Imperial Treasure

Chapter 662 - 427: Invitation

"Muxiu, come and look... the beauty from the archaeology department."

Wei Muxiu didn’t even glance up, saying indifferently, "You all should know how much of what’s online is fake... Before making a fuss, think about how much trouble it would cause her if she were to return to class after this baseless rumor? Human nature is unpredictable, public opinion harmful."

(Some say that the mistress trope is too melodramatic, but based on some current social aspects and human nature... it indeed is a trope. But don’t worry, this won’t last long...)

These people immediately fell silent, looking chagrined. Wei Muxiu took the phone, swiped a few times on it, tapped to open a page, and showed everyone: "These people just made up good stories, and now they are considering pursuing legal action against the person who circulated the message..."

After all, the incident had caused panic, especially since the talk of a death list had significantly affected these people’s businesses. Naturally, the rich businessmen were furious.

It was bad enough not being invited, and now there’s this assassination business linked to me!

Not going to let you off!

Students are, after all, students. When they heard Wei Muxiu say this, they were startled, one of them felt his pride wounded and said, begrudgingly, "But her name was exactly on the list, that’s too..."

"Even if she was indeed on the list, in terms of feelings and reason, she is also a student of Beijing University, we share school spirit and she is our junior. How could we treat her maliciously?"

Once he said this, those present looked somewhat embarrassed. In fact, they had indeed made such speculations... and voiced them out loud.

Jiang Muxiu handed the phone back to the person and then walked into the classroom.

A few girls from the Chinese department were silent. What a person Jiang Muxiu was, the elegant and reserved gentleman.

Elsewhere, Yi stood beneath a window, where the light was somewhat dim. Through this window, she could see the experiment being conducted below...

The pale laboratory looked as if it was soaked in formalin, with busy doctors moving between advanced and expensive equipment. People were lying on cold metal tables, with many tubes inserted into their bodies, they were asleep—having been anesthetized before these doctors injected different potions into them...

Someone came in through a door behind her, letting go of the curtain, which fell down hiding the scene below. Yi turned her head to look at Sherlock.

"Yi, the top has sent a message," Sherlock said, swaying a letter and a small box in his hand, "The test results for Misty the Pearl have come out."

Yi just looked at him, without a word.

Sherlock, accustomed to her coldness, tossed the letter onto the table, "Take a look, these are the data results... Literally indistinguishable from any jade artifact, and to think we had previously considered it an important mission..."

"The organization is disappointed, this thing is useless, and since it belongs to you... here, take it."

Sherlock threw the small box over, Yi raised her hand to catch it...Suddenly, Sherlock’s fingertips flickered like a discharged bullet, shooting a projectile that struck the small box.

Bang!

The box hit the ground, undamaged, alongside the shattered halves of a bullet.

Yi was now standing in front of Sherlock, the long blade’s sharp point at his throat...

"I don’t like being tested... Sherlock, you should understand how I climbed to this position..."

With the lives of companions, step by step, from that cold operating table...

"Even if your father is a big shot up there, I don’t mind adding your life to those under my hand."

Sherlock’s expression sank, then he forced a smile, "Yi, I was just joking... I’m just jealous, you know~ Who lets that guy, whoever he may be, be so attentive to you, just now I was overcome with jealousy and wanted to smash that worthless jade."

"You know, you are the jewel of my heart..."

As he tried to touch the long blade, Yi flicked it away as if his touch would taint it, her wrist whipping out, sending an air bullet that knocked the box on the floor, which then flew back into her hand, while the blade sheathed itself at her waist.

She left the room.

Sherlock lowered his gaze, his eyes darkened.

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As Sui Yi’s name was climbing up the hot search on Beijing University’s official, Sui Yi was looking at Xu Zhengmao.

Just now, this man had shown up, and he got straight to the point at their meeting: "Today, as expected, someone contacted me."

Xu Zhengmao stood up from the couch, frowning, "But it wasn’t Yue Beiqing, instead, it was another department that operates independently."

Although Xu Zhengmao didn’t specify, Sui Yi knew that this department must have considerable power, or Xu Zhengmao wouldn’t have concealed its name.