chsdbacks Chapter 522 Dense Bloodlust
Chapter 522 Dense Bloodlust
At 8 p.m., at a private club in Mid-Levels, Hong Kong Island.
After we arrived, Long Nier and I didn't wander around. Instead, we focused our attention on the long table laden with cold dishes.
In the past, these kinds of dinners haven't been very good, but today is a little different.
Top-grade Australian Wagyu beef, French foie gras, and Alaskan king crab—all hearty dishes, even the tableware is made of pure silver.
"Brother, tonight's banquet is quite sumptuous!"
Long Nier forked a piece of foie gras and gave one to Xiao Ba, who was obediently staying in my pocket.
"That's quite a feast!"
I nodded.
In the past, the dinners were also served cold, but mostly desserts, and the main dishes were unremarkable.
The reason is simple: no one comes to these kinds of dinners to eat; the focus is on presentation, with the food taking a backseat.
Today is different; it's both beautiful and delicious, and you can tell the organizers put a lot of thought into it.
Even if we put our hearts into it, no one was eating. For example, today, it was just me and Long Ni'er who kept eating here.
As for Fatty Lin, he had already gone off with Wen Haichao to greet all sorts of people and build connections.
Tonight's banquet is ostensibly about supporting education and national development, claiming to have donated millions to support impoverished students in Hong Kong Island and to establish a foundation.
As soon as I heard about setting up a fund, I lost interest. Those who know, know what this is all about.
As I ate, I coldly observed all sorts of people.
There were quite a few people here today. Among the men, I saw Zeng Xiaowei and Su Dahua, and among the women, Yang Meirun and Guan Xiaodie. But there were also many people from the financial industry and some scions of wealthy families, such as executives from Standard Chartered and HSBC.
Zeng Xiaowei is familiar to everyone. Su Dahua is known as the number one supporting actor in Hong Kong and is the go-to supporting actor for comedy master Stephen Chow.
Yang Meirun was the Miss Asia winner in 95.
I am familiar with her, not because she is particularly beautiful, but because she had an affair with the richest man in Shanghai a few years ago, and was subsequently slapped in public by the richest man's wife.
Needless to say, Guan Xiaodie, whose portrayal of Thirteen Aunt was once my dream girl, and her past relationship and scandals with Da Li are still talked about.
I was afraid that Long Nier would be suspicious of these people, so I only glanced at them twice and then focused my attention on the food.
While I was eating, my little octopus in my pocket suddenly sprang to attention and even tugged at me with its little paw.
"What's wrong?"
I looked down and asked.
For these kinds of banquets, since evening gowns are required, Long Nier had no choice but to hand Xiao Ba over to me, and I put Xiao Ba in my suit pocket.
To be honest, one of the reasons I don't like these kinds of banquets is the need to wear a suit. Actually, it's fine not to wear a suit, but if I come in a traditional Chinese suit or something similar, it's easy to attract attention, and then I'll feel even more uncomfortable.
"Chirp!"
Little Eight let out a soft cry and pointed to the center of the hall with its paw.
I glanced at it, and the person in question had arrived.
The main guests tonight are Luo Menghui and her husband Wei Haitao.
It was only when I got here that I learned that Luo Menghui's husband, Wei Haitao, was from a prominent Shan Chinese family that owned mines and casinos.
The two came to Hong Kong Island to expand their business.
As soon as I heard about expanding business, I knew what was going on; it was probably money laundering or something like that.
"Xiao Ba said that Wei Haitao has a very strong and intense aura of bloodlust, and he probably has more than one life on his hands!" Long Nier translated softly.
"Chirp!"
Xiao Ba nodded, indicating that he was right, but his eyes were full of vigilance as he looked at Wei Haitao.
"Is it very strong?" I asked.
"Chirp! Chirp!" Little Eight nodded.
"Xiao Ba said she could smell it from a long distance, and the smell was very strong!" Long Nier said.
I thought for a moment, then took out the Ghost Eye Paste, poured out a drop, rubbed it in my palm, and gently rubbed it into my eyes.
After rubbing his hands together, I looked at Wei Haitao again. I subconsciously narrowed my eyes. He was enveloped in a layer of black and red evil aura, which was so strong that it faintly glowed with a dark red light.
"Bloodlust!"
I uttered two words in shock: This was because he had killed too many people, and the resentment lingered. The fear, despair, and hatred of countless people before their deaths clung to him day after day, hardening into a blood demon.
This cannot be achieved by killing a few people; at least a hundred people must be killed to condense the Blood Demon.
Moreover, it cannot be a normal killing; it must be a torture killing to have such an effect.
Besides, there is another possibility: he might be wearing some kind of blood-fiend artifact.
Thinking of this, I glanced at Wei Haitao.
He wore a bespoke suit, had nothing around his neck, a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, and a perfectly gentle smile on his lips.
If I hadn't opened my third eye, I would never have imagined that he possessed such a strong bloodthirsty aura.
I frowned. I knew a little about the situation in Shan State.
Warlords ran rampant, and wars were frequent.
Shan State and even Siam are the largest markets for human organ trafficking in Southeast Asia, as well as the largest markets for various types of negative materials.
At that time, smartphones had just come out, and the major telecom fraud industrial parks that would later become part of the industry had not yet been built. So I was unaware that Wei Haitao would later become the representative of the Wei family, one of the four major telecom fraud families.
"Brother, we need to tell Fatty to be careful of this Wei Haitao!" Long Nier whispered.
"Um!"
I nodded, took out my phone, and called Fatty Lin.
"What's wrong, you madman?"
The phone rang once and was answered.
"I'm at the dining table, come here for a moment!"
I saw him. He was talking to Yang Meirun, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
"OK!"
Sensing something was off about my voice, Fatty Lin didn't say much and readily agreed.
After hanging up, Fatty Lin turned around, saw me, and walked over.
As soon as he arrived, Wen Haichao followed him like a leech.
"What's wrong, you madman?"
After arriving, Fatty Lin asked curiously.
"Look at that guy, can you tell anything from him?" I gestured towards Wei Haitao.
"Wow, such a strong bloodthirsty aura!"
As soon as I said that, Fatty Lin didn't hesitate. He touched his forehead, looked over, and his face immediately darkened.
"Right?" I said.
"Um!"
Fatty Lin nodded first, then exclaimed in surprise, "Why are they chatting?"
Even if Fatty Lin hadn't said anything, I had noticed it too.
At this moment, Wei Haitao was chatting and laughing with a socialite wearing a champagne-colored haute couture dress.
This socialite possesses a cool and aloof demeanor, with a business acumen that shines through her eyes. She is none other than Cai Zhimin, the daughter of toy tycoon Cai Sheng.
Because we have a good relationship with Chen Xiaoxiao, who is Cai Sheng's second wife, we are somewhat familiar with Cai Sheng's children.
Choi Chi-man is the youngest daughter of Mr. Choi. She manages the family's capital company and has risen to fame by operating shell companies for listing and offshore trusts. She is recognized as a financial expert in Hong Kong.
What does it mean that she and Wei Haitao were chatting and laughing?