Chapter 43: Master Chen
Marcus looked at the man in front of him. He didn’t know why, but every time he saw him, a flame of anger would rise in his heart. He felt like he had met an enemy he couldn’t remember. Though he was sure that if such a weakling was his enemy, he would have already dealt with him by now.
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When he heard about those women being his lover and secretary, he almost couldn’t believe it at first. Can someone so pathetically weak still have women of this caliber around him? Although he looked refined and handsome, that wasn’t enough to protect your women. But he had no choice but to accept the fact.
Seeing those women smiling and chatting with other businessmen, Marcus’s interest dropped significantly. Look at this guy, trying to impress Celia with his smooth talk, while his women are over there practically flirting with half the room. If I had someone like that, she’d be focused on me, not seeking attention from random businessmen.
These kinds of protagonists who act domineering and arrogant are often like that. They will lose interest in a woman if she is not pure and innocent.
Marcus’s snort was barely audible, but Vincent caught it. The mercenary’s worldview was clearly struggling with the concept of women as anything other than possessions to be guarded. The mercenary seemed to be forming opinions about everyone in the room, his perspective clearly at odds with the sophisticated social dynamics at play.
Vincent chatted pleasantly with Celia for a few more minutes before excusing himself. Lingering too long would make her suspicious, and he’d already gathered valuable intelligence about both her and Marcus’s personalities. The next phase of his plan was already forming.
As the evening progressed, Vincent arranged for the entertainment to begin. He’d spared no expense in securing the services of Master Chen, a renowned spiritual acrobat in the city whose reputation for impossible feats had made him the most sought-after performer in the cultivation world of Autumnvale.
Don’t be surprised about cultivators working as entertainers. In Autumnvale, if it’s a cultivator below core stage, given enough money, they would be willing to even spin three times and bark for you—let alone this being just a display of balance and martial prowess.
Master Chen took the stage with theatrical flair, his robes flowing like liquid silk as he approached the narrow beam suspended fifteen feet above the marble floor. The beam was just a finger’s width. The crowd fell silent as he began his routine—balancing on the tips of two toes while maintaining perfect stability, a crystal wine glass held steady in his outstretched hand.
Then slowly he started. Not walking, but sliding using spiritual energy concentrated on his toes.