Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 257 - 88: Suicide (Part 4)

The light blue long gown is embroidered with many patterns, intricately woven, combining fashion and classical elements.

Standing at a height of nearly 1.9 meters, one might expect a robust and burly presence, yet there's an air of gentleness, calm and elegance.

His skin is enviable, akin to sparkling white jade, almost glowing under the light?

His appearance is quite ordinary.

But his eyes are piercing, making it difficult to meet his gaze.

Overall, Boss Fang is a very charismatic person, quite inconsistent with the rumors of him being a ruthless killer, hands soaked with blood.

"Haha..."

After a few drinks, Boss Wang's face is flushed, and he laughs heartily:

"I've always wanted to meet Boss Fang, but never had the chance. Today, thanks to Boss He, I finally got to invite Boss Fang."

"Boss Fang!"

"I'm going to finish mine, and you drink as you please!"

He says, raising his glass and finishing it in one go.

"Boss Wang, you're too kind." Fang Zheng also raises his glass to drink.

"Refreshing!"

Fueled by the alcohol, Boss Wang excitedly slaps the table and shouts, simultaneously beckoning a poised woman in the room:

"Xiao Hui, don't sit so far away, I can't hear you. Go to Boss Fang's side and be attentive."

"This..." The woman looks troubled.

"Bang!"

Boss Wang slams his hand down, showing a look of anger:

"What?"

"Disobedient?"

"No." The woman trembles, her face turning pale as she hurriedly stands, holding her glass and coming forward:

"Boss Fang, I... I toast to you."

She finishes it in one gulp.

"Now that's better." Boss Wang grins, saying:

"Boss Fang, after the event, have her accompany you home. Xiao Hui, send a message to your family saying you'll be working overtime tonight."

Upon hearing this, the woman's fingers turn white, slowly lowering her head:

"Yes."

"Boss."

"Boss Wang, you're too kind." Fang Zheng raises his glass, finishing it at once:

"I have other matters to attend to; I won't trouble this lady. I've met you today and talked things over; we're friends now."

"No need to be so reserved."

As he speaks, he already shows signs of leaving.

"This..." Boss Wang looks displeased:

"It's a rare opportunity to sit together for a drink, Boss Fang, why kill the mood?"

"Old Wang." He Xuanping's eyes change slightly, quickly standing up and winking frequently:

"Boss Fang is a busy man, not like us. If you want to drink, I'll accompany you until we're both drunk."

"Let it be." Fang Zheng stands up, his expression indifferent.

Tian Liang quickly grabs the coat hanging nearby and drapes it on him.

"The weaving factory incident was just a misunderstanding, one that's resolved and let it pass. I'm glad to meet a friend like Boss Wang today."

"Yes, yes." Boss Wang nods repeatedly, his small eyes flickering:

"Rest assured Boss Fang, I'll have the female workers from the weaving factory sent back right away."

"…" Before leaving, Fang Zheng pauses, slowly turning his head, speaking softly:

"Boss Wang."

"I recall saying, to send them back as they were. Boss Wang is a smart man, surely you won't do anything foolish?"

Boss Wang's body stiffens, his expression fluctuating, eyes hinting at anger, but when Fang Zheng's gaze sweeps over, a chill runs through him.

It's like ice water pouring over his head, plunging him into a wintery chill.

What is this feeling?

As if countless daggers aimed at the throat, heart, enveloped by endless darkness, even struggling to breathe.

Though it lasted just a moment.

It left one frozen.

"No."

He forces a smile, pale-faced:

"I won't."

"I'll make the call to release them immediately."

"Damn!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Just as Boss Wang pulls out his phone, a man in a black suit storms over, shouting:

"What a nerve, it's just a woman after all. The boss has already set up a feast, given you enough face, don't be ungrateful."

"Bang!"

The man in the black suit is kicked out before he can finish speaking.

Tian Liang appears where the man stood, with a scowl, slowly retracting his leg:

"Who gave you the right to speak?"

"Springing Legs!"

Zhang Yong squints, stepping forward:

"A martial artist, is it? Let me have a try!"