number Three was driving while having some wild fun with that young actress he was keeping. He suddenly jerked the steering wheel, and the actress accidentally bit down on his junk. Number Three was in so much pain that he crashed right into a passing truck... Tsk, the sports car flipped completely upside down, and Number Three's brains spilled all over the ground."
Mr. Du was completely speechless. He was getting head from a young model while driving? Was this what it meant to wildly dance on the edge of ecstasy and death, only to end up killing himself?
"What about the actress?"
His friend continued, "She was lucky enough to survive. When she was dug out of the car, she still had half a dick in her mouth."
Mr. Du couldn't help but feel nauseous just imagining the scene. "Did you really have to explain it so graphically? That's disgusting."
His friend chuckled. "It's spread all over our circle. I originally wanted to go to the hospital to check on things, but now I feel it's just too humiliating."
Mr. Du thought the exact same thing. The shady friends in their circle played hard and fast, but there wasn't much genuine affection between them. The actress was a background member of some washed-up girl group. With such a massive scandal, the paparazzi would undoubtedly swarm over like sharks smelling blood. Number Three had died in such a disgraceful manner, and none of them wanted to show their faces and risk getting photographed by the media.
"What a total buzzkill and a string of bad luck. There's a college girl tonight. Are you coming?"
"I'm in, I'm in. Let's wash away this bad luck."
The close friends in this circle all had their own distinct tastes. Number Three, who had died in the car crash, loved playing with young actresses in the entertainment industry. They were called actresses, but most of them were D-list nobodies with zero fame and nothing but pretty faces. Mr. Du was different; he only liked college students, especially innocent girls who had just started school.
Girls fresh out of the grueling college entrance exams had a deep curiosity about society. They could finally control large amounts of money instead of just their meager living allowances and breakfast cash. If their desire to consume went unchecked, the consequences were often unimaginable. Parents wouldn't provide excessive living expenses. If a student lacked self-control and spent lavishly, living paycheck to paycheck would be considered frugal.
Mr. Du had already played with several college girls who had resorted to naked loans, failed to repay the money, and ended up being manipulated by Sister Bai. When they borrowed the money, they were completely fearless, but when it came time to pay it back, they were utterly dumbfounded. Such girls were clean, gullible, and incredibly cheap. He didn't even have to worry about catching a disease without a condom, making them far more cost-effective than the women at high-end escort clubs.
Mr. Du had it all figured out.
On her way back to the dorm, Pei Ye happened to pass by the intersection. She glanced at the site of the car crash and noticed that the wreckage had already been cleared away.
"Hm?" Raising an eyebrow, she spotted a young man in a white shirt standing across the street.
She noticed him not because of his looks, but because of his spirit. If an ordinary person's spiritual power was a one, this young man's was a hundred. His aura was upright and peaceful, giving off the distinct vibe of someone from the Federation's medical logistics legion.
The young man in the white shirt had his eyes tightly closed, his messy bangs falling over his forehead, and his right hand forming a bizarre gesture. Realizing that someone was watching him, he couldn't help but open his eyes and look back.
One look was all it took to give him a massive fright.
He blurted out, "Halt! Where did this Demon come from?!"
Pei Ye was speechless. He shouldn't think that just because there was a wide road between them, she couldn't hear him cursing at her!
The young man in Pei Ye's eyes: A white shirt, jeans, messy bangs, and decent facial features.
Pei Ye in the young man's eyes: A pitch-black mass, surrounded by Evil Qi so thick it was practically solidifying!
Even from far away, he could feel a massive, glaring aura of pure malice radiating from her! One look into her eyes confirmed it—she was someone he absolutely could not defeat.