Chapter 85: Beauty Scheme?

Heavenly God Group, inside the resplendent underground palace.

Qian Wanjin half-reclined on the luxurious sofa made of pure gold, a cigar burned down to one-third held between his fingers, yet he did not take another puff for a long time.

In front of him stood his chief aide, Chen Bo.

"Boss, the test results are out."

Chen Bo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone respectful,

"The vegetables and meat provided by the other party are of extremely high quality, even surpassing our specially cultivated nutrient‑solution products. According to preliminary analysis, long‑term consumption brings great benefits to the human body."

Qian Wanjin narrowed his eyes at the words, as if savoring something.

"That Xuanwu City, and its City Lord Lin Yue… is even more interesting than I imagined."

In his seemingly lazy voice lay an undisguised possessive desire.

"A young person who can create such miracles out of thin air on the wasteland… if we could bring him, and that giant beast, under our control…"

In Qian Wanjin's eyes flickered a morbid fervor.

【12> He not only wanted Xuanwu City's supplies; what he truly wanted was Xuanwu City itself, and Lin Yue, the creator of all this!

He not only wanted the supplies of Xuanwu City; what he wanted more was Xuanwu City itself, and Lin Yue, who created all of this!

He wanted to turn this moving city into his private rear garden, Qian Wanjin's.

"Boss, this Lin Yue might be difficult to handle."

Chen Bo's voice carried a hint of gravity,

"From his establishment of an independent currency system, it's clear he is not only wildly ambitious but also meticulous, leaving no loopholes. Moreover, upon entering Xuanwu City I clearly sensed that we are all under surveillance; even with shadow‑like abilities, finding an opening would be extremely difficult."

"If force won't work, we'll try the soft approach."

Qian Wanjin stubbed out the cigar, slowly sat upright, and spoke in a voice only he and Chen Bo could hear:

"Let Su Mei go."

Upon hearing the name Su Mei, even the deep‑scheming Chen Bo's eyelid twitched imperceptibly.

Su Mei is truly beautiful, but her "poison" is truly poison.

Any "prey" she fixes her gaze on—whether a powerful warlord or a ruthless villain—will ultimately bow at her pomegranate‑skirt, willingly offering everything, even life.

"Boss, you mean…?"

"Since ancient times, heroes have trouble passing the beauty's gate."

Qian Wanjin's mouth curled into a confident arc,

"I don't believe there's a cat that doesn't steal fish. That Lin Yue is ultimately just a greenhorn in his early twenties."

"Let Su Mei, in my private name, bring a generous gift and visit him."

"Tell her I want her, at any cost, to become Lin Yue's woman, to become… the future mistress of Xuanwu City!"

"Yes, boss."

……

Three days later.

A luxurious RV utterly out of place in the wasteland slowly came to a stop on the outskirts of Xuanwu City, escorted by several armored vehicles.

The car door opened, and a woman in a scarlet form‑fitting cheongsam stepped out gracefully.

She appeared to be about twenty‑seven or twenty‑eight, with a bewitching figure, elegant curves, and black wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders.

Her features were as exquisite as a fairy from a painting; her captivating peach‑blossom eyes shimmered, seeming able to suck in a person's soul.

She was Su Mei.

Behind her followed ten women in identical white gauze dresses, each of varying builds, all stunning enough to drive men mad.

They were the "treasures" Qian Wanjin had gathered from everywhere at great cost before the apocalypse, subjected to the strictest training, each mastering the arts of pleasing men.

"Go, tell the master of Xuanwu City that Heavenly God Group's Su Mei bears a generous gift."

Su Mei parted her lips slightly, her voice soft and alluring to the bone.

Soon the news reached Lin Yue's ears.

"Heavenly God Group? Su Mei?"

Lin Yue was in the command room discussing the next round of urban expansion with Wang Gongtou when he heard the guard's report and his brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

"City Lord, what medicine is the Heavenly God Group selling in their gourd?"

Wang Gongtou looked wary,

"We just finished a trade two days ago, and today they send someone again with a "generous gift"—I think it's a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken, no good intentions!"

"If it's blessing, it's not disaster; if it's disaster, you can't avoid it."

Lin Yue merely smiled, unfazed,

"Let them come up. I'd like to see what tricks the Heavenly God Group is up to."

Moments later, Su Mei and those ten beauties were "invited" onto Xuanwu City.

The instant she set foot on this moving city, even someone as worldly as she couldn't help but flash a hint of astonishment.

The clean, orderly streets, the well‑planned buildings, the fresh earthy scent in the air… everything here was worlds apart from the survivor camp she had imagined.

This made her curiosity about the unseen city lord grow ever stronger.

Inside the City Lord's mansion, the reception hall.

Su Mei met Lin Yue.

He was very young, younger than she had imagined.

Dressed in simple casual wear, with a gentle smile on his face, he looked like a harmless neighbor's big boy.

Yet from his deep eyes Su Mei sensed a steadiness and sharpness beyond his years.

This person is not simple.

This was Su Mei's first impression of Lin Yue.

"I suppose this must be the City Lord of Xuanwu City, right?"

Su Mei bowed gracefully, her voice alluring; every gesture exuded deadly allure.

"I, Su Mei, have come this time under orders from our leader to present a modest gift to the City Lord, in thanks for his previous generosity."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lin Yue sat in the seat of honor, lifted his teacup, gently blew on the steam, and remained composed.

A beauty scheme?

Boss Qian, you really lack creativity, don't you?

"Our leader has heard that the City Lord is a youthful hero who governs such a miraculous city, yet has no thoughtful attendant to pour tea—truly a hardship."

Su Mei stepped forward with lotus steps, slowly approaching the ten women.

"These ten ladies were painstakingly gathered from all over by our leader; each is of pure background, well-educated, and skilled in music, dance, massage, and other arts."

She paused, her peach-blossom eyes glimmering as she looked pointedly at Lin Yue.

"If they could stay by the City Lord's side to ease your worries, that would be their fortune."

Upon hearing this, the ten women knelt in unison, their delicate bodies trembling, voices soft and alluring enough to drip water.

"We are at the City Lord's disposal."

The atmosphere in the reception hall instantly turned ambiguous.

Wang Gongtou behind Lin Yue flushed red, coughing repeatedly, silently cursing Qian Wanjin for using such despicable tactics.

Yet Lin Yue's face remained as calm as an ancient well.

He neither spoke to interrupt nor showed any reaction a man would, as Su Mei had expected; he simply watched her silently.

Su Mei's heart sank sharply.

Something's off, way off!

The atmosphere she had carefully crafted and the lines she had prepared had absolutely no effect.

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