Chapter 142: Push Me Too Far and I Will Flex

Xiao Ma’s expression turned very strange as he pondered, sending a chilling sensation straight to Theresa’s heart. He looked just like the legendary Demon King.

She felt that Zhang Ziran and the others spreading the rumor that "he is not like him" definitely had some fishy motives behind it.

Having finished her mental speculations, Theresa awkwardly said, "Basically, the misunderstanding that occurred when I looked for you yesterday evening has this cause and effect. It was a mistake and a bit of extremism on my part, but fortunately it didn't escalate any further and has stopped here. I won't have such thoughts again in the future."

She added, "By the way, Julia didn't make me say this. I realized my mistake in private and corrected myself."

Since she had confessed her wrongdoing and no major harm was done, according to the rules, she should be dealt with leniently.

Based on worldly wisdom, she was Julia’s relative and close vassal. Furthermore, following the rule established by the first Demon King that the realm is shared equally between the ruler and the scholar-bureaucrats, theoretically speaking, she should only be penalized by three cups of wine.

Of course, this was just Xiao Ma's interpretation; he truly had not the faintest idea how the Great Demon King would handle this matter. Having no better option, he continued to stare at her.

Theresa was somewhat unique. Instead of being struck with terror, she bit the bullet and asked, "You wouldn't want to punish me the way you punished Julia last night, would you?"

Xiao Ma almost spat out his food.

This time, however, he knew how to respond, because he could be certain that this body was not lewd—at least not lewd when it came to matters between men and women.

So Xiao Ma replied, "You're overthinking it. That was love, not punishment."

Only then did Theresa let out a sigh of relief.

Xiao Ma felt that she was a thick-skinned, scheming beauty who was probably even more complicated than Julia, and he didn't want to stay here any longer. It was best to stay away from such people; hanging out with lower-level enchantresses was much more interesting and safe.

For now, he could only linger in the newbie village; trying to refine a high-level enchantress too easily would likely invite a backlash.

"You carry on, I'm leaving." Xiao Ma picked up the document bag and stood up.

Theresa stood up as well. "Is there anything else you need me to arrange?"

Xiao Ma thought for a moment and said, "I don't have a British visa, but I might go there at some point."

Theresa nodded slightly. "You don't need a visa. I will send an email to Customs, Immigration, and the Border Agency..."

"Good," Xiao Ma interrupted her before she could finish and left.

His pings and claps from last night had taken a toll, but his current body was somewhat miraculous and had already recovered. He really wanted to go see Julia with her again—that had been truly delightful. Yet, he still felt a bit hesitant.

Otherwise, sure, the thrill was great, but those who laughed last when walking the underworld were not necessarily heroes, nor were they necessarily cowards. They were usually the cold-headed masterminds whose lower bodies didn't dictate their brains, much like the white-faced, scheming merchant in the "Script."

Drinking warm wine at Wind Chime Islet to reminisce about a beauty was indeed somewhat melancholic, but always laughing last was better than making a grand and flashy entrance only to die a violent death at the South Heavenly Gate. Both the Sword-Drinking Immortal and the Stone Monkey were geniuses with extremely high critical hit rates, but they were also truly brain-damaged.

From this perspective, the Great Demon King was somewhat like the Sword Immortal. He rose to the peak in a short span of time like nuclear fusion, only for heaven to be jealous of his talent and strike him down in his roaring twenties. No wonder "he" had handed out that bizarrely doomed "Script" in the karaoke lounge just now.

In truth, "he" was the real Sword Immortal; lacking enough cunning, he ended up doomed. Though there were suspicions of homosexual undertones, let Brother Ma warm the wine for him instead.

Brother Ma had cuckolded the Great Demon King, but judging from the present, the Great Demon King seemed emotionally stable. That was good; otherwise, someone with his ultra-high critical hit rate might genuinely launch a trident in a fit of rage and trigger a system reboot.

Damn it, it seemed he was having another bout of schizophrenia and wild hallucinations...

Since he had acquired his identity documents, the next day he flew to London aboard Chen Xiaoxian's business jet.

There were only five people on this trip: Chen Xiaoxian and her assistant, and Feng Chenchen and her assistant.

Once the flight was underway, Feng Chenchen stopped fussing over work. Envious and jealous, she stared at the luxurious interior of the small business jet, poking around and touching things here and there. How she desperately wished she had one of her own.

Though quite cheap—costing only around ninety million US dollars—it still fell under the category of luxury goods, and the daily maintenance and taxes were completely extortionate. This was simply not a level Feng Chenchen could afford just yet...

The flight to London took a relatively long time, and a small jet like this even needed to make a refueling stop midway, which added to the travel time.

They arrived in London in the morning.

It was truly shabby; a small jet like this lacked a cinema, a gym, a spa, a tennis room, a lounge, and a bar.

A wave of depression washed over Xiao Ma as he thought of the customized 797 belonging to this body. He wondered where the hell his plane was; surely they hadn't rented it out, had they?

Of course, Xiao Ma didn't know that just as big stars had multiple luxury cars to drive in rotation, this body actually had over a dozen different backup private jets, which were simply controlled by the head housekeeper, Zhang Ziran.

Before long, the altitude decreased. Through the cabin window, one could already see London's misty, rainy autumn weather.

Unable to get any real rest, he could only flatten his seat and toss and turn in deep frustration.

Chen Xiaoxian hadn't been able to sleep either. After a while, she opened her eyes, rubbed her face, and seeing that they were almost there, she pulled out her makeup bag just like Feng Chenchen. First removing her makeup and then applying a fresh layer—which essentially served as washing her face.

Then she took a large gulp of light tea handed over by her assistant, vigorously swished it around her mouth, spat it back into the cup, and handed it back to the assistant. That counted as rinsing her mouth.

Xiao Ma wasn't so casual; he headed to the washroom to freshen up.

The door wasn't locked, so Feng Chenchen took advantage of the opportunity to slip in with her makeup bag, wearing a mischievous expression as she casually locked the washroom door behind her.

Giving Xiao Ma a mildly ambiguous glance, she didn't directly seduce him, but instead struck an extremely flattering pose and began tidying herself up in front of the mirror.

When it came to controlling physical grace and posture, the other enchantresses couldn't even hope to catch up to her. Stealing over with sneaky hands and feet, Xiao Ma pressed up against her from behind, gently wrapping both hands around her lower abdomen.

"There's someone outside," Feng Chenchen deliberately wriggled her body and shot him a sidelong glance.

Damn it.

This time it wasn't the Great Demon King putting on airs; he heard Chen Xiaoxian sounding somewhat irritated as she spoke loudly outside, as if she had run into a situation.

Xiao Ma let go of the witch, opened the door, and asked, "What's going on?"

Chen Xiaoxian said rather awkwardly, "Actually, it's nothing much. We temporarily don't have landing clearance. They're making us continue circling on a designated flight path while we wait for landing permission."

Pausing for a moment, Chen Xiaoxian added with the air of an all-knowing sage, "In situations like this, it's usually because the aircraft of other important figures are scheduled to take off or land around the same time. Unless it's an emergency like running out of fuel, you have to obey them and circle while you wait."

Feng Chenchen expressed her dissatisfaction: "We didn't see any planes ahead of us at all, and any that were there were behind us. Why should we have to circle pointlessly?"

Chen Xiaoxian didn't want to stir up trouble right now. "Forget it, it's just a small matter. We'll wait a bit; it won't be long."

With that, she sat back down, sipped her tea, and waited patiently.

As it turned out, Feng Chenchen was right; even if there were planes landing, they were supposed to be behind this one.

After circling in the designated airspace for about three minutes, they watched another empty, privately owned small business jet head toward that specific airport.

They thought they would finally be allowed to land. But over the intercom, the co-pilot's voice came through once again: "Miss Chen, please wait a moment. We still haven't received landing clearance. We need to continue circling; they say there is another plane that needs to land."

At that point, they lost their temper and could only wait.

A short while later, they saw a second late-arriving small business jet head toward the airport.

And it still wasn't over. They were made to wait a third time, and the reason given was yet again that another plane needed to land.

The excuses were all cut from the same cloth: you guys have plenty of fuel, but the other guys are running low.

So they continued to circle in the designated airspace route, and shortly after, they watched another private plane head toward the airport.

This time, Chen Xiaoxian completely lost her temper. Upon seeing it, she muttered under her breath, "I don't know who the first two were, but the third one belongs to the Li family."

Everyone knew Li Jiachao; he had been the richest ethnic Chinese person for quite a long time. The British Queen had awarded him medals and appointed him as an advisor.

Chen Xiaoxian continued, "Since we're here, let's just pretend we didn't see anything. Essentially, he is the glove of the British upper crust. His businesses are spread all across the globe, but it's not hard to notice that his primary investments are concentrated within former British colonies and Commonwealth jurisdictions. Otherwise, he wouldn't be this arrogant."

Wasn't this a bit too much from the Li family? To actually dare make a wealthy person's plane wait and risk their safety just so they could land first? Was this motherfucker another case of the legendary "he's poor so he has reason"?

Ugh, his thought processes were acting up abnormally again. Xiao Ma tapped himself on the head twice.

Fortunately, this time they weren't made to wait any longer; landing clearance was finally granted...