From Evil Sect Leader to Doctor

This voice sounded somewhat familiar. Chen Weiwei shuddered in fear and turned around, only to see a familiar figure striding towards her from a distance. It was none other than Yang Mufeng.

Looking at the resurrected Yang Mufeng, Chen Weiwei’s eyes widened in terror. She didn’t bother to open the door and turned to run towards the elevator.

The man behind her shouted, "Chen Weiwei, stop right there!"

Panicking, Chen Weiwei ran towards the escalator but missed a step, lost her balance, and screamed as she tumbled down the escalator.

In the midst of her fall, her neck collided with the hard steps, producing a crisp sound of a fracture.

"Chen Weiwei! Stop!" The man who resembled Yang Mufeng was actually his twin brother, Yang Mulin. Yang Mulin didn’t know Chen Weiwei, but by coincidence, when he arrived at the nail salon, he saw Chen Weiwei opening the door, so he called out her name.

Chen Weiwei thought she had seen a ghost, and her first reaction was to flee the scene. Yang Mulin, therefore, concluded she was Chen Weiwei and immediately gave chase.

Yang Mulin reached the elevator entrance and saw Chen Weiwei lying motionless on it, her head twisted at an exaggerated angle on her shoulder. Realizing the severity of the situation, he turned and fled in the opposite direction.

A man suddenly rushed up, grabbed his arm, and pinned him to the ground. Yang Mulin struggled desperately, "Don’t touch me..."

"Keep still! I’m a police officer!" The person who subdued Yang Mulin in time was Li Zhong, who was responsible for tailing Chen Weiwei. To avoid alarming Chen Weiwei and prematurely revealing the police’s surveillance, they had kept a distance. By the time they sensed something was amiss, it was already too late.

Exclamations and screams arose from the elevator entrance, and the policewoman partnered with Li Zhong pressed the emergency stop button for the escalator. Seeing Chen Weiwei still lying motionless on the elevator, the policewoman knew something serious had happened. She quickly approached Chen Weiwei, reached out to feel her carotid artery, but felt no pulse. She also checked her breathing and detected none, then quickly dialed 120.

The crowd of onlookers grew larger, and someone exclaimed, "There’s a dead person! There’s a dead person!"

In this world, there is never a shortage of spectators.

On stage, the internet celebrity Xie Weiting was dancing wildly. The atmosphere at the scene was undeniably electrifying. Tonight’s attendees were special guests and media reporters, mainly to create an atmosphere and impact. Keeping fans out was the right decision, as the current security force couldn’t maintain order if thousands of them entered the bar.

Outside the OMMIA Bar on the small plaza, thousands of Xie Weiting’s fans had gathered. Without an invitation, they couldn’t enter, so they could only watch Xie Weiting’s performance on a big screen. Despite this, many were already hysterical with excitement.

Hua Zhuyue danced to the music. Even though there were some business troubles, her mood remained unaffected. Xu Chunliang brought over two glasses of wine.

Hua Zhuyue said, "Not bad at all. At this rate, our bar will be closing soon."

Xu Chunliang watched as Hua Zhuyue took a sip of her wine and smiled at her, "Aren’t you afraid I’ve spiked it?"

Hua Zhuyue rolled her eyes at him, thinking his joke was inappropriate. Knowing that SEVEN STAR faced troubles, saying such things seemed like rubbing salt in the wound.

Xu Chunliang said, "Do you think it might be the work of a competitor?"

Hua Zhuyue shook her head. Although He Dong and Blue Star were competitors, they both belonged to the Orchid Sect. Ji Buyao was the Sect Leader of Orchid Sect, and Pan Tianhua wouldn’t dare cause a fatal incident on their turf, would he?

Hua Zhuyue had been investigating all along. Lately, He Dong had been making small moves, poaching a lot of key staff from Blue Star. Such tactics were not uncommon in the business world. If not for Ji Buyao’s intervention, Hua Zhuyue would have already taken action against Lv Yumeng and others.

It was Ji Buyao’s laissez-faire attitude that had led to the continuous loss of Blue Star’s talent. Hua Zhuyue couldn’t understand why Ji Buyao would yield so much to Pan Tianhua. Could it be that Pan Tianhua had some leverage over him, forcing him into this passive stance?

After Xie Weiting’s performance ended, Pan Weidong took to the stage to speak. He was particularly pleased tonight and confidently declared, "Thank you to all our guests for coming tonight. Our He Dong Group has always been committed to creating top-tier domestic entertainment. OMMIA is our top-tier bar where everyone can enjoy the most premium environment, the most premium lighting, the most premium performances, and the most premium service."

The audience erupted in applause.

Pan Weidong spotted Hua Zhuyue in the crowd and said with a smile, "I can assure you, here at OMMIA, you’ll have the most comprehensive safety assurance. You just go ahead and enjoy freely, unleash yourself. Friends, feel the passionate, free, and dreamy night of OMMIA to your heart’s content!"

The beat of the lively, pulse-pounding music resumed, and Xie Weiting, leading four fair-skinned, beautiful, and seductive women, once again took to the stage and shouted, "Are you ready?"

"We’re ready!"

"Burn your blood and enter the feverish night with me! COME ON!"

"Ah..."

The music and cheers intertwined, and the guests on-site waved their arms along with the music.

Hua Zhuyue also swayed her body to the rhythm, her movements undulating and enchanting. She picked up Xu Chunliang’s wine glass and set it aside, placing her hands on his shoulders, teaching him how to dance. It’s best to accept it and recognize others’ excellence, there’s nothing wrong with that.

Xu Chunliang said, "When the sky is arrogant, it rains; when people are arrogant, misfortune strikes."

Hua Zhuyue giggled, her beautiful eyes gazing into Xu Chunliang’s, "I forgot until you mentioned it, you once hit someone at the entrance of the Beijing OMMIA Bar."

Xu Chunliang said, "That son of a bitch Pan Weidong had someone falsify evidence, I almost got taken in by the police."

Hua Zhuyue said, "It’s all in the past now, you’re fine, so don’t keep it in your heart." Although Xu Chunliang is quite capable, confronting the entire He Dong Group by himself is unwise, Hua Zhuyue was thinking for his own good.

Xu Chunliang said, "I was originally planning to be magnanimous and repay evil with good, but tonight this bastard mocked you in front of so many people, that’s intolerable."

Hua Zhuyue laughed and said, "You don’t need to worry about my matters, I can handle them myself."

Xu Chunliang said, "This is out of your control."

"What do you want to do?" Although Hua Zhuyue is a strong woman, she never thought of depending on a man, but Xu Chunliang standing up for her made her feel warm inside.

Xu Chunliang took a black N95 mask from his pocket and helped Hua Zhuyue put it on, Hua Zhuyue was a bit surprised, not knowing what he was up to, she took a breath and felt a faint orchid scent.

Xu Chunliang also put on a mask, smiling and saying, "The place was renovated not long ago, the formaldehyde smell inside is too strong, it’s better to take precautions, to be prepared beforehand."

Xie Weiting was passionately singing and dancing on stage when he suddenly smelled a foul odor, which almost took his breath away. He initially thought the dancers couldn’t hold it and farted but seeing the twisted expressions of the dancers, he guessed they smelled it too.

The four dancers were professional enough to continue dancing under such circumstances, exchanging glances, wondering who farted? Xie Weiting, at the center, was also in doubt, in the past these situations had happened, but no matter how smelly, the show must go on, and they had to force a smile, pretending to enjoy it.

The dry ice created smoke that carried the stench, spreading around, guests cheered in unison but stopped soon as almost everyone smelled the odor.

The stench was extraordinarily peculiar, like a mix of body odor, onions, and cumin, it was nauseating.

As the smoke cleared on stage, Xie Weiting and the four dancers were indiscreetly covering their noses, the sharp smell making them tear up. Xie Weiting cursed inwardly, thinking, damn, who did this? I’ll fire her if I find out.

The four dancers were helpless, trying to distance themselves from Xie Weiting but not daring to leave the stage, Xie Weiting had body odor, hence he often wore perfume, but it had never been this intense before? Was it because he was dancing too energetically today, making the smell more potent?

They quickly noticed two yellow creatures beneath Xie Weiting’s feet, seemingly startled by the frenzied scene, yet also enjoying the craziness.

It was then that Xie Weiting noticed the creatures beside him, his first thought was rats, but he quickly realized they were not rats but weasels!

The DJ on-site was unaware of what happened on stage, assuming Xie Weiting forgot the lyrics, which frequently occurred with popular stars, after all, they aren’t all that professional.

Saving a show is like fighting a fire, so the DJ started playing even more intense dance tracks.

The two weasels exchanged a look, then simultaneously farted in Xie Weiting’s face.

Xie Weiting was so overwhelmed by the stench that he fainted backward onto the stage. The security who hurried in finally saw the weasels on stage, and they rushed to catch them just as the weasels swiftly dashed off the stage.

From every corner, dozens of weasels emerged in the intense dance music, scattering everywhere, bumping into people, releasing their unique biochemical weapons amid their escape.

Within the bar, the stench was overwhelming, some beautifully dressed women had already fainted, and guests who were dancing passionately moments ago scattered in all directions. The bar, being a relatively enclosed space, lacked ventilation, and the stench wouldn’t dissipate any time soon, filling the entire venue with a foul odor.

Hua Zhuyue wore a mask, with a scented patch placed inside by Xu Chunliang beforehand, shielding her from the stench.

Xu Chunliang also wore a mask, quietly retreating toward the main entrance before the chaos ensued, observing the pandemonium from an outsider’s perspective as he moved.

Pan Weidong endured the stench, directing security to chase away the weasels when suddenly, he felt something furry crawl into his pants, and he wailed, "Quick! Help me..."

The weasel inside his trousers farted, making the two security guards who approached to help tear up, unable to distinguish whether the fart came from the weasel or Pan Weidong.