I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

The next evening.

Pompey Manor was bustling with activity.

Various carriages were parked at the entrance, each adorned with different emblems, some bearing noble family crests, others displaying company logos, and among them was a familiar silver dragon head.

Chen Lun stepped down from the carriage, turned back to take Floey and Connie's hands, and helped them alight.

All three were in grand attire for the evening.

Floey wore a black-purple evening gown, revealing her swan-like slender neck and beautiful collarbones. A matching black-purple tie adorned her head, and her pale golden hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, creating an overall sense of profound beauty.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Connie, on the other hand, was in a light yellow dress, draped with a red paisley fine shawl. Her hair was deliberately coiffed and tied with a plaid tie, giving her a youthful overflow.

Neither of them had ever worn such evening dresses before and seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Chen Lun was by their side, and his composed demeanor reassured them considerably.

"Good evening, Mr. Jack, and to the two beautiful ladies."

Binose stood at The Great Gate to welcome the guests.

"Please come in."

He respectfully pressed his hand to his chest and courteously gestured towards the interior.

Chen Lun and his group followed the manor's path, slowly walking to the villa.

Viscount Pompey and his wife were chatting with a few other guests; seeing Chen Lun's arrival, the viscount quickly ended the conversation and came over to Chen Lun.

"Mr. Jack, welcome to Rebecca's birthday dinner."

"It's my honor,"

said Chen Lun as he shook hands with the viscount, and Floey and Connie followed with greetings.

Then Viscount Pompey personally led Chen Lun and his companions through the villa's great door.

The bystanders were bewildered, wondering what sort of identity the black-haired young man had to receive such treatment from Viscount Pompey.

Viscount Pompey led Chen Lun into the lively living room.

The long dining table was filled with various high-end dishes. Maids bustled through the crowd, carrying trays of fine wine for the guests to help themselves.

The gentlemen engaged in boisterous conversations, laughing loudly, while the ladies gathered aside, either enjoying desserts or whispering among themselves. Whenever something amusing was mentioned, they covered their faces with colorful feathered fans and giggled.

"Let me introduce you—this is Councilman Lawson from the Amber City Council, and next to him is his nephew, Mr. Alvin,"

said Viscount Pompey.

Standing before Chen Lun were two gentlemen, one middle-aged and one younger.

The viscount then introduced Chen Lun and his group to the others.

"Hello, young Scholar,"

said Councilman Lawson, his voice deep, hair curly brown.

He politely shook hands with Chen Lun, then looked past him and said something to the viscount, smiling and walking towards a man and a woman.

"It's Countess Bradley and Mr. Beckman… Mr. Beckman is a gallery owner who has sponsored many talented youths,"

Viscount Pompey whispered to Chen Lun.

"Mr. Jack, I'll go greet them first, please wait a moment,"

Chen Lun nodded in understanding.

Following the viscount's gaze, he saw a richly dressed lady, leaning intimately against the man next to her. The gentleman sported a mustache and was dressed in an immaculate white suit, topped with a white straw hat.

Chen Lun recalled the information he'd heard that night at the secretive society.

The countess and her lover...

"Are you Miss Rebecca's home tutor?"

The young man named Alvin spoke up, drawing Chen Lun's attention back.

"Yes, Mr. Alvin."

Chen Lun smiled politely.

Alvin lightly smiled, casually took a glass of wine from a passing maid, took a sip, and smacked his lips.

"How can a home tutor attend such a gathering… no offense, but you're not quite up to par."

He shrugged innocently.

"It might hurt to hear this, but it's the truth… And this lady next to you seems like she's never been in such a setting before, like a country girl." Stay tuned with empire

Alvin was referring to Connie.

Hearing his words, Connie clenched the hem of her dress tightly, her face showing an expression of embarrassment. She felt upset but couldn't rebuke him.

He soon felt a sense of inferiority rising within his heart.

"However, this lady is rather special..."

Alvin extended his hand toward Floey, revealing a gentleman's smile.

"May I have your name, Miss? Perhaps we can dance a waltz later at the ball..."

"That's very rude of you, Mr. Alvin."

Chen Lun said.

Alvin glanced at him, unmoved, waiting for Floey to take off her gloves so he could kiss the back of her hand.

He believed that, given his status, she would not refuse him face.

Coming across such a beautiful girl made Alvin's heart flutter.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you stink."

Floey's ethereal voice said.

Alvin's expression froze, his mouth slightly agape.

"You said... what? Stink?"

He raised his hand to sniff himself but could only smell the perfume he had sprayed before leaving the house.

Connie snorted with laughter.

Alvin immediately turned cold, realizing he had been played.

"You...!"

"Mr. Alvin, I hope you can apologize to Connie,"

Chen Lun said with a smile.

Just as Alvin was about to scoff, he saw the chilly expression on the young man's face, and it turned extraordinarily indifferent.

—Those eyes looked at him as if he were a dead man, making him very uncomfortable.

"Apologize."

A cold voice entered his ears, and a faint glimmer flashed by.

Boom!

Before Alvin's eyes, the entire banquet hall disappeared, replaced by a boundless sea of blood. He was standing alone on its surface.

Suddenly, a golden python emerged from the horizon, drenched in blood.

He shivered in horror, watching the sky-obscuring giant python open its massive jaws toward him.

Boom!!

Alvin felt his body being torn apart, extreme pain assaulting his nerves; only his head sank into the seabed.

His vision turned blood red.

His mouth and nose filled with thick blood plasma, unbearably foul, until he choked!

"Uh... hah!"

Alvin suddenly snapped back to reality, gasping like a fish out of water, his face pale and covered in sweat.

The black-haired young man in front of him had regained his polite smile, as if everything that had just happened was a hallucination.

"What's wrong, Mr. Alvin?"

The other party reached out solicitously, wanting to help him up.

Alvin shuddered as if electrified, stepping back several paces. He stumbled and accidentally fell to the ground. The wine glass he held was not secure, and the wine spilled over him.

"Don't... don't come near! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Miss, I was rude!"

Alvin felt an extreme fear in his heart, not daring to look directly at the black-haired young man. He bowed in apology and then scrambled to his feet to leave.

"Thank you, Mr. Jack,"

Connie seemed to understand something and said to Chen Lun.

She showed a grateful look, enjoying the feeling of being protected by Mr. Jack.

"Don't feel inferior about this, Connie, you will become the most dazzling Creator one day."

Chen Lun whispered softly.

"These nobles aren't even qualified to carry your shoes."

Connie nodded moved, agreeing softly.

Floey smiled slightly, remaining silent about it.

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