Chapter 93: The Legendary Lover

Shortly thereafter, they arrived at the luxurious villa perched atop the mountain. It wasn’t far from where Feng Chenchen lived—in fact, it was in the same district.

Good, this would make it convenient for him to go home and sleep later.

Elsa’s people saw the convoy approach, and when Old Huo stepped out of the car, they frowned deeply. Then, as they watched Little Ma get out as well, they immediately retreated into the house to report to Elsa.

Old Huo accompanied Little Ma inside, mouth slightly agape, upon seeing a young woman who had clearly suffered greatly—her voice hoarse from screaming.

Her once-beautiful feet were now far from graceful; it seemed only three of her ten toenails remained, a bloody but not fatal sight.

Noticing the newcomers, Elsa rose to her feet.

Little Ma said nothing and strode over to sit in “her” chair.

“You…” Elsa frowned, glaring at him. “That’s my chair. My second brother—your father—gave it to me.”

“And then?” Little Ma looked at her with indifferent eyes.

“And then… nothing. Because my second brother, your father, was killed by you. What else is there to say?” Elsa was displeased but didn’t light a cigarette.

Little Ma tried to remain silent, his cold gaze fixed on Old Huo.

Old Huo, forced by prior orders, braced himself and stepped forward. “Aunt Thirteen, how are you?”

“Oh? Little Huo, you’ve been quite active lately. Seems like you’re involved in almost everything?” Elsa approached and pinched his handsome, smooth face.

Old Huo felt a wave of frustration, waiting for her to finish before saying, “Auntie, what is this about?”

Elsa replied, “Someone is messing with me again. Am I not even allowed to investigate and respond if I’ve been raped?”

Old Huo adopted a patient tone. “Auntie, listen to me—really, you shouldn’t. The best way when being raped is to force your eyes to enjoy it.”

Elsa pondered briefly. “Well, technically you have a point. Go on.”

Old Huo glanced sideways at Han Siyu, who was sweating profusely, then said after a moment, “Let her go. She won’t have any solutions—she’s just a worker. Your reputation was restored after certain people died. So what you’re doing now is meaningless.”

Elsa hesitated, then felt that this useless Old Huo actually made some sense this time.

According to the information Elsa had, the data leak occurred while the Great Demon King was present. Why exactly he was there, no one knew.

What was certain was that the Great Demon King was there as a ‘proponent’—on the ‘positive side.’

To Elsa, this meant he was protective and sentimental. When the situation became murky, he wanted to help her uncover the truth behind the Sea God incident.

This series of events had a key point: the Great Demon King was all-knowing. From the moment he personally insisted Elsa stay on the Sea God vessel, it seemed he anticipated that boat would encounter trouble.

But in reality, the boat didn’t have an accident—it only pretended to. This basically meant even the Great Demon King had been deceived.

So from Elsa’s perspective, this was especially serious. Therefore, the Great Demon King’s appearance at Tian Jia’s workplace was interpreted by Elsa as both protecting her and investigating the matter.

Elsa didn’t understand the internet, but the Masked Sheep was a name known far and wide. If the Masked Sheep was backed by the damn CIA and was tied to Ma Jiaohong, then behind these events lay a shift in Ma Jiaohong’s intentions.

Could this mean that under certain people’s instigation, the second “Xuanwu Gate Incident” was beginning to take shape?

It was surreal. The all-knowing Great Demon King couldn’t possibly allow this to happen. Yet no one knew what he was thinking; he appeared to watch coldly without intervening.

Pondering these questions only gave Elsa a worse headache. It wasn’t that she truly dared not confront the Great Demon King, but her attention was scattered, and she felt indifferent about Han Siyu’s fate.

Since it didn’t matter, although a little mad, she wasn’t a butcher. She waved dismissively, “Tend to this woman’s wounds and drag her outside to wait. None of you are to come back in.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Her subordinates promptly dispersed.

“And you, what are you standing there for?” Elsa eyed Old Huo with ill intent.

Old Huo felt they were unbearable—whenever trouble arose, they came to him; after using him, they discarded him like a broken bridge. Whenever there was bad news, it was on him; whenever good news arrived, they pushed him away.

After these thoughts, Old Huo left, closing the door behind him. “Second Brother, Auntie, you two are busy. I have matters to attend to.”

No one responded, meaning he was free to go. Resolute, Old Huo led his men away from this den of quarrels.

With only Little Ma and Elsa left in the room, she rose with ill intent and approached step by step.

Little Ma was horrified, unsure of her intentions or how to respond, so he feigned calm.

When he frowned, Elsa paused, but after a moment’s hesitation, she continued her approach with a sinister air and sat down in the chair.

The chair was small, not enough for two, and her rear was large, yet she stubbornly wriggled to make room. “Why are you sitting in my chair? Don’t want to say anything in front of everyone? Now give it back immediately.”

Little Ma had no choice but to stand and find another seat.

Elsa appeared somewhat satisfied but felt something was “off” about him. The thought was fleeting, for now, having reclaimed her chair, she was pleased without much reflection.

She always felt something was wrong after different people sat on it but dared not say so. The last person who remarked on his posture was his father—and his father ended up dead. The rest wept in despair.

She got up, fetched a sofa cleaner, sprayed the chair liberally, wiped it clean with tissues, and finally sat down.

Though the seat felt damp, she was much more comfortable.

Crossing her legs, fingers intertwined over her abdomen, she spoke. “You didn’t come here just for Han Siyu, did you? That’s just incidental, right?”

Little Ma gave a slight nod, testing the waters.

His taciturn nature was typical, but Elsa didn’t mind. “Let me guess—you came because of Julia?”

Who the hell was Julia?

Little Ma thought this but had no memory of her.

Seeing his “expressionless” face, Elsa involuntarily admitted, “You’re overthinking. I have no intention of troubling her. How could I be so reckless? Though I’m sure before all this happened, she visited the American destroyer and met some sensitive figures. But I know, since I clearly uncovered this, there must be more to it—someone’s deliberately trying to drive a wedge between us.”

Little Ma said nothing, continuing to look at her.

This gave off a bit of the Demon King’s vibe, making Elsa nervous. After a brief gaze, she chose to surrender and awkwardly added, “Don’t look at me like that. I know she’s your lover. I really don’t want to cause her trouble.”

Sweat. Saying that only proved she had indeed thought about causing Julia trouble.

Little Ma truly didn’t know who Julia was. Yet hearing she was the Demon King’s lover, he figured the Demon King would be protective and would respond accordingly.

Unsure what to do, Little Ma suddenly stood up, slipping back into his role.

Elsa was startled and also stood.

“Have the people I called come in,” Little Ma said calmly.

Elsa frowned but clapped her hands. Four people entered immediately.

Little Ma pointed at her chair. “Smash it.”

What!

The subordinates exchanged glances, but after Elsa nodded slightly, they reluctantly took a few swings and shattered it before stepping back out.

Little Ma wasn’t sure if this “response” was light or heavy, but he couldn’t exactly ask. So he remained silent.

Elsa was somewhat frustrated, feeling his reaction was excessive. The Demon King, despite his cold demeanor, was known to be sentimental—just look at how he treated his father. He usually didn’t go overboard; if anything, he tended to hold back slightly.

Still, Elsa imagined that perhaps even the Demon King had been hoodwinked by the Sea God incident and had come face to face with his mortal enemy, the Masked Sheep, which might explain his current bitterness.