Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 38

Qian Zhou pointed with his small hand.

“Don’t tell me Biberte is also one of your little lapdogs.”

“Also?” Gu Sheng’s voice rose at the end.

Qian Zhou clapped a hand over his mouth, sneaking a glance at Jiang En. Seeing he wasn’t woken up, he finally let out a breath.

He leaned closer to his phone and whispered, “Otherwise why would Biberte keep inviting you? Don’t tell me it’s to discuss the finer points of art with you?”

“How do you know it isn’t?” Gu Sheng picked up the coffee at his side and took a sip.

“Ah, really?” Qian Zhou asked.

Gu Sheng said, “No.”

“Isn’t it normal for one lunatic to be interested in another lunatic?”

Qian Zhou widened his eyes, then shut them again. “…”

So this was what they meant by like attracting like.

Jiang En was woken by a cool sea breeze. He blinked his sleepy eyes, and when he saw the ocean outside the light-colored railing, his eyes lit up.

“Wow…”

Qian Zhou’s arm was shaken back and forth by Jiang En.

“Qian Zhou, look!”

“Look at what?” Qian Zhou raised his head.

“Wow…”

Qian Zhou picked up his phone, flipped the camera, and aimed it at the sunset over the sea.

The warm yellow sky was scattered with pink clouds, dyeing the ocean below with the same twilight glow.

The horizon became a dividing line, seabirds above and fish below.

Flocks of seagulls sometimes skimmed the water in search of food, stirring the fish into sparkling leaps, then flew back into the sky with sharp cries.

Far away, the scenery where sea and sky met was brimming with vitality, like the beating heart of the Earth.

The drifting clouds were its searing pulse, and the lands sprouting plants its very bones.

Qian Zhou’s hair danced freely in the sea breeze, his voice carrying through the phone screen.

“If only you could see this too.”

Gu Sheng chuckled softly at that.

Qian Zhou gazed off into the distance, not noticing that Gu Sheng was lifting his own eyes toward the window.

Reflected in his pupils was almost the same sight—sea and sunset alike.

The breeze had grown chilly. Jiang En slipped back into the room first and brought out two thin blankets.

Qian Zhou accepted one and draped it over himself. “Gu Sheng, where did you go on your business trip?”

Gu Sheng said, “Shouldn’t be far from you.”

“Is it a coastal city?” Qian Zhou asked.

“More or less,” he replied.

There was a knock at Gu Sheng’s door on his end; he probably had to get busy again. Qian Zhou obediently said goodbye.

Gu Sheng hummed in reply. “Have fun.”

“Super fun,” Qian Zhou said.

Jiang En crossed his legs, putting his feet up on a low stool. He stretched with a long groan.

“Mm… Wanna go eat?” he asked.

Wrapped in his blanket, Qian Zhou stood up. Just as he was about to agree, he too heard knocking at the door.

Jiang En went with him to open it. A server smiled and handed them an invitation.

“Mr. Biberte invites the two of you to attend tonight’s banquet. It will begin in an hour.”

At the mention of Biberte, Jiang En gently shut the door again. “Should we go?”

Since Gu Sheng was an investor in the project, it wasn’t strange for him to get invited.

But ever since Gu Sheng had told him about the “lunatics-attract-lunatics” theory, Qian Zhou was a bit wary.

What if the banquet was full of lunatics?

【System 052: I don’t think this world could possibly produce someone more deranged than Gu Sheng.】

【Qian Zhou: I think he’s already mended his ways.】

【System 052: Pah!】

【Qian Zhou: ?】

【System 052: Ask him where he is right now.】

Qian Zhou fell into thought, then a sudden spark lit in his mind.

So that was why the painting in Gu Sheng’s room had looked so familiar!

And when he’d said his trip “wasn’t far” from him—that had just been to humor him. Gu Sheng had tricked him again!

Qian Zhou stood at the door, peering through the peephole. The hallway was empty.

There had been knocking in Gu Sheng’s call earlier—if he really was on the cruise, he must have received Biberte’s banquet invite too.

“I think about it, it’s just a banquet. Nothing will happen,” Qian Zhou said.

Jiang En hesitated, then nodded and put on his coat. “Wait a sec, let me call my brother. He just messaged asking where I am. Honestly, he’s this old already and still clings to me.”

While Jiang En stepped out onto the balcony with his phone, Qian Zhou pulled his own out and sent Gu Sheng a message: Where exactly are you?—complete with an angry soybean emoji.

He stared at the screen for two or three seconds. No reply.

Qian Zhou grabbed the coat hanging on the rack and draped it over his arm. Jiang En quickly finished his call.

“Biberte’s banquet is on the 24th floor. Should we head over now?” Jiang En asked.

Qian Zhou tucked the banquet card into the back of his phone case. “At banquets like this, when do they usually start serving food?”

“Usually about ten minutes after the start.”

Jiang En blinked rapidly, “If we go early, we can get the first round of desserts.”

He wiped at the corner of his mouth, hand on the doorknob. “What do you think?”

Qian Zhou narrowed his eyes, locking gazes with Jiang En in silence.

One second.

Two seconds.

“Let’s go!” Qian Zhou tugged Jiang En out the door.

Jiang En snorted with laughter. “I thought you weren’t going to go.”

“Why not? They even sent the invite to our door. We should give him this face.”

Qian Zhou folded his arms and tipped his chin up, the grin at his lips impossible to suppress.

The lightness in his tone was unhidden. He was far more confident than before; even his steps felt buoyant.

There were quite a few people waiting at the elevators. Three cars were running, and in about two minutes the crowd had thinned out.

The two of them stepped in.

Qian Zhou stood to the right, close to the floor buttons. He pressed “24.”

There was still half the elevator’s space left. Jiang En leaned casually beside him, scrolling on his phone.

The doors were nearly shut when suddenly a large hand wearing a bronze thumb ring wedged in.

Its knuckles clamped the doors like an iron bar. The elevator jolted and then slid back open.

Qian Zhou instinctively looked up.

It was a nearly two-meter-tall Black bodyguard, muscles bulging, his massive frame blocking half the light.

He stepped aside to make way.

Then the whole elevator lurched slightly downward as a fat man shuffled in—a face that struck Qian Zhou as familiar.

His brows were knitted in constant gloom, both hands hidden inside his sleeves, conspicuously empty.

Qian Zhou pulled Jiang En back two steps, frowning almost imperceptibly.

It was that same fatty who had groped his waist back at Venus—Miles. He asked the guard:

“Got the stuff?”

The guard bowed his head. “Yes, sir.” He was carrying a black case. Just entering, he squeezed Miles so hard against the wall that the man barked:

“Damn it, couldn’t you wait for the next one? Can’t you see it’s full?”

Clawing at the wall, Miles cursed him out in some garbled foreign tongue, then snapped, “Get out!”

The doors finally closed. Miles glanced around and his eyes locked onto Qian Zhou.

Wasn’t this the little duckling who had been playing with Gu Sheng last time?

That face really was pretty. But what was he doing here?

Could it be he had a new sugar daddy on this cruise?