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Chapter 532: Deep into the Demonic Cave
When the girl saw Qi Tongwei, a light flashed in her eyes, as if she had discovered new prey.
She came over with a smile on her face, and there was an elusive meaning in her smile.
Every time she took a step, the little decorations on her body made a slight sound.
She walked up to Qi Tongwei and stopped. She tilted her head slightly and said in a deliberately gentle voice, "You look good. Would you like to go out for a walk later?"
Qi Tongwei frowned instantly. He never expected that a teenager could say such words.
In his opinion, children of this age should be innocent, but the girl in front of him was so precocious, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
His stomach felt like it was churning with sour water, and he felt indescribably nauseous.
But Qi Tongwei's brain calmed down in an instant, and he knew clearly where he was.
This is the girl's territory. There are probably countless pairs of eyes around her, like poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness, secretly observing her reaction.
If you show any inappropriate reaction, you may expose your identity and put yourself in danger.
So he immediately pretended to blush and lower his head in shyness, like an innocent boy.
His face quickly turned red, and the red spread from his cheeks to his ears, like a ripe apple.
He didn't dare look directly at the girl, but only glanced at her furtively, then quickly lowered his head, his hands unconsciously fiddling with the corners of his clothes, and stammered, "Ah? This, this is not good."
There was a nervousness and shyness in his voice, as if he was actually frightened by what the girl said.
When the girl saw Qi Tongwei's cowardly look, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.
She made no effort to conceal her disdain and snorted, "What a useless fool."
Although her voice was not loud, it was particularly clear in the quiet room.
Qi Tongwei still kept his head down, pretending to be even more at a loss after being humiliated.
But in his lowered eyes, a barely perceptible calmness flashed across his face.
He knew that he had to continue to play this role well in order to continue lurking in this dangerous place and looking for opportunities to complete his mission.
Qi Tongwei looked at the girl's back and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was glad that he had just successfully handled the tricky situation without revealing any flaws.
However, before he could completely relax, Lao Dao glared at him fiercely.
His eyes were full of disgust and dissatisfaction, as if Qi Tongwei was an extremely annoying person to him.
Lao Dao suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Qi Tongwei hard.
Qi Tongwei was caught off guard and staggered back several steps.
His feet frantically searched for support on the ground, and he finally stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He could only hurriedly reach out to hold on to the wall to barely stand firm.
A surge of anger surged in Qi Tongwei's heart. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into the flesh of his palms.
He raised his head and looked at Lao Dao with a hint of suppressed anger in his eyes.
Lao Dao looked at him provocatively, with a hint of sneer on his lips, and said: "What's the matter, do you still want to attack me?"
Qi Tongwei knew that now was not the time to conflict with Lao Dao, so he had to continue disguising himself.
So, he forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, put on an embarrassed expression, and said, "How dare I? The ground is too slippery. It's my own fault."
Just as Lao Dao turned around and was about to leave, Qi Tongwei took advantage of the moment he turned around and quickly picked up a grain of rice that he had secretly hidden from the folds of his clothes.
His movements were as fast as lightning. With a flick of his finger, the grain of rice shot accurately towards Lao Dao's calf.
Lao Dao had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf. The pain was as if a sharp drill was stirring wildly in his bones, and the piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body.
His face turned pale in an instant, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, his body leaned forward uncontrollably, and finally he fell to the ground sweating profusely.
Seeing this, Qi Tongwei was secretly happy, but he pretended to be concerned and went forward to comfort her.
He hurried over to Lao Dao, squatted down, and asked with concern in his eyes: "What's wrong? Why did your leg suddenly cramp?"
There was just the right amount of concern in his voice, like someone who genuinely cared about their companions.
Lao Dao was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He could only roll around on the ground, holding his calves tightly with both hands, trying to relieve the unbearable pain.
While pretending to comfort Lao Dao, Qi Tongwei was silently thinking about his next plan in his mind.
He knew that although this little trick of his had temporarily put Lao Dao in pain, it might also cause some unnecessary trouble, so he had to be more careful.
Lao Dao grabbed Qi Tongwei's collar, his hands clamped tightly like iron pliers, and his finger joints turned white from the force.
He raised his head viciously, his eyes bloodshot, and gnashed his teeth as he said, "Is it you? It must be you who did this."
Qi Tongwei's face was instantly filled with panic, his eyes wide open, filled with innocence and fear.
His body trembled slightly, and he stammered, "Brother Dao, how could it be me?"
"Look, the brothers are all here, and I didn't do anything."
As he spoke, he secretly observed Lao Dao's expression with the corner of his eye, while also paying attention to the reactions of the people around him.
When Lao Dao heard Qi Tongwei's words, although he was still full of doubts, he still turned his gaze to the people around him for confirmation.
Those people were originally a little overwhelmed by the scene of Lao Dao suddenly falling to the ground. Now after seeing Lao Dao's look, they all shook their heads.
One of them scratched his head and said in confusion, "Brother Dao, we really didn't see what Brother Qi did."
"He was just standing there, doing nothing, and you suddenly collapsed. We were also puzzled."
Another person echoed, "Yeah, Brother Dao. We're all here. If Brother Qi did anything, we'd definitely see it."
Qi Tongwei laughed in his heart, thinking it would be strange if they could see it.
I just put my hands in my pockets and cleverly flicked out the grain of rice through a tiny hole in my clothes.
The whole action was done in one go and was very covert. To others, it seemed as if he had done nothing.
When Lao Dao saw that everyone around him said this, although the doubts in his heart were not completely eliminated, it was not a good idea to continue to pursue Qi Tongwei.
He loosened his grip on Qi Tongwei's collar, still mumbling, "What the hell is going on? Is it really my own fault?"
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of confusion and unwillingness.
Qi Tongwei straightened his collar, which was messed up by Lao Dao, and said with an innocent expression on his face, "Brother Dao, you may have twisted it accidentally or had a cramp."
"Please take a rest first and see if you feel better."
His words were full of concern, but in his heart he was thinking about how to use this opportunity to further obtain more information or create a situation that is more favorable to himself.
At this moment, a man with a serious expression slowly walked out of the house.
He was thin and looked like he could be blown down by a gust of wind, but he exuded an aura that could not be ignored.
His face was as sharp as a knife, with cold lines, and his eyes revealed a deep scheming, as if hiding endless secrets.
When Lao Dao saw him, he was like a puppy that was suddenly scolded by its owner. He immediately wilted like an eggplant hit by frost.
His head lowered involuntarily, his eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look the man in the eye. His original arrogance disappeared without a trace, and his mouth was tightly closed, not daring to say a word.
The man's gaze stayed on Lao Dao for a moment, then moved to Qi Tongwei.
He looked up and down at Qi Tongwei as if he was examining a piece of merchandise.
After a while, he slowly said, "You are Ah Qi."
His voice was low and hoarse, yet it held an unquestionable authority.
Qi Tongwei's heart tightened, but his face remained calm.
He nodded and replied respectfully, "Yes, Boss."
He knew that the man in front of him must have a very high status in this criminal gang, and he had to be careful in dealing with him.
The man nodded slightly, then said, "Come with me."
His tone was calm, but it had a power that was irresistible.
Qi Tongwei looked at Lao Dao, trying to get some information from his expression.
Lao Dao's expression at this moment was very complicated. It was hard to tell whether he was excited or vicious. He looked a little hideous.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was sneering, or as if he was expecting something to happen.
He had a gloating mentality.
Qi Tongwei withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and then followed the man into the house.
He knew that he was about to face greater challenges, but he believed that he could handle it with ease, continue to go deep into the core of the criminal gang, obtain more intelligence, and eventually catch them all in one fell swoop.
Qi Tongwei followed the man into the house, and a faint scent of ink mixed with an indescribable oppressive atmosphere hit him in the face.
The space inside the house is quite spacious, and the floor is covered with smooth marble tiles. Each piece seems to have been carefully selected and spliced together tightly, reflecting a cold and hard luster under the light.
On one side of the room stood a huge mahogany desk, on which were placed various calligraphy utensils, the inkstone filled with thick ink, and the brushes neatly inserted in the pen holder.
A man in his fifties with a big belly was standing in front of the desk, concentrating on writing calligraphy.
The brush in his hand moves lightly across the rice paper, and each stroke flows smoothly and is completed in one go.
The calligraphy is indeed good. The characters are strong and powerful yet flexible, and the echoes and connections between the strokes are just right.
The walls are hung with a wide variety of collections, including colorful oil paintings, ancient porcelain, and some exquisite wood carvings, every detail of which is carved in great detail.
Directly opposite the door, there is a huge sheep horn hanging.
Below the sheep's head is a calligraphy of "Shede". These two words are written particularly eye-catchingly, with vigorous and powerful strokes, revealing a unique charm.
However, in this place full of sin, Qi Tongwei felt that these two words were written with the blood of others.
These two words should symbolize an open-minded state of mind, but here, they seem like a satire on their evil deeds. They abandoned their humanity and gained wealth and benefits, but behind this is the pain and sacrifice of countless people.
The other person looked at Qi Tongwei with a kind face, and there was an expression in his eyes that seemed gentle but unpredictable.
He smiled and asked, "Do you like this calligraphy?"
Qi Tongwei's heart moved, he knew this was a good opportunity to get closer.
He quickly adjusted his expression, revealing a slightly shy smile, and said awkwardly, "I'm just an outsider and don't understand anything, but I just think your writing is really good."
There was just the right amount of sincerity in his voice.
After hearing what Qi Tongwei said, the other party burst into laughter.
His laughter echoed in the room, sounding very hearty.
After the man finished laughing, he stared at Qi Tongwei and continued to ask, "Then tell me, which one is better?"
Qi Tongwei's heart tightened, he knew he couldn't reveal the truth.
His mind raced as he looked back at the calligraphy. Pretending to ponder carefully, he spoke slowly, "Look at this character '舍'. The left stroke is like a sword unsheathed, full of power, yet not overly rigid. Paired with the following strokes, it creates a sense of both strength and softness."
"Look at the character '得' again. The right stroke resembles the satisfaction of a person after a harvest, giving off a sense of calmness."
"The whole character looks very logically laid out, with each stroke seemingly in its proper place, like a carefully orchestrated chess game, which is very pleasing to the eye."
As Qi Tongwei spoke, he secretly observed the other person's expression, hoping that his answer would satisfy the other person and thus further gain their trust.