"Excuse me, sir and madam, we have an event tonight that requires an invitation to enter," the security guard at the door stopped them, preventing Ning Beichen and Luo Yingying from entering.
"We have an invitation." Luo Yingying flashed her palm in front of him, and the security guard, as if truly seeing an invitation, respectfully invited Ning Beichen and Luo Yingying inside. Luo Yingying's display made Ning Beichen envious. While he could also do it, it certainly wasn't as effortless or as fast as Luo Yingying, requiring immense spiritual power.
Ning Beichen and Luo Yingying entered the domed building. A charity gala was apparently being held there tonight, and Frank was scheduled to attend and give a speech. The gala hadn't started yet, but many guests and reporters had already arrived. Ning Beichen and Luo Yingying's entrance attracted considerable attention. Firstly, they were of Eastern descent, and secondly, attendees of this evening's charity banquet were mostly people of status. However, the attention wasn't focused on Ning Beichen, handsome as he was; it was directed more towards Luo Yingying. Beauty is universally appreciated, transcending borders, especially when it comes to a stunning woman. Although Eastern and Western aesthetics differ, the perception of beauty is a shared experience. Most importantly, Luo Yingying's ethereal and refined Eastern elegance was highly captivating to these Westerners.
"Hi, miss, hello, my name is James. May I know you?" a man in a full designer suit approached Luo Yingying fervently. Their personalities weren't as reserved as Easterners; they would boldly approach someone they liked.
"No." Although Luo Yingying couldn't speak foreign languages, after being with Ning Beichen for so many days, she had picked up a few simple words.
"What a pity, beautiful lady. I am the supervisor of the Anton Agency. Here is my business card. If you're interested in investment, feel free to call me anytime." In broad daylight, the man refrained from being shameless and harassing her, instead confidently handing Luo Yingying his business card, believing she would surely be interested. No one in this world dislikes money, and he was someone who could help people generate it. Thus, normally, girls, women, and even older women would treat him as an honored guest. However, this time, he had chosen the wrong person. Luo Yingying flicked her finger slightly, and his card turned to dust.
"Boring," Luo Yingying said to Ning Beichen.
"Just bear with it. This is Western high society," Ning Beichen said nonchalantly. It wasn't just her; even Ning Beichen had been approached by quite a few noblewomen. Fortunately, the people inside were all elites of the upper class; they wouldn't resort to the behavior of street thugs who would pull out weapons and attack your entire family without a word. Even after being rejected, they would merely express a look of regret, at least not doing what thugs would do. Of course, this wasn't about character, but about the occasion; after all, with so many reporters present, they wouldn't want their reputation tarnished.
"Is this what they call high society? Truly disappointing," Luo Yingying said with a hint of disgust.
"That's because you're too beautiful. If you were ugly, they wouldn't even bother with you," Ning Beichen said with a cheeky smile, patting her back.
"Nonsense." Luo Yingying rolled her eyes at Ning Beichen but secretly felt a surge of joy. No woman dislikes hearing compliments. If there is one, compliment her a few more times, and she is bound to fall. Ever since coming to this world with Ning Beichen, Luo Yingying had changed considerably. She was less driven by deep hatred and grudges and no longer pestered Ning Beichen daily to rebuild the Flying Immortal Sect. She probably realized that establishing a sect in this world was a dead end, and few were willing to cultivate.
Not long after, the charity gala began. What they called a charity gala was merely a game for the rich, a game, to be frank, of buying fame with money. As for whether the donations would entirely reach those in need, they wouldn't concern themselves with such matters. Ning Beichen and Luo Yingying were helpless, but since Frank hadn't appeared yet, they could only wait patiently. Just as they were both dozing off from boredom and impatience, they saw the reporters present suddenly erupt in cheers. A man in a white suit walked in from the VIP entrance, accompanied by two stunning blondes, drawing envious gazes from everyone. However, to ordinary people, these two beauties appeared to be mere ornaments. To Ning Beichen, however, he could tell that these two blondes were highly trained professionals, likely Frank's bodyguards.
"Let's welcome Mr. Frank to the stage to speak!" the host on stage led the applause, and a wave of clapping echoed from below.
"He's Frank?" Luo Yingying whispered.
"He should be. Alright, now that this fellow has shown up, we can leave immediately." Ning Beichen was still concerned about his master in the Mortal Transformation Realm and had no inclination to mingle with these minor figures.
"Do you want to make a move, or should I?" Luo Yingying asked him.
"I'll do it. A little ant doesn't need the beautiful Sect Leader like you to take action," Ning Beichen said with a smile.
"Smooth talker, you're asking for a beating!" Luo Yingying glared at him, feeling that their relationship had become peculiar. She wasn't like a Sect Leader, nor was he like a disciple; instead, they seemed like a couple bickering flirtatiously. This made Luo Yingying quite distressed, yet deep down, she relished this dynamic. At this moment, Ning Beichen had already acted. He snapped his fingers, and Frank, who was speaking on stage, suddenly spat out blood and quickly collapsed to the ground.
"Done. Let's go." Ning Beichen couldn't be bothered to look at him. He knew this guy was as good as dead, just not yet. Within five minutes at most, he would kick the bucket. Luo Yingying nodded. He was just a tiny ant, and she had no interest in paying him any attention.
"Frank..." "Young master..." "Doctor, where is the doctor?" "Quick, call an ambulance..." The people present didn't realize that Frank had been assassinated, merely assuming he had fallen ill. The reporters, however, were invigorated, frantically snapping pictures with their cameras, DSLRs, and phones of Frank spitting blood on the ground. This was a major event, a headline-grabbing one at that. Ning Beichen and Luo Yingying had already left the chaotic scene, paying no mind to them. The venue had descended into utter pandemonium.