Chapter 2: 002: The Woman Who Fell From the Sky [2]

In the large conference room, the only sound was the rhythmic tapping of a man’s well-defined fingers against the tabletop. Each crisp sound landed in the ears of those present, so oppressive that even their breathing became cautious, for fear that a single slip-up would displease the man at the head of the table and cost them their lives!

This man was someone they could not afford to provoke!

The man wore a perfectly tailored black suit, groomed to perfection. His long, narrow phoenix eyes seemed veiled in a thin mist, hazy and mysterious, and a faint, elusive smile played on his lips—wicked and lethal.

After a long while, the conference room door was pushed open. Song Xichen walked in calmly with a file in his hand. He was long accustomed to the oppressive atmosphere in the room, while the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Xichen placed the file by the man’s hand, leaned casually against the table, crossed his arms, and said lightly, "Everything is taken care of. Stop scaring them; it’s truly pitiful to work under you."

As soon as Song Xichen’s words fell, the crowd was once again struck with terror, yet they admired him to the point of prostration. Only he dared to speak to His Excellency the Venerable in such a manner. Anyone else wouldn't have the courage; they would have been swept away by the Venerable’s inscrutable gaze before they could even open their mouths.

The man’s hazy eyes swept across the room. No one dared to even draw a full breath. Those with weaker nerves were breaking out in cold sweat. Then, the man’s deep, magnetic voice rang out, indifferent yet clear, echoing in everyone’s ears and making them tremble uncontrollably: "I do not wish for there to be a next time."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The crowd nodded cautiously in agreement, not daring to say another word for fear of angering the man at the head of the table.

Seeing how pitiful they looked working for such a master, Song Xichen waved his hand mercifully: "Dismissed. Be more careful next time."

The crowd cast grateful looks at Song Xichen as if he were their savior, then glanced cautiously at the man at the head of the table. Seeing his indifferent expression and that he had no further instructions, they scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Watching the conference room empty in a second, Song Xichen shook his head and sighed: "Tell me, why are you always so fierce? Look at them; they’re so scared by you they don't even dare to speak. There’s no human warmth at all."

The man raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at him with nonchalance, and slowly spat out two words: "I'm fierce?"

Song Xichen suddenly shivered. Meeting the man’s eyes, a pressure from the depths of his soul made him feel a sense of fear. He compromised helplessly: "Fine, you’re not fierce. I misspoke."

*Mm, not fierce, just a terrifying gaze.*

Song Xichen never dared to meet his eyes, and no one could hold his gaze for more than ten seconds. His eyes were hazy, yet they inexplicably caused a terrifying palpitation.

He was a figure at the pinnacle of the world’s practitioners. In the eyes of practitioners, he was the supreme Venerable; in the eyes of the academy’s practitioners, he was a god-like existence, the goal they strove toward. But everyone understood that no one could surpass him, and no one dared to question his abilities. Yet, in the outside world, he was merely an ordinary businessman, though still someone no one dared to approach.

Han Mohen ignored him, his tone tinged with coldness as he said, "The person is handed over to you."

Song Xichen chuckled and nodded, "Rest assured, I’ll treat them well. When have I ever let you down?"

"Very good."

Song Xichen smiled wickedly: "Hey, I’m coming over to your place for a meal tonight."

Han Mohen rose elegantly and left behind a single sentence: "Talk about it after the job is done." With that, he strode out of the conference room.

Song Xichen rubbed his nose and took back the file he had brought in, sighing in resignation. He had worked so hard to collect this evidence; the man could have at least glanced at it, though he knew this was a sign of trust in his competence.

Working for such a boss was truly unreasonable; he had to do manual labor just to get a meal.

Thinking of the food his chef made, Song Xichen began to salivate again. For the sake of fine cuisine, he would just have to work hard...