382 Ah Sang (1/2)

Just then, a woman wearing a veil walked into the VIP lounge.

”Sorry to make you wait.” One ordinary, sweet, and delicate phrase from her made it impossible not to look at her.

The black veil had a silky sheen, which even Chen Mu with his sharp eyesight couldn't see through. A light purple qipao fully outlined her tall, slender frame. A snow-white powdered neck showed under her face, exuding a deadly attraction, while her exquisitely small collarbone made it impossible to avert one's gaze.

She was a woman who gave rise to countless helpless fantasies. Even Chen Mu went blank for a moment. That was a rare thing for him.

Suddenly, Chen Mu drew in a breath to clear his mind. Those days of bitter battling had made even his will still more determined and unwavering. Finding his condition improper, he reacted in the first moment to adjust it.

Noting Chen Mu's accommodation, a hint of appreciation was cast from behind the veil. She had read countless people. Although the man in front of her was strangely ugly, the power of his extremely oppressive feeling was intimidating. When she had first entered, the ugly man's spirits had seemed to be in a daze. However, he quickly accommodated and restored the clarity of his gaze, which showed how cool and restrained he was.

”It's nothing.” Chen Mu took a sharp look at her veil and asked, ”So, you are the young master of this establishment?”

As though she hadn't noted the guardedness in Chen Mu's eyes, the woman bowed to him slightly and sat right down on the ground. ”I am. You may call me Ah Sang.”

The light purple qipao, the black veil, and her exquisite, powdered neck were all mysterious and alluring, and her upright sitting posture seemed to declare a kind of formidable inviolability. But, as it happened, Chen Mu couldn't help a certain feeling that the woman was sitting that way to show off her style.

The girl in front of him wasn't the most gorgeous woman Chen Mu had ever seen, though there was something unique about her that distinguished her from any other woman. Still, Chen Mu didn't know much about women. If he were to judge her character by the way she was sitting and so forth, that would never be reliable.

”And, how should I address you, sir?” The voice from behind the veil had a magical allure, carrying a sense of lightness and sweetness.

”Qiao Yuan.”

Chen Mu cherished words as though they were gold. The woman in front of him was no simple person, and he couldn't help the rise in his spirits. Bogner had given him that name. He was the only guy in the entire base who was interested in names.

”So, Mr. Qiao.” Ah Sang bowed lightly to show her respect and went on to ask in curiosity, ”I wonder where Mr. Qiao has come from to be able to hunt down the southern snow-ape and the thin-horned spotted deer. Mr. Qiao is quite powerful!”

”No comment.” Chen Mu's expression was chilly, and his eyes were slightly closed.

That was the style Bogner and Xi Ping had decided on after they agreed. No matter how he was disguised, his background and identity would always be an issue. Given their current power, they could never choose a perfect fake identity that wouldn't raise doubts. They figured they might as well simply construct an ace with an arrogant, stubborn temperament. Although people liked to speculate and would certainly investigate, so long as Chen Mu clamped his jaw, they would be helpless and would only feel that to be his nature.

Ah Sang was unusually perceptive and immediately understood the issue had made him unhappy. She said a little apologetically, ”Ah Sang took too many liberties. Our humble firm is quite interested in this batch of goods of Mr. Qiao's. I wonder if Mr. Qiao is willing to part with such treasure.”

Even after such brief contact, she could already grasp that strangely ugly man's character. He was arrogant and obstinate, always calm and restrained. When facing such a person, vanities would be no use since he was eager to talk only about real gains.

”How much?” Chen Mu's response wasn't subtle.

Ah Sang was inwardly rather pleased since her estimation wasn't far off, after all.

Ah Sang chuckled. ”Mr. Qiao will have to allow Ah Sang to take a look at the goods first before I can judge.”

”Oh.” Chen Mu didn't look up as he stretched his hand to the side, where he easily picked up his bundle and put it on the table. The alloy table shook when he put it down. Ah Sang was inwardly stunned at how heavy it was and how strong he was.

Chen Mu deftly cut the rattan strap on the outside of the bag, which popped into two pieces. After finishing that, he sat back down on the sofa with his eyes half-closed.

Taking a look at the smoothly cut rattan straps, Ah Sang felt awed. She hadn't seen Chen Mu use anything to cut the straps, which were as thick as a thumb and exceptionally tough. What was important was that she hadn't detected the slightest energy fluctuation.

Black silk gloves went right up her arm, which covered her snow-white skin with a layer of delicate, silken sheen. Her slender hands were as elegant as the most perfect works of an artist.

With his eyes half-closed, Chen Mu suddenly heard his counterpart's breathing seem to become a little rapid, though it returned to normal after a few seconds. He was thinking rather languidly that it looked like she had been startled by his haul.

”My humble firm would like all of these things,” Ah Sang handily decided.

”Oh,” Chen Mu responded indifferently.