Chapter 143 Flirting with Little Dada

Wang Feng felt delighted upon hearing this. "Great, great! It would be best if it's close protection. Then I'd really be devoted to you."

Karida gritted her teeth. This guy was getting bolder and even dared to tease her. If she didn't know that he had always been like this, she would have taught him a lesson. But things couldn't go back to how they were before. In the entire Rose Holy Sanctuary, the only person who truly understood her was Wang Feng. Even Lan Tian merely followed orders, while this guy in front of her completely understood her and knew exactly where to draw the line. His actions belied his age.

He handled runes, concocted potions, and crafted weapons. Apart from fighting, there seemed to be nothing he couldn't do. He also gathered allies around him. Karida knew he had secrets, but everyone had secrets. One thing she did know was that despite his humble origins, he was genuinely loyal to the Holy Sanctuary.

"You, at least you're now the president of the Autonomous Council. Try not to be so frivolous," Karida shook her head.

If anyone else had acted like Wang Feng, they wouldn't have gained her trust. However, Karida wasn't just anyone. Her own rebellious nature was beyond imagination, and she had her own way of judging people. Since Wang Feng had such abilities, she wanted to see how far he could go.

She could have kept the matter of the award from Wang Feng, but she didn't. There were two reasons: one, it deserved recognition and provided protection for Wang Feng; the other, it was a form of encouragement, as he was notoriously lazy and would never take initiative unless forced.

Of course, she wouldn't tell Wang Feng about this. People needed to be intimidated sometimes.

Old Wang noticed that Karida didn't scold him and felt a bit out of place. Sigh, looks like Sister Da is being charmed by my charisma. He nodded with a smile. "Sister Da, don't worry, I understand!"

"What do you understand?" Karida looked at him, sensing something ominous.

"Once the mission is over, I'll step down. I'm alive for Sister Da, dead for Sister Da. Power and wealth mean nothing to me. Tomorrow, I'll resign as president and let someone you approve take over."

"You...!" Karida was both amused and exasperated. "The election is public voting. Now that you've been chosen, you're stuck with it. Besides, everyone knows I supported you. Quitting now, what are you thinking?"

"Ah, Sister Da, you chose me from the start. I knew it. Even if the world misunderstands me, you understand me the most." Old Wang teased her, finding it amusing to flirt with her.

Karida wanted to punch him and make him understand why flowers were red, but... it seemed the opportunity had passed. She thought about it—what was he now?

Her confidant, the president of the Autonomous Council, a recipient of two medals. Anyone knew that Wang Feng was her representative. If anything happened to him, she would bear the responsibility.

They looked at each other and suddenly understood. Everything before didn't matter anymore. This was why Old Wang was smug. With his brain, he had figured it out after receiving the medal.

Death Rose might be ruthless to enemies, but to their own, especially those who had fought and bled for her, plus Yan Ruoyu's confirmation, she could only argue verbally.

Ha, little Sister Da, the tables have turned.

Karida ignored Wang Feng's smug look and changed her tone. "The position of president suits you well. It represents the face of Rose and me. You must not only take it but excel in it!"

"Sister Da, rest assured. Since it's your face, I will definitely do my best!"

Karida nodded, a slight smile on her lips. "The position means power. I heard you've been making waves in the Institute of Potions. Made quite a profit, right?"

Another round of negotiation began. Karida wouldn't threaten Wang Feng anymore, but she knew he had weaknesses, like greed!

Old Wang's wallet tightened. "Wrong, Sister Da, who's spreading rumors behind my back? This is a huge injustice!"

"As I said last time, it was purely out of guilt for the Institute of Potions!" Old Wang protested. "I initially aimed for a win-win situation, to make use of the formula and help you earn some money. But who knew I couldn't sell it as an original? It's tough for me too!"

Karida smiled as Wang Feng performed. "I heard you have good relations with the Beastmen and the Eight Clans. You're thriving."

"Cough, cough, all for the people."

"Enough with the nonsense. As long as you don't harm the Holy Sanctuary's interests, I don't care what you do. But as president, you need to achieve results. Give it your all!"

...

Leaving the principal's office, Wang Feng felt much better. Sister Da was finally charmed by his charisma. Sigh, thinking about her crying after he left made him feel... good.

Black Iron Bar, undoubtedly the fastest and safest channel for Old Wang to cash out. He took it seriously. Tai Kun said an important figure would meet him tonight. What was with the secrecy? He thought Tai Kun was already the Beastman leader here.

It seemed today's meeting was either a trap or an opportunity. Money moves hearts. Since coming here, Old Wang felt the world's malice, as if he had forgotten his protagonist's halo.

But he still had to go. After all, fortune favors the bold. It could be about expanding the market, which wasn't something Tai Kun could decide alone.

During the day, he wandered around as usual. When he went to the training hall in the afternoon, Fantasia mentioned Rachel.

Rachel had approached him, wanting to start over, but was rejected by A Xi Ba. Despite the insomnia, he still refused her.

Old Wang was quite pleased. How did the song go? Even a foolish child grows up eventually. A Xi Ba not only truly understood but also matured.

However, Fantasia mentioned another thing. Rachel was struggling in the Gun Institute Academy and begged Fantasia, for the sake of their past night together, to ask Wang Feng not to go against her.

"What do you think?" Wang Feng asked with a smile.

"Forget it," Fantasia said without hesitation, looking relieved. "Regardless, she was once my first love. But we don't need to deliberately help her."

Wang Feng patted Fantasia. "A Xi, every experience is a necessity. No need to hate or regret. Something better awaits you."

Fantasia pondered. "A Feng, you seem much cooler since becoming president."

"Fantasia, come over, it's your turn!" Black Wu Kai yelled from afar. When idle, Black Wu Kai enjoyed training them, perhaps a quirk of geniuses.

At night, the Beastmen waited for Wang Feng at the Holy Sanctuary entrance. Considering his safety after the assassination attempt, Tai Kun ensured full escort whenever he met Wang Feng.

Riding in a special Beastman-drawn carriage, accompanied by strong bodyguards like Long Er, Wang Feng felt secure.

In just a few days, Black Iron Bar's business had boomed even more. The hall was packed, with no empty seats or standing room. More humans were present, and Tai Kun's banners advertising 'Kuang Ji' series were everywhere. The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and loud music.

Long Er led Wang Feng into Tai Kun's office, shutting the door, blocking out the noise outside.

The office wasn't large. Two tall Beastmen leaned against the cabinet near the door, smiling at Wang Feng. The atmosphere was pleasant, suggesting it wasn't a trap. ... Could he really be that charming?

Wang Feng found these two familiar-looking, but Beastmen's features were hard for humans to distinguish. These were mere lackeys, so he didn't pay much attention.

At the desk, a gray-haired Beastman sat facing away, with Tai Kun beside him, whispering.

Hearing the door open, Tai Kun straightened up, and the chair slowly turned, revealing a kind-faced elder Beastman.

Wang Feng widened his eyes and mouth, pointing. "Hey, you're..."

"Good to see you again, Brother Wang," the elder Beastman smiled. "We meet again."

Another familiar face!

Old Wang patted his head and suddenly remembered: this was the old beastman who had once helped him with his cart, and he had also helped them out of a jam on the street!

The old orc used to wear tattered clothes, but now in a new outfit, he was almost unrecognizable.

Holy shit, is this guy a big shot?

Does a big shot act like this, going around pulling carts? Do you think you're the leader of the Beggars' Sect? What was his name again?

"Brother Wu!" Old Wang clapped his hand and shouted the name of the old orc. He also recalled the two orcs at the door who had been grinning at him; they were the same fiery-tempered individuals who had accompanied the old orc during the altercation on the street the last time.