Chapter 133 Honest Body

The Rose Holy Sanctuary is known for its enchanting bar.

The glass swirled with the orange-yellow "Aurora City Boozer," a favorite strong liquor of Aurora City, with several square ice cubes turning in it, but Ma Tan didn't drink; his face was grim as he brooded over his thoughts.

All the bad luck he'd had recently could be traced back to that masquerade ball and Wang Feng. That Wang guy was getting more and more successful, and the important question was, why was he the only one suffering?

This was absolutely intolerable. Sitting around waiting to die wasn't Ma Tan's style; taking the initiative was the way to go.

They were supposed to meet at six in the evening, but it was already half past six, and the seat across from him remained empty.

Was she not planning to come?

Ma Tan's face turned even darker, and he agitatedly swirled the glass in his hand. If this were before, that woman would never dare to stand him up like this.

Swish...

The sliding door finally opened, and Rachel walked in with a smile, "Sorry, there was something at the council that delayed me."

She wasn't wearing her Holy Sanctuary uniform here, opting for something casual yet modest, which reminded Ma Tan of the first time Rachel had invited him here, to this very spot, where her chest seemed about to burst out.

That vase, now acting all high and mighty and even gaining Luo Lan's trust.

"So I told you not to take on this minister role." Ma Tan's gloomy expression vanished the moment she entered, and he stood up with a smile to pour Rachel a drink: "Making yourself so busy, you can't even eat properly. Why put yourself through all this stress? Look, I ordered your favorite..."

Sitting down, she smiled and interrupted Ma Tan: "President has some matters to attend to later, so let's get straight to the point."

Ma Tan's enthusiasm faltered slightly, and he chuckled awkwardly: "No wonder you're a minister now; you've become quite efficient and talk with more authority."

Rachel smiled as she watched Ma Tan put the glass back and sit down calmly: "I just need a small favor."

Wang Feng now had Karida backing him, and even the deans of the three major divisions. He couldn't be touched lightly. The only option was to target his Old Wang team.

But the two Beastmen couldn't be touched; Karida wanted to protect them, and no one in Aurora City would dare to harm them. Nor could Nuoyu be touched; despite his weakness, he was still an Elite Second Generation, and the power behind him was beyond Ma Tan's reach. As for Winnie Lee... Ma Tan didn't even dare to think about it.

"That leaves Fantasia, a fat nobody without any background. He's the only weak link in that broken team, and using him is the only way to truly strike at Wang Feng's rising star." Ma Tan patiently explained: "And dealing with Fantasia should be easy for you."

"Ma Tan, I'm not comfortable with this." Rachel smiled gently: "You know I'm the minister of the Gun Institute Academy now; every word and action is scrutinized. It's different now."

"Are you trying to act tough, Minister Rachel?"

Smack!

Ma Tan slapped the table, grinning menacingly: "I know everything about you. Do you want me to spread it around for free?"

"You need to understand, I'm not Wang Feng." Rachel's tone remained calm, showing no anger: "With your character, do you really think others will believe you?"

Becoming the minister of the Gun Institute Academy required not just Luo Lan's support but also Rachel's own popularity. Only a few knew her background, and if she were truly mud, she wouldn't have risen to this position.

"Also, are you sure you want to go against President Luo Lan? I'm helping him manage the Gun Institute, which is crucial for his votes. If you can't help now, but choose to slander me, do you think Luo Lan will let you off?"

Rachel looked at the enraged man in front of her with disdain: "Do you even deserve to oppose him?"

Ma Tan's face flickered with uncertainty, mostly due to shock.

Not because of what Rachel said, but because of her attitude.

Her former compliance was just a facade. For the first time, Ma Tan saw a strength and ambition in her eyes that didn't belong to her.

Really, riding on someone else's coattails...

It seemed he couldn't intimidate her. After his emotions settled, Ma Tan regained his composure: "Ha, Lei Lei, don't be like this. We've had our moments, and besides, this isn't just for me. This is what the president wants."

"If he has any requests, he'll tell me himself."

"Don't you understand him? Some things he can't say directly." Ma Tan smiled: "Wang Feng has already secured the support of the three major divisions. Though they're few, if they feel hopeless and join forces with Ning Zhiyuan, they'll become a thorn in the president's side, the biggest obstacle to his campaign!"

Rachel remained silent. The logic wasn't complicated. Ma Tan's claim of the president's orders was false, but Wang Feng's threat to Luo Lan was real. She owed everything to Luo Lan and was more concerned about his victory than he was himself.

"What's your plan?"

Ma Tan's spirits lifted: "Simple. Ruin Fantasia's reputation and shift the blame onto Wang Feng's team. If Wang Feng fires him due to the scandal, we move to step two. If he doesn't fire him, his team will be tainted, making it impossible for Wang Feng to explain to the principal."

"Get to the point. How?"

"Invite him to dinner, then make him streak or something to disgrace the school!"

Rachel sneered: "Do you think that's enough? They're already at rock bottom, and more scandals won't bother them. The only one who'll suffer is my reputation."

"What do you suggest?" Ma Tan was speechless.

Rachel pondered for a moment: "If we do this, we must ensure he can't recover. Invite him to dinner, and you prepare some aphrodisiacs, a small dose."

Ma Tan chuckled: "Good idea. Make him look terrible. Ha, they're finished!"

Rachel glanced at the elated Ma Tan, feeling deep contempt. The once-admired man now seemed utterly incompetent and childish, evoking a strange sense of conquest and satisfaction within her.

"I'll drink it myself." Rachel said slowly: "Wait outside, and when the time is right, barge in and catch him. He'll be accused of drugging and raping me, and you'll save me."

Pausing briefly, Rachel smiled: "Then I'll be the sympathetic victim, you the heroic rescuer, and he the despicable rapist. A triple win, with no chance for anyone to recover!"

Ma Tan stared, dumbfounded, unable to respond.

His plan was merely to embarrass the other, the harshest thing he could think of. But Rachel wanted Fantasia dead... Damn, that was truly ruthless!

Ma Tan swallowed hard, looking at Rachel with newfound wariness: "That's brutal! Ha, Lei Lei, your skills are better than your bed skills..."

"Senior Ma Tan." Rachel interrupted him, giving Ma Tan a cold look: "I'll help you this time, but it's the last. And I don't want to hear such nonsense from you again, or don't blame me for not being sentimental!"

"Not bad, Minister!" Ma Tan laughed and slapped his own face. "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!"

Rachel ignored him and turned to leave. Watching her alluring back, the smile on Ma Tan's face vanished as if by magic...

...

Old Wang has been very pleased recently. With the support of the three auxiliary institutes, Old Wang's approval rating is now approaching 20%.

Of course, even more satisfying is the sales of Hawk Eyes from Tai Kun's side. The thousand bottles probably won't last half a month. After just a few days, Tai Kun sent someone to urge him. This is far more profitable than selling potions directly; it's almost equivalent to ten percent of Aurora City's potion market. And this is just the beginning. Once things stabilize, selling several thousand bottles a month will be no problem!

Tai Kun's first payment has already come in, a total of 210,000 euros.

Old Wang's abacus clicked loudly as he energetically calculated the accounts. Apart from the original costs, he also had to deduct half the material costs that Pharmar had promised to cover. After all, he needed to maintain a long-term cooperation with the Institute of Potions. A steady stream is better than a sudden flood; otherwise, the institute wouldn't be able to sustain such monthly operations.

Thanks to the success rate of the Institute of Potions, after deducting all costs, there's still a profit of over 50,000 euros. Once the potion disciples improve their skills and Azan Bancha provides higher-quality herbs at better prices, this number could double. This is just the income for ten days. Although it's still a bit short of the goal of two million euros, it finally gives Old Wang hope.

Old Wang decided to celebrate properly, relieve some of the minor stress he's been under, and take these young brothers out to broaden their horizons and strengthen their bonds.

Fantezi was excited when he heard there would be drinks. After cautiously confirming that Old Wang really had money, his face turned red with excitement. Wu Di didn't have any objections, but Nuoyu hesitated, "Captain, we are Holy Sanctuary disciples. Going to a bar..."

Damn, what kind of people are these! Am I now a babysitter?

Old Wang felt a headache coming on.

"Nuoyu, the headmaster taught us to be close to our orc brothers. You can't let it be an empty slogan. We must put it into action!" Old Wang patted Nuoyu's shoulder earnestly and assured him, "This Silver Bar is run by orcs, a completely legitimate place. I'll introduce you to a good friend from the Eight Legions!"

Hei Wukai was off somewhere, so apart from him, the only brother from the Eight Legions left was Mo Tong. After all, safety comes first when traveling. Without Kai, there's always Tong.

"I'm not going!" Mo Tong looked annoyed. Hearing about an orc place made him angry, reminding him of unpleasant memories. But orc snacks were pretty good: "What kind of messed-up place is that! Drinking orc alcohol? Does it compare to our Datura Empire's fine wine? Hei Wukai is too careless. I definitely won't be like him..."

He rambled all the way to the entrance of the Silver Bar. Not only did Old Wang ignore him, but even Fantezi couldn't stand it anymore.

This guy says no with his mouth but yes with his body.

The Silver Bar is also one of Tai Kun's properties, and it's Old Wang's first time here.

Considering these guys' tender faces, this place is relatively 'legitimate' compared to the Beast and Black Iron bars. Of course, it only means no on-site activities and no excessive teasing of the girls on stage.

It was just after midnight snack time, the perfect hour for nightlife. As soon as they entered, they heard the deafening drum beats and cheers of many orcs.

On the central stage of the bar, seven or eight orc girls were performing a hot dance unique to their race. They danced around a wooden sculpture in orc form, but this sculpture had particularly exaggerated male features. The orcs revered such aspects, and the girls' slender waists performed various challenging moves, showcasing their curvaceous figures.

The group of young men immediately blushed and their blood raced. Except for Nuoyu, who kept his eyes straight ahead, Fantezi couldn't tear his eyes away, his mouth agape. Wu Di was red-faced and looking down, while Mo Tong, for the first time, closed his mouth and widened his eyes: Damn, no wonder Hei Wukai likes coming here... Orcs aren't as ugly as I thought.

Old Wang took everything in, unable to help laughing and feeling somewhat nostalgic, as if remembering his own youthful days.