The female receptionist in front of him was the same woman who had been tricked by Shen Lang an hour ago, led into the elevator by Shen Lang, and finally knocked unconscious by Shen Lang.
Just now, she had learned from others that Shen Lang had entered the hotel room in the building, not only snatched Kong Zixiong of Longdu's woman but also fed the other party a potent aphrodisiac.
Kong Zixiong had been sent to the hospital. Although his life was saved, it was said that his reproductive organ had become excessively engorged, leading to rupture, and had now been removed.
Although Yang Ce did not punish her, she harbored intense hatred for Shen Lang.
However, she could never have imagined that the scoundrel Shen Lang would dare to return and swagger in.
"Decorum, decorum, mind your decorum."
Facing the woman's angry scolding, Shen Lang said with a smile, "Remember, you are a receptionist. You should make every guest feel welcome with a smile. Cursing is not good, very not good."
"Call Yang Ce, tell him I've returned to turn myself in."
"You..."
Upon hearing Shen Lang's words, the sweet-looking female receptionist's face was filled with shock and anger.
Shocked that this bastard dared to return swaggeringly, and even more so, dared to directly ask for Yang Ce.
Angry because the expression on this bastard's face not only showed no regard for Baima Club but also a disdain for Yang Ce.
Did he know what this place was? Did he know who Yang Ce was?
This was the Bailong Club, the largest entertainment club in Nanling.
And Yang Ce was a fearsome overlord, known as the "King of Nanling," whose name struck terror into the hearts of the people of Nanling.
What was he doing now?
He was provoking Baima Club and Yang Ce.
Did he not know how to write the word "death"?
"What are you standing around for? Call Yang Ce."
Seeing the sweet-looking female receptionist standing there without a word, Shen Lang rolled his eyes at her and said, "I'll give you two minutes. If you don't call Yang Ce, then I'll turn around and leave."
"Kong Zixiong is a scion of the Kong family of Longdu, but I've rendered him either dead or disabled. Yang Ce wants nothing more than to capture me, the culprit, and report to the Kong family. If he knew I voluntarily surrendered myself but was refused entry by you, a receptionist, do you know the consequences?"
As soon as he said this, the sweet-looking female receptionist's face instantly turned grim.
Everyone in Nanling knew who Yang Ce was and what his temper was like.
Yang Ce was capricious and brutally inhumane. Besides being called the "King of Nanling," he was also called the "King of Killers."
Yang Ce was not only ruthless towards his enemies but also never soft-handed with his own people who made mistakes.
Six months ago, a female cleaner at the Baima Club had failed to scrub a hotel room's toilet clean. Yang Ce discovered this during a hygiene inspection.
Enraged, Yang Ce directly pushed her head into the toilet bowl and drowned her.
She hadn't witnessed that scene herself, but she could imagine how terrifying it must have been.
Undoubtedly, Shen Lang's words had struck at the deepest fears in her heart.
She stared at Shen Lang, anger mixed with confusion, and muttered, "I really don't understand how a fool like you thinks. You've already escaped, yet you still want to return and surrender yourself. Isn't this seeking death?"
"Seeking death?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Lang smiled and said, "Sorry, I've experienced a dog-like life. I cherish my life to the utmost. I will never willingly seek death."
"But your current actions are indeed seeking death."
The sweet-looking female receptionist snorted coldly and said, "In Nanling, provoking the Bailong Club, provoking Yang Ce, no one can survive."
Shen Lang asked, "Never?"
The female receptionist affirmed, "Never."
"Oh..."
Shen Lang laughed, "Since it's never happened, then I'll be the first one."
"You're dreaming and indulging in wishful thinking."
The sweet-looking female receptionist scoffed, "Before you, many people have said the same thing, but now the grass on their graves is already two meters high."
Shen Lang said with a serious expression, "Do you think I will die for sure?"
The sweet-looking female receptionist replied, "Yes, you will die for sure. I said so."
"What if I can walk out alive?"
Shen Lang said with confidence and composure.
The sweet-looking female receptionist answered his question with another, throwing him a seductive glance, "What do you think of my appearance?"
"Slender figure, voluptuous curves, skin like congealed fat, a rare beauty."
After carefully scanning the sweet-looking female receptionist, Shen Lang replied.
"Then do you know my educational background?"
After Shen Lang finished speaking, the sweet-looking female receptionist spoke again.
However, this time, before Shen Lang could speak, she answered herself.
She raised her head high, her face filled with pride, "I am a high-achieving graduate of Marrie University, with a double doctorate in Law and Economics."
"Three months before my graduation, I had already received over a hundred offers. Those who sent me offers were either Fortune Global 500 companies or powerful national institutions."
"As long as I nodded and accepted the invitation of any company or organization, I could easily get a job with an annual salary in the eight figures. But I didn't. Instead, I chose to be an ordinary receptionist at the Baima Club."
She looked at Shen Lang with a hint of provocation and said, "Do you know why?"
Shen Lang was surprised by her background. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Sometimes, a person can give up a bag of gold not because they dislike money, but because what they desire in their heart is not a bag of gold, but a mountain of gold."
"Clever—"
The sweet-looking female receptionist smiled, "The reason I didn't work for any company or organization is that as a woman, I always believe that marrying a good man is the ultimate destination."
"Rather than climbing to the peak myself, I prefer to personally assist my man to reach the peak."
"I've been working at the Baima Club for the past two years not to make money, but to find a man."
Shen Lang was somewhat surprised by this statement, but then he smiled, "It seems you haven't found him yet."
"Yes, I haven't found him."
The sweet-looking female receptionist's face showed disappointment, but it was fleeting. She quickly smiled and said, "In the past two years, I've met many men. In the eyes of outsiders, they might all be elites. But in my eyes, they are worse than useless."
"However... you are not bad."
The sweet-looking female receptionist looked at Shen Lang, her eyes unreservedly showing admiration, "You have courage and insight. If you can walk out alive, while I won't marry you, I will definitely give you a gift."
"A gift?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Lang smiled and asked, "What kind of gift?"
"A stock."
The sweet-looking female receptionist said, "In Nanling's stock market, there is a stock that is currently falling. In a week, it will fall to near suspension. But just when everyone thinks it's about to be suspended, it will surge. As long as you sell within ten days, you're guaranteed to make a profit. As for how much you'll earn, that depends on how big your appetite is."
She looked at Shen Lang and smiled brightly, "If you come out alive, I'll tell you the stock number."
"Finally, remember my name. I am Tang Wuzui."