Xiao Feng regarded Rush, seated opposite him, with a mixture of reluctant respect and subtle disdain—perhaps owing to the less-than-favorable first impression Rush had left.
Rush, in turn, regarded Xiao Feng with cool detachment; to him, Xiao Feng was a complete stranger endowed with formidable psychic powers. Yet, his abilities defied classification—the specialized lenses designed to measure psychic levels failed utterly to determine Xiao Feng's rank. This ambiguity was Rush's deepest concern.
Jason glanced at the vigilant Rush and smiled faintly, whispering, "He's just a child. Even if he possesses some powers, there's no need to be so apprehensive."
Rush responded gravely, "Just because he's young doesn't mean we should let our guard down. Besides, I cannot discern his true level at all."
Jason's eyes flickered with surprise before he turned to Xiao Feng, elegantly polishing a gleaming piece of silverware. "Xiao Feng, forgive my impertinence—may I ask what level psychic you are?"
Xiao Feng shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure myself. For some reason, my powers can't be properly detected."
"How peculiar."
Hebrew approached, carrying a wine bottle, pouring Jason a drink with a smile. "Tonight, we sit together to drink and enjoy ourselves; let all other matters be put aside."
Jason chuckled. "Child, if you wish to understand your abilities better, come to me. I can arrange for you to be tested and provide you with the most advanced cultivation techniques to enhance your powers."
"Heh, that sounds marvelous. Oh, there's one more thing I'd like to trouble you with..." Xiao Feng began, about to roll up his sleeve and reveal the tattoo on his arm.
At that moment, Hebrew interjected, "Enough, enough. Let's leave it be for now. Let's start with the drinking. Afterward, we can discuss everything else. Come—cheers!"
Xiao Feng stared at the wine in his glass. He was not fond of red wine's flavor; he preferred the robust intensity of whiskey. Turning to Lily, who stood nearby, he asked, "Miss Lily, could I trouble you for a bottle of whiskey?"
Lily smiled warmly. "Of course."
Xiao Feng glanced at the wine still in his hand and placed it before Kelly quietly. "This red wine is fit only for women—it lacks any real flavor."
Kelly stifled a laugh, shooting him a playful glare. "You're such a rustic; what do you know?"
"Heh, I don't claim to know much. I just prefer whiskey—it packs a punch."
Before he could finish, Lily brought over the whiskey bottle. Xiao Feng poured himself a generous glass and drank deeply. Alongside the exquisite, indescribable dishes laid out on the table, he quickly finished the bottle.
Hebrew and Jason sipped slowly, not yet halfway through a bottle, beginning to light cigars. Xiao Feng, having indulged more freely, swayed slightly and murmured to Kelly, "I'm utterly exhausted today... I want to sleep."
Kelly smiled gently. "Uncles, Xiao Feng is completely worn out. We'll take our leave to rest."
Jason chuckled softly. "Very well, you should rest." Then, casually to Hebrew, "What had the boy been doing all day to wear himself out so?"
Hebrew pondered briefly, then recounted the day's events in detail.
Jason's brow furrowed deeply. "That bastard Sam is truly despicable. Hebrew, old friend, you need a formidable aide by your side. If something like today happens again, the consequences would be disastrous."
Hebrew took a sip. "Jason, you speak truth, but where am I to find an eighth-level psychic like Rush?"
Jason drew on his cigar. "From now on, our two companies must cling tightly together. Without cooperation, one day, Sam and Hilton might swallow us whole."
"Don't worry, my brother thinks the same."
"Good. Since we're allied, I'll be frank. Our Victoria Company has recently made significant advances in psychic enhancement research. You could select a few reliable psychics and entrust them to us. We'll elevate their powers to about level eight. Then, they'll be capable of ensuring your security."
Hebrew looked at Jason with surprise. "You mean that ordinary psychics can be raised to level eight?"
"Not all, of course. They must pass our assessments. But from what I saw of Xiao Feng, this kid shows great promise."
"Hmm, I'll bring him to visit you one day."
"Excellent. Now, drink up."
...
Afterward, Xiao Feng and Kelly retired to the guest quarters arranged by Lily. Xiao Feng stepped into the bathroom, eager for a thorough wash. His weary body, coupled with the whiskey's warmth, sank luxuriously into the steaming bathtub, bringing unparalleled comfort.
Suddenly, Kelly pushed open the door and entered, bare and unashamed. Xiao Feng turned, beholding her radiant form—the generous curves of her bosom, the slender waist, the mysterious triangle of allure—all exquisitely perfect.
He smiled knowingly, understanding her intentions. Though he had intended to refuse, citing his exhausted state and drained powers, memories of her tearful distress earlier that day softened his resolve. He thought, "Let her have her way. Even if it exhausts me completely, I'm willing tonight."
Having seen Kelly's figure several times before, any lingering shyness had vanished.
Kelly stepped into the bathtub, her eyes smoldering with desire as she pressed herself against Xiao Feng, leaning in to kiss him deeply.
His senses flooded with the softness of her body, especially the warmth pressing against his chest, igniting an uncontrollable response as he fervently returned her passionate kiss.
Before long, the elegantly adorned bathroom was filled with the soft sounds of their intimacy. Lily, carrying fresh clothes for Xiao Feng, paused at the door, cheeks flushed crimson, and shyly withdrew.