Under One Person: God Profiler

"Xingtong, what are you doing? Where's Uncle Ye?"

Feng Xingtong gave a bitter smile: "Uncle Ye has been killed."

"died?"

"No, I'm just a little suffocated..."

Feng Xingtong said with great uncertainty.

"That's good."

This conversation stunned Zhang Chulan. "Holy crap! That's good? I'm suffocating, bro!"

"I really don't want to fight you anymore. If I fight again, you'll die. I'm just looking for Zhang Chulan!"

Bao'er Jie!

Zhang Chulan was shocked.

Pushing through the crowd, she ran towards the lobby. There stood a girl with disheveled hair and numerous wounds, with a blood-soaked figure crawling in front of her.

"Sister Bao'er!"

Zhang Chulan called out, and the woman froze, looked at Zhang Chulan, and then ran over.

Xia Linyuan subconsciously began to observe the woman.

After a moment of stunned silence, not a single color appeared.

His gaze was sharp and clear, yet restrained. His physique was graceful and ethereal. His muscles showed no signs of artificial enhancement.

How could there be no change at all!

Could it be that this woman was born looking like this?

Chapter 15 A bitter plot?

This truly baffled Xia Linyuan. There is no absolute stillness in the world; everything is in motion at all times, and as long as there is motion, it will leave a trace.

This girl is perfectly integrated, a masterpiece of nature.

How could Zhang Chulan know someone like this...? Why is he staring at the girl's chest?!

rude!

"You! Let me think about it first. Since you've apologized to me, you have to listen to me from now on."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

"No matter what, you have to listen to me!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

Zhang Chulan stroked his chin, thinking to himself, 'They bullied me so much before; I need to find a way to get revenge.'

"You stay right here and don't move until I've thought it through!"

"All right."

"You know how powerful I am!"

"I know, I know."

The girl nodded very obediently.

"After talking for so long, he only dared to make her stand as punishment. How afraid is Zhang Chulan of that girl?" an official muttered quietly.

Xia Linyuan looked over and asked, "Who is this girl? Do you know her?"

Feng Xingtong chuckled: "Brother Yuan, why don't you take a guess?"

Xia Linyuan didn't say anything, he just looked at Feng Xingtong.

Being stared at by a handsome and refined man, Feng Xingtong felt a surge of pressure. A blush crept across her face as she turned away and chuckled, "Hehehe, her name is Feng Baobao. I think she works for Na Du Tong. My sister considers her a formidable rival."

'It goes everywhere!'

Xia Linyuan felt a chill run down his spine; Zhang Chulan had actually fought his way through the World Society.

Feng Baobao looks disheveled, but she only suffered some scratches and abrasions, and it seems she still has energy to spare.

Such combat power suggests they are not ordinary employees.

Temporary worker?

If we can win over the temporary workers in North China, or rather, seize their weaknesses, then we'll have someone to rely on when the company decides to discard them after they've served their purpose.

Mr. Xiao, thank me.

Thinking of this, Xia Linyuan secretly took a picture of Feng Baobao with his phone.

熟料

Feng Baobao seemed unexpectedly sensitive to the camera and looked right at us.

It just so happens that it took a picture of her face.

Xia Linyuan's handsome eyebrows were slightly raised.

'A good girl, she even knows how to find the camera herself.'

'This keen sense makes me even more convinced that she's a temporary worker.'

"President Feng, I'm sorry, you've been very kind to me, but I think I still have to go back. The previous misunderstanding with the company was purely a misunderstanding, and as you can see, I've already signed a contract with that company. Please forgive me." Zhang Chulan said to the middle-aged man with white hair with a wry smile.

"Zhang Chulan...do you think the World Society is something you can just come and go as you please?!" The middle-aged man was like an enraged lion, black energy emanating from his body, his aura overwhelming.

'This is the Spirit Summoning Technique... Feng Zhenghao, the leader of the World Society.'

From Xia Linyuan's perspective, a blue color symbolizing wisdom and courage gradually appeared on Feng Zhenghao's face, along with a righteous black that enveloped his eye sockets, a ruthless yellow, and a treacherous pale white that hung at the corners of his mouth, making him look quite disheveled.

As for Zhang Chulan, his eyes were glazed over... he was terrified.

Help him? Besides, Feng Zhenghao didn't show any violent green, meaning he wasn't angry and wouldn't actually make a move.

If I were to intervene while Zhang Chulan's safety is guaranteed, it would be a losing proposition...

First, it would expose one's own strength.

Secondly, it would put the president of the World Society in an awkward position, and might backfire.

Third, it will make Zhang Chulan feel distant from me, thus causing him to avoid me.

It's probably best to wait and see for now...

Feng Zhenghao slowly slammed down his black aura, and Zhang Chulan closed his eyes and steeled his resolve: "President, my mind is made up!"

Feng Zhenghao paused, the black aura slowly dissipating, and then hooked his arm around Zhang Chulan's shoulder: "Hahaha, you little brat, are you trying to play dirty with me? You think I'm so high-ranking that I can't lose face by actually killing you!"

"Huh!? Hahaha....."

"President, you're the real expert! You saw right through my little scheme..." Zhang Chulan said with a forced smile.

"Even so, at your age, there aren't many who wouldn't submit to my Qi!"

"I'm really growing to like you more and more!" Feng Zhenghao said with a hearty smile, waving his hand. "Alright! I can't bear to hurt you! You and that girl can go now!"

"Oh! President, you're such a generous person! Thank you so much, President!" Zhang Chulan said obsequiously, swaying her alluring figure.

"Wait!" The blood-soaked figure slowly rose to her feet, two purple high heels still pinned to her head. "Little girl, we're not done yet!"

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly and slowly walked forward: "Yes, you two aren't done yet." With that, he pulled the high heel off the man's head, two streams of blood shooting into the air. Xia Linyuan, without changing his expression, turned and walked to Feng Baobao, gentlemanly placing the shoe in front of him.

"Miss Feng, I've brought your shoes back to you."

Feng Baobao's face turned pale instantly, and it seemed as if a ghost was slowly emerging from her mouth.

Xia Linyuan's heart skipped a beat: 'This girl is afraid of high heels!'

Then, with a light touch of his toe, the two high heels snapped in two, turning them into flat heels: "Seeing that the young lady is injured and should not wear high heels, I took the liberty of cutting them into flat heels. I hope Miss Feng will not take offense."

Upon hearing this, Feng Baobao immediately perked up, her eyes sparkling, and she nodded vigorously, her gaze towards Xia Linyuan filled with admiration.

Xia Linyuan realized at this moment that the girl in front of him seemed to be not very bright.

But even though his emotions were clearly written on his face, not a single color showed.

Has my illness been completely cured?

Thinking of this, Xia Linyuan looked at Zhang Chulan, and then all sorts of distorted colors gushed out, disgusting and ugly. He truly couldn't understand how a cultivator's mind could be so chaotic! His distracting thoughts were even more numerous than those of ordinary people!

Xia Linyuan closed his eyes, turned to look at Feng Baobao, and immediately felt much more at ease.

Zhang Chulan looked puzzled. Why did his older brother glance at him and then close his eyes?

"You're all fucking messing with me! You think I'm an idiot!" the red-haired man roared angrily, his anger rising to the point that blood gushed from the two holes in his head, making it look like he had two playful bright red braids.

"Ha... Master Jia, you should just give up... Everything's alright here, you should go and heal your wounds!"

Seeing the man's serious injuries, Feng Zhenghao said with concern.

"Fuck you, Feng Zhenghao! Stop talking nonsense! I'm going to kill them both today!"

The man seemed blinded by rage; dark spots crawled up his cheeks. To Xia Linyuan, these spots represented murderous intent, and also the lividity of a dead person.

A hint of crimson flashed in Xia Linyuan's eyes, and he remained silent.