The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 815

Chapter 815: 646 Abuse the Scum! Falling off the Horse Again, Supreme Executive Commander [1 More Chapter]_2

The delivery guy left in a daze.

Shaoyun and his group of guards stood to the side, watched closely by the IBI’s detective and inspectors.

The Captain of the Guards felt a bit indignant: "Patriarch, she..."

Shaoyun coldly glanced at the Captain of the Guards: "Shut up."

Ying Zijin put down the food delivery and poured two glasses of wine, pushing one toward Fu Yihan: "Big brother, drink."

The young girl looked obedient and gentle, without any sign of lethality.

It was hard to connect her with the triumphant figure on the competition stage.

Fu Yihan’s hand trembled, still very nervous.

He swallowed, his voice strained: "Okay, drink, you, you drink too, don’t mind me."

Fu Yihan picked up his chopsticks but didn’t move for a long time, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Sinai was eating happily beside him.

Fu Yihan couldn’t hold back and asked: "Zijin, Yunshen, he?"

Ying Zijin rested her chin on one hand: "He’s just the Supreme Executive Commander of the IBI."

Fu Yihan: "..."

What do you mean ’just’?!

Shaoyun’s keen hearing picked up the conversation as well. His expression also changed.

The City of the World wasn’t entirely oblivious to this place.

At least Norton University and the IBI’s reputation had reached the City of the World.

Especially the IBI.

Shaoyun was deep in thought when footsteps echoed in his ears.

Fu Yunshen came up from the basement, having changed his clothes, and his hands were clean.

Shaoyun looked up, his expression inevitably excited, extending his hand: "Xiao Qi..."

But his hand didn’t reach.

Fu Yunshen simply moved his body to the side and avoided it.

Shaoyun was startled.

The Yuh Family represented absolute martial power because of their unique bloodline.

Easily comparable to the knights blessed by the Sages, they didn’t need genetic modification to become super soldiers.

He was well aware of his own combat power.

After all, the competition for the patriarchal position was largely based on martial prowess, requiring the defeat of all peers.

Yet Fu Yunshen had avoided him so effortlessly.

Shaoyun’s body trembled, stepping forward again.

This time his hand did not miss.

Hopeful light rose in his eyes: "Xiao Qi, I’m here to—"