Xu Zeqing has been imitating and learning the demeanor and image of Hong Ruhai, but it was an awkward mimicry, neither one thing nor the other, incongruous and comical.

Zheng Lie was hidden at the back of the crowd.

When he stayed silent, not wanting to reveal himself, no one would notice his presence.

Zheng Lie solemnly watched the man wielding a cue, dominating the billiard table. He admitted that this man had quite an appealing appearance; even in his forties, he exuded a captivating charm.

Hong Ruhai seemed to fit the fantasy of all young women with uncles or gentlemen fetishes.

But no matter how handsome he was, it shouldn’t be enough to attract the Pilot.

Zheng Lie frowned and walked over to the billiard table, placing a hand firmly on Hong Ruhai’s shoulder.

At the moment Zheng Lie gripped Hong Ruhai’s shoulder, it was as if an invisible nail pinned his bones to the billiard table, unable to move.

Zheng Lie whispered to him, "The Pilot wants to see you."

This was heard by no one else.

After hearing this clearly from Zheng Lie, Hong Ruhai’s pain-furrowed face turned to astonishment.

Only after following Zheng Lie out of the leisure club and seeing the Commander Order Zheng Lie took out did he believe that the Pilot truly wanted to see him.

But why would the Pilot want to see someone as insignificant as him?

He had worked on Divine Concealment Island for over a decade, and his most prominent moment was merely trimming some potted plants in Mrs. Huo’s garden a few times. As for Mr. and Miss of the Huo Family’s direct lineage, he had never had the chance to meet them.

Let alone mention the Pilot, at the mere mention of whom, people would instinctively fall silent.

Hong Ruhai had never seen Huo Wen’an, nor did he recognize Zheng Lie, who was with Huo Wen’an. Not knowing how to address him, he cautiously said, "Sir, do you know why the Pilot wants to see me?"

Zheng Lie: "Don’t ask about the Pilot’s matters."

After saying that, Zheng Lie glanced at Hong Ruhai’s mouth, tempted to take a needle and sew shut this chatterbox of a mouth.

How could he know why the Pilot wanted to see Hong Ruhai?

Zheng Lie drove, taking Hong Ruhai to Huo Wen’an’s manor. After getting out of the car, Zheng Lie walked a few steps forward before mysteriously disappearing from Hong Ruhai’s view.

Witnessing this uncanny scene, Hong Ruhai was reminded of the comments about the new Pilot. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

They said the new Pilot crawled out from Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, wearing a human skin, walking as a ghost among the Human World.

The Divine Concealment Island under his control was akin to Hell on earth.

According to this saying, then the red-clad brother just now was the most evil ghost in the Pilot’s hand.

It was Hong Ruhai’s first time here, and every step felt like he was walking on needle points. Though there was no wind or rain tonight, his heart was experiencing a landslide and tsunami.

Under the moonlit night, the black manor sprawled atop the mountain peak, like a devil’s claws left on the Human World, monitoring every breath of wind and stirring of grass on this island.

The manor’s gates slowly and automatically opened to either side.

Hong Ruhai cautiously walked in, taking over ten minutes to traverse the lawn and reach the main hall of the manor.

Inside the manor, it was decorated in a luxurious and dark style. A lavish, vintage crystal chandelier hung from the more than twenty meters high ceiling; if it accidentally fell, it could flatten Hong Ruhai into a patty.

Hong Ruhai stood under the light, not daring to gaze around or move impulsively.

He knew countless pairs of eyes were hidden in the dark, and that the Pilot must be monitoring him from some place.

Hong Ruhai didn’t know why the Pilot summoned him and suspected that it was a test.

Upon passing the test, perhaps he could stay in this manor to serve the Pilot?

Or had the little secrets he engaged in behind the scenes been discovered and reported to the Pilot?

But with how busy the Pilot must be, how could he have the time to deal with a small fry like him?

Hong Ruhai’s mind was a chaotic mess, breaking into a cold sweat all over.

Thud—

Thud—

Thud—

Hong Ruhai heard the sound of someone lightly tapping a hard object with fingers.

Following the direction of the sound, he saw an extravagantly designed black wheelchair.

The man sitting back to him in the wheelchair, dressed in a robe blending into the darkness, only a silhouette could be vaguely seen. The man lightly lifted his left hand, tapping the onyx ring on his thumb against the wheelchair armrest, making a thudding sound.

Seeing this, Hong Ruhai hurriedly bent over, speaking timidly, "Forestry technician Hong Ruhai from the gardening operations department, greeting the Pilot."

Huo Wen’an did not respond to him, continuing to tap the armrest slowly and methodically with the ring.