Chapter 150: Ultimate Brinkmanship

"Let's leave it at that for now; after all, Wen Nuan is safe with him," the Chief of Headquarters replied. "We need to ease tensions with him during this period. We still require his help to clarify the public opinion issues. Besides, he has Qin Yitian as his backing, and now that he knows about the dual worlds, maybe we can try to win him over to our side."

"Of course, even if we can't win him over, we shouldn't offend him for the time being—at least until Qin Yitian falls from power."

Feng Yulou sighed helplessly. "Boss, I understand what you mean, but that guy is stubborn as a mule. Even if I wanted to win him over..."

Suddenly, Feng Yulou remembered Wang Pangzi and Miya.

Their relationship with Chu Fei didn't seem so bad; perhaps they could be sent to improve relations with this Fan Ren, thereby changing his impression of the Martial Prohibition Bureau.

"I might not be suitable, but there are other candidates," Feng Yulou added.

"Oh? Who?"

"Miya and Wang Gangzhi. Both are locals from Long City and have dealt with Fan Ren before. Especially Miya—besides being beautiful, she has a great figure. I think we could use the charm offensive!"

Feng Yulou felt quite clever. To think of using such a strategy as a charm offensive—surely the Chief would praise him for his ingenuity.

But after a moment of silence on the other end, the Chief, barely containing his anger, snapped back: "Feng Yulou, do you think you're so damn clever? Charm offensive? Why don't you send your mother to seduce that Fan Ren!"

"Should I have my mother take a taxi to Long City now?"

"You damn... forget it. As long as we can handle him, charm offensive it is—but watch the boundaries!"

"Of course, I'm not some pimp!"

"Hmm... but you sure look like one!"

"…"

After Chu Fei left the office, everyone from the Martial Prohibition Bureau kept their distance from him, afraid that even meeting his gaze might get them the same fate as Deng Yu, who had already been sent to the hospital.

Only Wang Pangzi approached like a sycophant. "Master Fan, did you reach an agreement?"

Essentially, it was settled. As long as the Martial Prohibition Bureau didn't act recklessly, Chu Fei had no interest in continuing any conflict with them.

As for the dual worlds thing, that was just Feng Yulou's word; one couldn't believe it without experiencing all the dreams first.

Seeing Chu Fei nod, Wang Pangzi breathed a sigh of relief. This "Great Buddha" resided permanently in Long City; if conflicts arose, he, the small branch chief, would be the one to suffer.

"Let me treat you to a late-night snack?"

Wang Pangzi was still trying to cozy up to Chu Fei.

"What late-night snack am I going to eat with you, a fatso?" Chu Fei sneered and turned to leave.

Wang Pangzi’s small eyes darted, quickly saying, "Then I'll have someone send you home. Miya, you take Master Fan home!"

Miya didn’t refuse.

She understood Wang Pangzi’s intentions, and she herself had many questions for this Fan Ren, so she decided to play along—after all, she had nothing to lose.

"Alright then, I'll take you home, big brother," she said.

Chu Fei, wanting to seize the opportunity to interact with Miya, didn’t object.

He thought Wang Pangzi was quite resourceful.

After the two left, Feng Yulou came out of his office, intending to assign tasks, only to find Miya gone.

He asked Wang Pangzi, "Where’s Captain Miya?"

"She went to send Master Fan home. What’s up, boss? Need to talk to her?" Wang Pangzi asked.

Feng Yulou smiled at Wang Pangzi, "No, it's good for her to get more exposure to Fan Ren."

Seeing Feng Yulou’s expression, Wang Pangzi knew they were on the same wavelength. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding between them.

…

On the road, Miya drove while asking, "What's your relationship with Qin the War God?"

"You don't even try to play coy and jump straight to questioning me?" Chu Fei chuckled.

Miya pouted, "What’s wrong with that? I’m just curious."

"Do you know why Wang Pangzi asked you to send me?" Chu Fei suddenly asked.

Miya answered frankly, "The headquarters wants to win you over, but right now, only Wang Pangzi and I haven’t torn apart with you. Compared to a fat man, obviously someone like me—a great beauty—can handle you more easily."

Chu Fei didn’t expect Miya to be so candid, openly revealing her intention to use the charm offensive.

But Chu Fei was no novice in romantic games; he wasn’t intimidated. He said bluntly, "You won’t get me."

"There’s no man I can’t handle," Miya said confidently.

After all, she was beautiful and well-proportioned, with countless suitors since childhood. Winning over Chu Fei, a rookie, would be nothing.

"Big talk," Chu Fei glanced around. "So, where are you taking me now?"

"Home," Miya replied.

Chu Fei’s gaze turned playful. "So your charm offensive is just taking me home?"

Miya caught the double meaning in his tone but, as a sophisticated hunter, wouldn’t play by the usual prey’s rules. She laughed softly, "Yes. When you're out, boys should know how to protect themselves. It’s not safe to be out late."

"It’s not safe outside," Chu Fei said ambiguously, "Or is it not safe with you?"

A master. This was a master.

Miya turned her head and appraised Chu Fei, eyes flowing with flirtation like a woman who never met a man before.

"A handsome guy like you isn’t safe anywhere."

Goodness, a worthy adversary.

No panic, no panic; just a small skirmish.

Chu Fei asked, "How many boys have you sent home like this?"

"Do you trust me?" Miya began a tug of war.

"Should I?"

"You should."

"So, how many am I?"

"If you’re willing to enter my heart, you’ll be the last."

Damn, this woman was good! Chu Fei almost lost his resolve.

Luckily, he held firm; if he surrendered now, she’d have him completely under her spell.

Right now, it was like a fierce tug-of-war between the Sea King and Sea Queen—one wrong word, and you'd be at a disadvantage.

Chu Fei waved his hand. "Better not. I don’t want to enter your heart only to fall into your fish pond."

A strategic retreat to see how she’d respond.

Just then, the traffic light ahead turned red.

Miya stopped the car and strategically removed her jacket, revealing a tight white tank top beneath.

The top clung to her figure, outlining her curves. The neckline was slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and a patch of fair skin, evoking endless imagination.

She gently brushed her hair back with a graceful, seductive motion.

When she turned to look at Chu Fei, it was as if the whole cabin ignited.

Her mixed-race features were exquisite—the high, elegant nose, full, tempting lips curled into an irresistible smile, and those naturally blue eyes brimming with charm and allure.

Meeting Chu Fei’s gaze, she finally answered his earlier question.

"Since you’re here, aren’t you going to leave something behind before you go?"

Alright, alright, playing like that, huh?

You made the first move, don’t blame me for being unreserved.

Chu Fei went straight for the jugular. "Look, I rushed out today and didn’t bring much. How about I leave you some ancestral genes?"

Most girls would blush and call him a pervert upon hearing that.

But Miya, a mature and open-minded woman, wouldn’t be easily defeated.

She even reversed the play, leaning close to Chu Fei. "Stinky little brother, are you serious?"

Her words sent Chu Fei’s mind racing with wild fantasies.

Wait! No more thinking or this won’t pass the censorship!

Just as his thoughts were running wild, Chu Fei snapped back to reality, sitting up straight and glaring at the entrancing siren before him.

His expression and tone resembled a poor scholar suddenly awakened after being drained of his vitality.

"Bold enchantress!"

"Oh?" Miya found his reaction amusing and asked with a sly smile, "How so?"

"How could something like that be dirty?" Chu Fei replied seriously.

Miya feigned ignorance, "What thing?"

"Want to see?" Chu Fei’s eyes sparkled with defiant challenge.

The atmosphere was set—whoever shamelessly dominates wins.

Miya lowered her gaze unabashedly and said, "Alright, you’re still so young..."

Chu Fei felt humiliated. He glared at Miya and slowly ground out through clenched teeth,

"What did you say?"

"...thing."

—You better say it all again clearly!