65 Secretive Si Lei (2/2)

At that point, Yao Xun couldn't understand why she was interested in finding out more about a Rongsman's 17th jealous concubine or another's grandmother who enjoyed having illicit affairs. Meng Fuyao knew that to those Rongsmen, reputation was more important than life.

'Dare provoke me? I'll divulge everything about your family and you. I have even found out about the material and color of your underwear.'

Sweat pouring from their bodies, they reluctantly went along with the new mayor while scheming in their head. 'How wicked... obviously, he's seen through our plan and wants revenge. Yes, he's much younger than imagined, but how dare he draw Garison's face on the toilet bowl, and how did he know about Bi Li's family? What else is he capable of?'

All seven leaders raised their guard in preparation for Meng Fuyao's next move.

Yuan Zhaoxu was the only one enjoying his wine. A reflection of his smiling face could be seen in the wine, as he thought about how the girl had fought through the challenging experiences the world had thrown at her and wondered who was responsible for leading her astray...

After three rounds of toasting, Meng Fuyao placed her wine cup down and cleared her throat.

The audience's hearts tightened. 'It's here!' They put their cups down subconsciously and sat up straight.

”Sir Si Lei,” she started seriously, a vicious and contemptuous look flashing across her brows. The excessive and greasy smile from before had disappeared completely, and all that remained was a naturally domineering and respectable air that left the leaders temporarily mute.

Meng Fuyao sat steadily on the host's seat, casting a sidelong glance at the man whose name she had called.

Sir Si Lei, whose face and chest were a reddish purple, had been quiet since the start of the feast, his eyes radiant. Having heard his own name being called, he pressed his hand on the table and looked up. ”Eh?”

Meng Fuyao stared at him, a truly powerful leader who must have been the mastermind behind their devious plan.

”Have you been very busy, Sir Si Lei?” Meng Fuyao asked with a faint smile. ”Slept well last night?”

The people exchanged glances, unaware of the reason Meng Fuyao started with a seemingly irrelevant topic. However, Si Lei's face changed instantly.

He answered carefully, his eyes flickering around, ”Not bad.”

”Hmm,” Meng Fuyao nodded. ”I heard from former mayor Ah Shina that Sir Si Lei suffers from insomnia. Looks like you're alright now.”

Stunned for a moment, he quietly heaved a sigh of relief. ”Thank you for your concern, Mayor.”

”Sir Ah Shina misses you a lot,” Meng Fuyao continued indifferently. ”he's doing good now and will attend the celebration later. He has asked me to pass a message. Please make a trip to his residence.”

Smiling, Meng Fuyao extended a hand and said, ”Quick, please. I'll be waiting for you here.”

Si Lei's facial expression changed while his forehead turned slightly green. After a short deliberation, he answered, ”Since Sir Ah Shina will be joining later, it's better if I pay him a visit after that.”

”That's not too good, is it?”

”What's not too good?” Si Lei asked haughtily, his voice full of disdain. ”I'll see him later so why the need for a trip down now?”

”Works fine, too.” Meng Fuyao waved dismissively, not minding that the topic ended then. Slightly intoxicated she raised another cup and swayed toward Sir Bi Li. With her cup lifted she laughed. ”Come, everyone, let's toast to Garison's glory and sanctity. Drink up!”

Everyone, including Si Lei, reciprocated by raising their own glass.

Midway, Meng Fuyao jolted her wrist A buzz sounded as her wine cup transformed into a golden light that shot out.

Si Lei's cup was already touching his lips when a shadow took over his vision. The next thing he knew, a lightning-like object was zooming in quickly. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but it was too late. A clap sounded by his ear like that made from splitting a precious stone. Following which, everything before his eyes turned into a sheet of bright, blood red.

The red was magnifying along with the drilling pain within his head. He felt as though he had been struck hard, and the pain had radiated outward like stars, continuously snapping and leaving him crying out in despair.

”Ah!”

His growl filled the quiet building, and everyone had been dumbstruck by this sudden turn of events. Only Yuan Zhaoxu continued sipping on his wine, unmoved, and only Meng Fuyao was laughing.

Amid her wide smile, she said sharply, ”Sir Si Lei. It isn't insomnia that kept you from a good night's rest, is it? Or are you feeling tired from the late-night discussion that you had with the Rong army?”

The leaders' faces turned pale. Si Lei had contacted the Rong army?

Meng Fuyao let out a cold laugh as she observed their expressions. She hadn't actually discovered the secret collusion between the Rong army and any of the leaders, but she had probed a little during the toast. Amid her nonsensical talks and harmless joke about Ah Shina, the leaders were busy feeling anxious about their private matters except for Si Lei, who appeared angry.

Why was he angry? Was it simply out of respect for Ah Shina or also because he had found out about his death and was offended?