Chapter 1833: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 27

Wen Si Luo slept very deeply this nap.

Still unaware, while he was asleep, Jin Chen again pulled off the gauze to examine the deep, bone-exposed festering wound on his arm, his brows knotted tightly.

A few days ago, the system's special-effect medicine had been treating it, and it was about to heal, but Wen Si Luo stubbornly tore off the scab, even showing some fear.

Facing Jin Chen's angry questioning, Wen Si Luo only then said the injuring object was highly toxic, a poison unique to the Underground City, and if the wound healed he would die.

The wound that could never heal, the Underground City from which one could never escape, the ever‑existing wanted notice—these were the imprisonment Aierde gave Wen Si Luo.

So Jin Chen could not contain his anger, and that night he beat Aierde soundly, breaking the Old Man's arm completely.

Jin Chen painedly covered the wound, using Spiritual Power to temporarily mend it a bit, so that Wen Si Luo would hurt less.

But it wouldn't last long.

After tomorrow's banquet auction, Aierde and Wen Zhu will surely die.

Jin Chen tucked the covers for Wen Si Luo, then kissed his brow.

The next day.

Wen Si Luo, according to the promise he made to Aierde, needed to hurry back to the Underground City as soon as possible.

But he had no intention of taking Jin Chen with him.

He knew how dangerous tonight would be, with so many outlaws and wanted criminals gathering, and he did not want his brother to get involved in that danger.

"Wen Xiao Luo, do you know what you're saying?"

Jin Chen, not yet awake in the early morning, was mysteriously bound by a strap that stretched out from under the bed.

Before he could even wonder why there was an automatically extending thing under the bed, he heard Wen Si Luo say he wanted him to stay here alone for a whole day.

"After the auction ends tonight, I'll come back."

Wen Si Luo knelt beside Jin Chen, guaranteeing with a pitiful, appeasing kiss, "Brother, don't be angry."

"It's eight o'clock in the morning now, and you want me to stay in bed all day?"

Jin Chen startled, his heart went cold, "You're really going to treat your beloved boyfriend like this?"

"No, brother, once I leave here the strap will retract automatically." Wen Si Luo said, lowering his head.

This place is too remote; only A Si and a car are here. Since Jin Chen didn't know the way when he came yesterday, Wen Si Luo wasn't worried that he would leave on his own.

Seeing that this little rascal was dead set on doing this, Jin Chen could only reluctantly agree.

Then, just as Wen Si Luo had gotten into the car A Si was driving and driven off, Jin Chen easily bent open the strap and chain.

He stood on the balcony, watching the carriage drive away, lazily raising an eyebrow, "See you tonight."

—

Underground City, Trading Hall.

Feiluo and his companion were responsible for greeting today's honored guests, their short, plump bodies squeezed into the exclusive uniforms, their pockmarked faces arrogant and smug.

This is a plum job that others beg for but can't get—one day's pay equals several months' salary for other staff!

"Come on, cheer up, guys!" Feiluo tugged at his necktie and shouted, "These are all distinguished guests from around the world!"

Just then, Feiluo narrowed his bean‑sized eyes, craned his head past the preceding companion, and looked at the handsome man walking over.

"Feiluo! What are you doing!" his companion hurriedly whispered, "Another honored guest is coming—don't move!"

"Honored guest…… no, that's not right."

Feiluo felt the man before him was terribly familiar, yet he dared not acknowledge it.

Only when Jin Chen drew near did Feiluo, unable to believe it, suck in a breath, nod up and down to size him up, and finally dare to confirm that the man whose bearing and attire resembled a noble was his "good older brother" Xigemeng.

"You……"

Jin Chen heard the voice, glanced aside, and said, "Oh, a little melon‑gate urchin."

Feiluo: "……"

He shouted angrily: "Xigemeng! You stupid servant, this isn't the place for you to be!"

In response was an invitation card held between his long fingers.

Feiluo's companion beside him hurriedly took it to look, confirming the stamp and anti‑counterfeit mark on the invitation.

"Esteemed Mr. Xigemeng, please."

"What? No, how could it be!" Feiluo still couldn't believe it, his short, bulky body blocking the doorway, face flushed red as he bellowed, "Xigemeng! Where did you get that invitation? You're a despicable thief!"

Jin Chen stepped back half a pace to avoid the spat‑spewing saliva, then, like a conjurer, produced a card from the pocket of his well‑tailored suit and handed it to the person who had just examined the invitation.

"Round up some people, give him a beating and throw him out—split the little fee evenly."

The cards circulating in the Underground City all have fixed denominations; this card is something a servant could never possibly touch, and at that moment the eyes of the several people at the door burned with fervor.

That person hastily took it: "Please go in, thank you, sir."

Anyway, this card was taken from that old thing Edel, so you can have as much as you want.

Jin Chen walked straight in without changing his expression.

"No…… how could this be! Are you all crazy? Don't come over!"

Feiluo was terrified by the crowd surging toward him and had no chance to flee.

After entering, Jin Chen was quickly guided by the reception staff straight into a certain backstage room of the Trading Hall.

"Mr. Xigemeng, you've finally arrived."

The three people in the room rose to greet him.

The father of Xiaoduo, Edel's son‑in‑law Duoluoge, the organizer of this "rebellion‑assassination" plot.

The Trading Hall's chief Weixun, as well as Duoluoge's chief assistant and enforcer Bote—who is also another stand‑in for Jin Chen as the "mysterious thief."

Jin Chen only shook hands with Duoluoge, then sat down casually.

Looking at the young man before him, Duoluoge still felt a lingering fear.

A while ago, he had almost been killed when, in the middle of the night, Xigemeng suddenly appeared in his bedroom after slipping through layer after layer of defense, and he had thought it was an assassin sent by Aierde.

As a result, the other party opened with: "I can help you get your son back, and you must cooperate with me."

That was the most nerve-wracking cooperation Dorogo had ever experienced in his life.

Afterwards, the mysterious thief incident rumored in the underground city made Dorogo even more glad that he had not refused initially, but instead chose Xigemeng as an important figure in this plan.

Detaching from the not-so-good memories, Dorogo briefly explained tonight's specific actions to Jin Chen; Jin Chen listened and corrected a few minor issues, and then it was fine.

Finally, Dorogo guaranteed, "Mr. Xigemeng, once I take over this underground city, you will be a permanent honored guest here, and money will be as you name."

"Then besides that, do you have any other requests?"

Jin Chen's slender fingers lifted the wine glass, swayed it, lowered his eyes, and said: "I want Wen Si Luo's freedom."

Wen Si Luo, the young fighting champion of the arena!

Dorogo never expected these two to have any connection.

"Alright, I will revoke his wanted order."