Chapter 3: Evil Part 1

So, so scary.

Fu Zheng’s older brother was far more terrifying than Fu Zheng.

That sharp gaze lingered on him, the oppressive pressure nearly suffocating Tao Zhi.

At that moment, he couldn’t even spare a thought for his boss. Tao Zhi began to worry about himself.

Was Fu Zheng’s brother about to pick on him now?

After all, he was the little lackey who had “humiliated” people. Would he get pinned to the floor too?

How tragic.

Imagining his miserable fate, Tao Zhi squeezed his eyes shut in fear, bracing himself for the beating.

But unexpectedly, the scene he imagined didn’t happen.

Fu Si Heng’s gaze shifted away from Tao Zhi’s face and landed back on Fu Zheng.

Then, his expression and tone darkened even further, as if he were delivering some lecturing words.

But Tao Zhi didn’t catch what he said.

Because right now, he was only filled with relief at having survived the ordeal.

Huh? He wasn’t going to trouble him after all?

He was really letting him off the hook?

Tao Zhi opened his eyes.

He slowly cracked one eye open and stealthily lifted his head to peek at the two brothers.

Fu Si Heng exuded an incredibly strong oppressive aura. Even though he wore a white shirt that looked refined and scholarly, it didn’t make him seem elegant or approachable at all.

It was probably due to his appearance.

Fu Si Heng had a stern face, with deep and sharp brow bones, a cold and majestic demeanor surrounding him. One glance made people avert their eyes.

Especially since he had taken off his suit jacket while beating Fu Zheng.

The white shirt clung to his muscular lines, outlining a lean, solid build and a physique that inspired fear.

Tao Zhi had barely lifted his head for a look before he immediately ducked it back down.

So scary.

He swallowed hard, not daring to look anymore.

After beating Fu Zheng, Fu Si Heng prepared to leave.

He finally lifted his foot off Fu Zheng’s back and lowered his head to wipe the blood from his knuckles.

Meanwhile, Fu Zheng’s nose was bleeding profusely.

“Remember well what I told you,” Fu Si Heng said. Then he reached out, grabbed the jacket that had been draped over Tao Zhi’s chair back, and left the dorm ruthlessly and coldly.

The door slammed shut with a “bang,” snapping Tao Zhi back to reality.

He had been spared.

Tao Zhi let out a sigh of relief, then hurriedly lifted his head and rushed to his boss’s side.

“Fu Zheng, are you okay?!”

Tao Zhi quickly helped him up and guided him to the nearest chair to sit. He began rummaging through the dorm for medical supplies.

After a search, he only found some medical cotton swabs.

They would have to do.

Tao Zhi hurried back to Fu Zheng’s side.

Fu Zheng sat there with his head lowered.

His face was gloomy. After wiping the blood from his nose himself, he propped his elbows on his knees, letting Tao Zhi do some basic cleanup.

“Fu Zheng, maybe we should go to the infirmary? It’s best to ice it…” Tao Zhi stuffed a cotton swab into his nostril, but his tone remained deeply worried.

“Tao Zhi.” Fu Zheng interrupted his frantic and anxious words.

Tao Zhi looked up: “What?”

“I order you to seduce my brother.” Fu Zheng lifted his head as he spoke.

His face was sullen, his eyes dark and sinister. He gritted his teeth and said to Tao Zhi word by word: “Seduce him, toy with him, dump him, and then steal his company’s secrets.”

Even though he had been beaten, Fu Zheng’s mind was crystal clear at that moment.

He had brewed up an earth-shattering conspiracy.

“I want to seize power. I want him to get the hell out.”

His tone was calm, but the man was insane.

Tao Zhi: “?”

Tao Zhi felt like he must have misheard.

He stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth, pointed at himself, and felt darkness close in: “M-me?”

“That’s right, you.” Fu Zheng had lost all reason. He stood up and paced the dorm like a trapped beast, issuing orders to Tao Zhi: “I want him to pay for what happened today. The one who should be banished to the boonies is him.”

“You must do this.”

A “thud” echoed.

Fu Zheng turned back: “?”

Tao Zhi’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, scared by Fu Zheng.

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This time, it was Fu Zheng who helped Tao Zhi up.

Though “helped” wasn’t quite accurate—at least Fu Zheng’s actions weren’t as gentle and careful as Tao Zhi’s.

Seeing Tao Zhi slump to the ground, he simply grabbed him by the arm and yanked him up.

Now Tao Zhi sat in the spot where Fu Zheng had been.

Fu Zheng pulled over a chair from the side, sat facing him, planted both hands on Tao Zhi’s armrests, trapping him and preventing escape: “We need to plan this properly. Figure out exactly how to do it.”

Tao Zhi: “…”

Tao Zhi’s vision was still blacking out.

His mind was filled with images of Fu Zheng’s brother: his cold, ruthless face, his height of nearly two meters, his intimidating and oppressive build, and the mocking expression when he pinned Fu Zheng down and slapped his face.

Fu Zheng wanted him to seduce a man like that?

Not just seduce, but toy with him, dump him, steal corporate secrets, and help Fu Zheng seize power… Tao Zhi’s mind could only conjure one image—

In Journey to the West, the Nine-Headed Bug telling his lackey:

Go take out Tang Seng and his disciples.

Tao Zhi’s vision darkened again and again.

Yet Fu Zheng was completely oblivious to anything wrong and kept rambling on about his plan.

Tao Zhi’s head spun as he listened. He hurriedly grabbed Fu Zheng’s arm: “W-wait a second!”

“?”

Fu Zheng glanced up.

“I-I-I think this might not be a good idea, right?” Fu Zheng was in a bad mood at the moment—not aimed at him, but a single glance from him made Tao Zhi sit up straight effortlessly. His neck tensed, hands rested on his knees, and he steeled himself: “How could I possibly pull something like that off?”