Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 439 - I can see that ur forehead is darkened and you might face a blood disaster tonight.

Chapter 439: Chapter 439 - I can see that ur forehead is darkened and you might face a blood disaster tonight.

Song Banxian, lowering his head to adjust his collar, spoke in a calm tone, "Today, despite all your efforts you still fell short of your desires, planned to quit the Jianghu, but your heart is reluctant."

The middle-aged man’s face turned as if he had been slapped in the face. The shock in his eyes was indescribable in words.

Because Song Banxian had spoken the truth.

He was planning to wash his hands of risk and dirty business, but was sabotaged by the new comer, who flippantly stomped over him on his way up.

The middle-aged man gritted and spat out, "Indeed, after all these years in this line of work, today I was tripped up by a youngblood!"

Song Banxian raised his eyes and stared at him, "The older waves will give way to the younger ones in the long lines of the rivers, eventually no one can always monopolize the underworld. There are blessings hidden in misfortunes, and vice versa. If you don’t quit now, you’ll suffer a backlash from your years of deeds."

The middle-aged man wore an unwilling expression, anxious etched in his features, "For instance?"

Song Banxian: "Calamities will be your retributions, even possibly leading to a tragic end in the street."

Hearing these words, the middle-aged man swore loudly.

The whole time, Qin Ruan kept her head down, engrossed in her phone. However, she was listening to the conversation between Song Banxian and the middle-aged man. Now, she raised her head to glance at the few people in front of the stall.

At first glance, she caught sight of the man’s face and a flash of light twinkled in the depths of her eyes.

Evil Qi!

Although the man emitted a faint aura of Evil Qi, it was still useful to her.

Qin Ruan put away her phone, her fingers flicked slightly, and the Nether Power spooled around the man like threads.

The man was unaware and continued his conversation with Song Banxian.

Within a few seconds, Qin Ruan had absorbed all of the man’s Evil Qi.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she pulled back her hand and glanced down at the inner side of her arm. The short lifeline, glowing red, showed no changes.

Qin Ruan was not disappointed. When it came to Evil Qi, small gains added up over time.

As long as she continued to absorb it, her life would eventually extend indefinitely.

The middle-aged man chatted a bit more with Song Banxian, took out a stack of money from his bag, and placed it on the countertop.

He respectfully said, "Thank you, Master."

"You’re welcome!"

Song Banxian reached over and casually placed the stack of money under a book next to him.

The middle-aged man stood and turned to leave, his gaze inadvertently brushed over Qin Ruan sitting at the adjacent booth.

The young girl’s pure countenance had a touch of bewitching allure, her clear eyes were like hooks that itched at the heartstrings.

Following the man’s gaze, Huang Biao also landed his googly eyes on Qin Ruan.

This glance involuntarily triggered a flicker of astonishment and lust in his eyes.

It was rare to encounter a girl as beautiful as her, whether it was her mannerism or appearance, it surpassed the beauty of the girls that frequented the night scene by hundreds of times.

Huang Biao looked at the middle-aged man, seeing the amazement in his eyes, he swaggered over to Qin Ruan.

His provocative words, "Miss, are you a fortune teller too?"

Qin Ruan lightly raised her eyes, her cold gaze swept over him, "Do you require a divination?"

Behold her up close, Huang Biao found that Qin Ruan bewitchingly beautiful.

He struggled to find elegant and impressive words to describe her, to sum it all, she was so gorgeous that it stirred him and at the same time intimidated that he did not dare approach.

The moment their gazes met, the cold indifference in Qin Ruan’s eyes sent a chill racing through Huang Biao’s heart.

Being intimidated, his initial bravado disappeared as he stood in front of the stall, unsure on what to do next.

The middle-aged man shows up, casting his eyes over Qin Ruan, "Little Girl, are you still in school?"

"It’s summer break."

Qin Ruan responded flatly, her attitude indifferent.

The middle-aged man tactfully continued, "Street stall vending is just for a living, but today the weather is cold. You’re young with delicate skin, why are you bearing this hardship?

"Consider my offer, I can provide for you and support your education, leading a carefree life."

"..." Qin Ruan looked taken aback, frozen in disbelief.

Was she getting... solicited?

"!!!" Hearing the man’s words, Song Banxian’s heart pounded uncontrollably and his face turned pale.

Good Lord, this young maiden is not someone they should mess with.

He quickly got up and moved to Qin Ruan’s side. Looking serious, he spoke to the middle-aged man, "Brother Qin is a member of the Mystical Sect, she is here to experience life, sir, don’t invite trouble!"

Huang Biao looks disdainful and scoffs, "A mere kid, a member of the Mystical Sect? Who are you trying to scare!"

In his eyes, most of the street-stall fortune tellers were charlatans, prioritizing pretense over substance.

There’s no such thing as so many members of the Mystical Sect; the actual masters wouldn’t be vending at a stall, they leisurely wait for noble customers to seek their advice.

Despite not being highly educated, he understood this simple logic.

Still one has to admit, Huang Biao was somewhat insightful.

However, how could he possibly know Qin Ruan’s true identity, or that she’s not here to divinate fortune but to collect Evil Qi.

Qin Ruan gave him a cold smile and dark eyes fixed on him, "True, I can barely be called a member of the Mystical Sect; my understanding is rather superficial."

Huang Biao grinned, "Boss, see? These people love to exaggerate things, I think the old man was just bluffing you."

The middle-aged man glared at him, "Shut up!"

Huang Biao looked surprised, instantly slapped himself and apologized, "My apologies, loose lips!"

The middle-aged man took out a business card from his pocket and placed it on Qin Ruan’s table. "Consider my offer, I have no particular vice or folly. As long as you’re with me, you won’t want for anything."

Qin Ruan’s eyes landed on the business card on the table, she picked it up.

Her slender fingers held the card, the words engraved on it clear and legible.

The two big words, ’Huang Biao’ were very pronounced, indicating he was the chairman of some company.

Qin Ruan smirked, raising her eyes she glanced at Huang Biao, "Boss Huang, it seems like your brows are dark, there might be a bloody disaster tonight, it would be wise to stay cautious."

In front of him, she nonchalantly tossed his card to the ground.

Her actions carried an air of sheer insouciance.

Huang Biao growled in rage, "You’re asking for trouble!"

Huang Biao narrowed his eyes, a wrinkle on his forehead twitching. His eyes were filled with hostility as he glared at Qin Ruan.

He narrowed his eyes, his tone turned menacing, "Little Miss, are you not afraid of asking for trouble?"

Qin Ruan elbowed the table her hand leaned over her head, in a lazy tone replied, "My life is too dull, a little excitement won’t hurt."

Evil Qi emanated from Huang Biao, the aura that he had cultivated over years in Jianghu underworld.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, Song Banxian suddenly made a hacking cough, "Cough...Cough..."

While he was coughing, he also motioned Huang Biao with his eyes to quickly leave.

Considering his subordinate’s humiliation, and the suppressed anger behind his glare, Huang Biao was filled with rage.

Song Banxian sighed softly and taking the initiative, stepped forward grabbing Huang Biao and led him away from the stall.

As he led him away, he advised him sincerely, "Boss Huang, what’s the point of picking a fight with Brother Qin? She might be young but has a repute in Capital City. Instead of flattering her, you’ve provoked her.

Remember they are members of the Mystical Sect and are very vengeful. Unlike mediocre fortune tellers like me, they possess great power..."