The woman was about the same age as Evan Lin, but when she spoke, she put on the air of an elder—her tone was all senior authority.
"Once you tell us how you tricked and conned Queenie, Lance here will give you a million yuan. That million should be enough for you to party and live it up for a good while. This deal is a total win for you."
The woman stared at Evan Lin with a look of utter seriousness.
The people around kept nodding, their eyes full of mockery.
With someone stepping up to lead the charge for him, Lance Le looked even more smug. In the eyes of the crowd, Evan Lin was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"You really want to know?"
Evan Lin looked at Lance Le and spoke calmly.
Lance Le was caught off guard. He hadn’t expected Evan Lin to actually plan on answering. He’d thought Evan, maybe being a Vajra Realm poser, would lose his temper and start a fight.
If that happened, he could just call home, round up some guys, pay for a few Vajra experts, and have Evan Lin taken care of—nice and clean.
"Of course. As long as you tell us how you managed to win over Queenie, I’ll transfer a million to you right now." Lance Le said smoothly, playing along.
Rena Luo shot Evan Lin another look, her brows furrowing in confusion.
Queenie Tong’s pretty face froze for a second. She turned to Evan Lin, her eyes growing even more curious.
Of everyone present, only Queenie knew the truth: the reason she walked in holding Evan Lin’s arm was simply because she wanted to. Where did all this talk of Evan conning her even come from?
If anything, Queenie kind of wanted to trick and drag Evan Lin home herself.
"Forget about the million. That’s just pocket change."
Evan Lin shook his head, his tone flat.
That line made quite a few people’s faces fill with surprise.
Not many people could say a million was pocket change in such a calm way. Either they really came from money and didn’t care, or they were just faking it, trying to look cool.
"But since you’re asking why I get to ‘eat soft rice’ and how I supposedly conned Queenie Tong..."
At this, Evan Lin raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lance Le.
Everyone immediately perked up, curious what Evan Lin would say next.
But then, Evan Lin suddenly opened his right arm, and Queenie, after a brief daze, blushed and obediently slipped into his embrace.
Everyone’s pupils shrank at the sight, their minds going blank.
Right now, Queenie Tong was like a gentle little animal, quietly hiding in Evan Lin’s arms, her face shy.
Where was that cold, aloof, arrogant goddess they all remembered?
"Maybe it’s because I’m better looking than you."
Evan Lin said seriously, "If you want to live off a woman, you need to have capital. Not only do I live off her, I also eat her tofu."
As soon as he said it, after a brief silence, someone burst out laughing.
"You’re better looking than Lance? Man, you’ve got some nerve!"
"Who pays for bragging? Lance was a part-time male model, you know! He’s got the looks and the body—how are you not embarrassed to say you’re better looking than him?"
"Eat her tofu? What, you mean stinky tofu or something?"
Everyone around snickered, thinking Evan Lin was shameless beyond belief.
Rena Luo looked surprised, while Lance Le’s face darkened even more. "Are you messing with me?"
He stared hard at Evan Lin, ready to explode at any second.
Evan Lin glanced at Queenie Tong, his voice still calm: "Queenie, tell them, am I good looking or not?"
"Good looking!"
Queenie answered loudly, making sure everyone could hear her.
"Do you like me flirting with you?"
"I like it!"
Queenie’s heart was racing. When she heard Evan Lin’s words, her face turned as red as a peach blossom, her cheeks flushed, and her voice trembled a little.
Even if things between her and Evan Lin were as pure as a white lotus, she still couldn’t help playing along, her mind wandering as she listened to his words.
Rena Luo and the others nearby turned pale.
Even if things between her and Evan Lin were as squeaky clean as a white lotus, she still couldn’t help playing along, her mind running wild with all kinds of thoughts as she listened to him.
Evan Lin asked again.
"I like it!"
Queenie Tong answered firmly, no hesitation at all.
That did it—the whole crowd lost their minds.
With Queenie Tong so open and unfiltered, their whole image of her was shattered.
This was full-on flirting, right out in the open!
A bunch of guys who’d been secretly crushing on Queenie Tong looked absolutely devastated, faces full of heartbreak.
All those guys who’d been secretly crushing on Queenie Tong looked like their hearts just got stomped flat—faces twisted in pure heartbreak.
“You guys who can’t get ‘soft rice’ always say it tastes bad. That’s just sad.”
They’d never seen anyone as shameless as Evan Lin. It was like a gorgeous flower stuck in a pile of cow crap—and this cow crap was extra cocky!
"You losers who can’t get ‘soft rice’ always say it’s nasty. Honestly, that’s just pathetic."
Right in front of everyone, Evan Lin pointed at Lance Le’s crotch. "Besides, you’re just an impotent guy blocking my way. Isn’t that a joke?"
"That’s just the first reason."
Even if they didn’t really believe Evan Lin, just seeing how confident he was, everyone couldn’t help but look.
Right in front of everyone, Evan Lin pointed at Lance Le’s crotch. "And besides, you’re just some limp dude trying to block my way. Isn’t that a joke?"
As soon as Evan said that, everyone’s eyes snapped straight to Lance Le’s junk.
Getting called impotent in public was the ultimate humiliation!
"Who the hell are you calling limp?!"
Evan Lin had barely finished speaking.
Before anyone could even speak up for Lance Le—
"If I say you are, then you are. Even if you weren’t before, after today, you sure are now."
His legs clamped together, as if hit by a wave of intense pain. He instinctively grabbed his crotch, gritting his teeth, face white as a sheet, then collapsed to his knees, forehead drenched in cold sweat.
Before anyone could even jump in to back up Lance Le—
Everyone watched as Lance Le, who’d just been raging like a beast, suddenly went ghost-white.
His legs snapped together, like he’d just been hit by a lightning bolt of pain. He grabbed his crotch, teeth clenched, face pale as death, then dropped to his knees, forehead pouring sweat.
"Holy crap! There’s blood!"
A couple people closest to him rushed over.
"Dude! He’s bleeding!"
Someone glanced down, saw blood spreading across the floor, and freaked out.
"Somebody call 911!"
Everyone started panicking, shouting over each other.
Queenie Tong’s face went pale, biting her lip, but she didn’t step away from Evan Lin.
"You’re so screwed now, kid!"
Lance Le was carried out of the room.
Someone shot Evan Lin a nasty glare as they left.
"Let’s bounce. I’m starving."
Evan Lin put his arm around Queenie Tong and walked right through the crowd.
With just one finger, Evan Lin turned his spiritual energy into a sword and sliced a tendon in Lance Le’s junk from across the room. It wouldn’t kill him, but for the rest of his life, he’d never get to be a real man again.
Consider it a bit of punishment.
From now on, every guy in the room looked at Evan Lin with a mix of terror and respect, scared to death he’d point at them and wreck their manhood too.