No Pampering the Vicious Cannon Fodder! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

When the silhouette of the underground arena loomed through the night mist, Xin Rong had just finished listening to a chapter of Golden Sales Rules.

One had to admit, the book was quite well-written.

He listened with great interest and felt he had benefited significantly, even temporarily tossing the worries of bankruptcy to the back of his mind.

The arena operated twenty-four hours a day. Late at night, it transformed into a massive entertainment complex; the lighting in the bar area was ambiguous, and the music on the dance floor was loud enough to make one’s eardrums vibrate.

Xin Rong stepped into the bar and walked straight to the counter, his gaze quickly locking onto a man with a goatee.

While the surrounding bartenders in identical uniforms were all hectically busy, this man was the only one idly crossing his legs, leaning lazily in a corner.

“Hello,” Xin Rong walked up politely. “I’m looking for someone.”

Hearing this, Kahn slowly raised his eyes and saw the youth standing before him in an exquisite little formal suit, exuding an air of expensive innocence.

He let out a chuckle and teased, “Pretty kid, hurry home. Your mom must be worried.”

“I’m not a kid.” Xin Rong knitted his brows in annoyance and pulled his ID from his bag. “I’m an adult.”

Kahn was originally too lazy to bother, but his expression shifted instantly when he glimpsed the name on the ID.

“You’re Xin Rong?”

Xin Rong startled slightly and nodded.

Kahn sat up straight from his rocking chair, cupping his chin with both hands as his gaze swept extremely slowly from the top of Xin Rong’s head to the soles of his feet.

Stared at by that nearly lewd gaze, Xin Rong felt uncomfortable all over and couldn’t help but lower his head.

“So beautiful.” Kahn murmured thoughtfully. “No wonder even an iron tree could blossom.”

Just as Xin Rong was baffled by this baseless remark, Kahn instantly switched to a mocking face: “Beautiful Xin Rong, looking for someone here isn’t free.”

Xin Rong wailed internally.

“Little Coal Ball! Why do they want money again?!”

050, having just caused trouble earlier, hung its head dejectedly and only dared to whisper: “Host, that’s just how this world is.”

Xin Rong grit his teeth and asked, “How much?”

The corner of Kahn’s mouth curled up: “That depends on your sincerity.”

Heartaching, Xin Rong pulled out a stack of bills and handed them to Kahn: “Is this enough?”

Kahn took the bills, weighed them in his hand, and his smile deepened: “Speak, baby, who are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for Jing Yue.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, several bartenders nearby stopped what they were doing in unison and looked at him simultaneously.

“Jing Yue?” Kahn drew out the ending of the name meaningfully. “He’s not someone you can just book. How about…”

He looked around suggestively: “Pick someone else?”

Xin Rong’s eyes dimmed for a moment, but in the next second, he lifted his head stubbornly and said firmly, “No, I want Jing Yue.”

“Tsk, a devoted kid,” Kahn nodded appreciatively, then changed his tone. “But young man, why hang yourself on a single tree? We have many excellent Alphas here, like Andy.”

As he spoke, he pointed toward a burly Alpha behind him who was mixing drinks.

“Andy is an A-grade Alpha with extensive experience, especially skilled at serving a… delicate, fair little Omega like you.”

“Hi, sweetie.”

Andy put down the liquor bottle and walked forward with confidence. His muscle lines were exceptionally distinct under his tight-fitting clothes, making Xin Rong instinctively take a step back in fright.

Just as he was about to touch Xin Rong, a hand with distinct knuckles suddenly intervened between the two, pushing against Andy’s chest without a word of discussion.

Looking up from the wrist, a pair of gloomy, piercing eyes were looking down at him.

The pupil color wasn’t deep. Under the dim lights, it took on a lead-gray hue, like a sky covered in mist after rain, inexplicably radiating a cold chill.

Above the sharp bridge of his nose, his brow and eyes were fierce and arrogant, as if he could swallow him alive in the next second.

It was Jing Yue.

Xin Rong curled his lip, grumbling inwardly.

…A few days without seeing him, and he still has that stinky face that begs for a beating.

Fortunately, today’s Xin Rong was no longer the same as before.

He had been professionally nurtured by the Golden Sales Rules, keeping the first rule in mind at all times: No matter how difficult the client is, always maintain a sweet smile.

Thus, he forced an eight-tooth smile, his voice as sweet as if it were laced with honey: “You’re finally here! I’ve been waiting for you for so long!”

This smile was as bright as a spring flower. Between his glances, his eyes rippled with emotion, his pitch-black pupils studded with tiny fragments of starlight, actually dazing Jing Yue for a moment.

Upon snapping back to his senses, Jing Yue’s face turned even colder, his tone like midwinter ice: “…What are you doing here.”

Kahn, watching the drama from the side, wasn’t afraid of things getting bigger and chimed in with a smile: “Everyone can come here to have fun, why can’t he?”

Jing Yue glared at Kahn, and the air pressure around him dropped several degrees instantly.

“Get out.” he turned to Xin Rong and said. “This isn’t a place you should be.”

“Why shouldn’t I be here?” Xin Rong retorted, refusing to back down.

Inexplicably, he really disliked the tone Jing Yue used when speaking to him.

Jing Yue’s brow furrowed tightly, his voice turning several degrees colder: “I told you to get out.”

Xin Rong got even angrier, directly mimicking Kahn’s tone and talking back with style: “Everyone can come here to have fun, why can’t I?”

Jing Yue’s face turned ashen instantly. Just as he was about to erupt, Kahn spoke up leisurely: “The arena never refuses service to any guest. Jing Yue, don’t break the rules.”

Jing Yue clenched his back teeth, his gaze like a knife as it swept between Xin Rong and Andy, finally staring coldly at Kahn: “Then you should also be clear that I never provide services.”

“Who said you had to provide services?” Kahn said with a half-smile, deliberately raising his voice to emphasize each word clearly. “Andy will take good care of this little VIP.”

In the arena, many fighters worked part-time as host-drinkers or even provided… special services. This Andy, relying on his status as a high-grade Alpha and his outstanding appearance, was one of the most popular people in this trade.

Andy naturally walked to Xin Rong’s side and took his hand gentlemanly: “Let’s go, sweetie, to my room. I promise to satisfy you.”

Before Xin Rong could react, he was half-pulled and half-dragged toward the door.

Seeing that he was about to be led out of the bar, a powerful and violent force suddenly yanked him back.

Turning his head, he saw Jing Yue’s chest heaving violently, his eyes dark and sinister. Without a word, he grabbed Xin Rong’s wrist and walked in another direction.

When passing the bar, Kahn secretly pulled on Jing Yue’s sleeve.

“…I tested him for you.” he whispered into Jing Yue’s ear. “Your Omega is very devoted to you.”

Jing Yue’s footsteps paused, then he quickened his pace, dragging the person away until they disappeared at the end of the dim corridor.

“Where exactly are you dragging me…”

“…”

“Stop pulling, it’s not like I won’t go with you…”

“…”

Jing Yue’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt. He turned his head and threw back a gaze so sharp it could freeze someone to death.

Xin Rong immediately wilted, muttering, “It hurts, can’t you be a little gentler…”

It wasn’t until he was roughly dragged into a room and the door slammed shut with a “bang” that the tyrannical force finally let go.

Xin Rong grumbled while shaking his reddened wrist, rubbing it as he looked around the room.

The furnishings in the room were simple and plain, without a single redundant decoration. An object was placed in the middle of the table. He recognized it at a glance—it was Jing Yue’s helmet.

Clearly, this was his lounge.

Jing Yue stood at the door with his hands on his hips, looking like he might sweep him out at any moment: “Five minutes. Say what you have to say and get lost. Don’t let me see you again.”

The cold sentence was like rubbing salt into the pain on Xin Rong’s wrist.

“Why are you always so mean…” Aggrievement instantly welled up in his heart. Xin Rong gasped from the pain, his voice soft and wet. “I didn’t even provoke you, yet you’re being so mean to me…”

“…Didn’t provoke me?” Jing Yue’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Xin Rong: “…”

A slip of the tongue.

He had gotten used to speaking that way and forgot that he was no longer a clean and innocent good person.

Xin Rong shrunk his neck guiltily as he heard Jing Yue list his crimes one by one.

“You drugged me, dragged me to that kind of hellhole to book a room, caused me to miss the match, nearly got me fired, and now you’ve inexplicably run here to occupy my rest time. You still dare say you haven’t provoked me?”

“Oh, right…” Xin Rong suddenly looked up and responded thoughtfully.

Jing Yue gave a cold snort: “Now you know you’re in the wrong?”

Who would have thought Xin Rong’s eyes would dart around before he suddenly discovered something, his tone full of excitement: “Why weren’t you fired?”

Jing Yue: “…”

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

On the way here, Xin Rong had been racking his brain.

050 hadn’t been blindly confident when it was so certain Jing Yue would go to the auction; after all, they had successfully completed the first task. According to the normal plot progression, Jing Yue should indeed have been fired from the arena.

But he wasn’t.

This meant that in a place they didn’t know about, something had definitely gone wrong with the first task.

But… what was the problem?

Earlier, Xin Rong had 050 submit a report to the system, but there was no telling when it would be processed.

Since Jing Yue had taken the initiative to mention it now, he might as well ask him directly.

Xin Rong asked again: “How did you keep your job?”

Jing Yue’s mouth moved: “I…”

He never expected that after his aggressive accusation, this guy’s focus would actually drift over here, causing him to choke on his words.

A trace of… guilt inevitably welled up in his heart.

He did hate Xin Rong.

And he really did almost lose his job because of Xin Rong.

But if he had to admit to Xin Rong that in order to keep his job, he had turned around and given the Star Brilliance necklace Xin Rong gave him to someone else…

For some reason, he just couldn’t say it with total confidence.

And precisely because of this guilt, when he spoke again, his voice was unconsciously tinged with a blustering fierceness: “What does it have to do with you?”

“If you won’t say, then don’t say.” Xin Rong shrunk his shoulders at the shout and whispered, “Why so mean? As if I really wanted to know…”

“Host,” 050 couldn’t help but remind him, “don’t forget what we came here for.”

Xin Rong slapped his head: “…Oh, right.”

He was here to be a Golden Salesperson!

Fine, a great man knows when to yield!

Golden Sales Rule Number Two: Always use emotions to move your clients, empathize with them, and thus allow them to slowly lower their guard.

Showtime!

Xin Rong’s expression turned solemn: “Of course it has to do with me.”

Jing Yue’s brow quirked slightly, his eyes wary.

“Because…” Xin Rong took a deep breath, cursing this cold and heartless man to high heaven in his mind, while putting on a truly impeccable, sincere smile.

“Because I care about you.”

Jing Yue froze on the spot. It took a long time before he repeated hoarsely and mechanically, “…Care about me.”

Xin Rong nodded solemnly, his expression perfectly serious.

“You have to fight matches during the day and work in the bar at night, plus deal with a troublemaker like me from time to time. It must… be very difficult for you.”

Jing Yue didn’t speak, just staring at him intently: “…”

“And in the arena, fists and feet have no eyes; getting injured is common. Even after some injuries heal, they leave underlying problems…” His voice got softer and softer. “Doing this every day, it must really hurt, right?”

Seeing Jing Yue offer no reaction, Xin Rong’s heart beat like a drum. He whispered to 050, “Little Coal Ball, why isn’t he talking? Is my acting bad?”

According to the tutorial, he first had to make Jing Yue feel that working in the arena was not a long-term plan, thus making him realize the importance of returning to the military academy.

After that, Xin Rong could naturally push the dinner invitation to him.

But Jing Yue just kept staring at him blankly without saying a word.

050 suggested: “How about… you be a bit more earnest? The tutorial says you can use appropriate body language to show your care for the other person.”

Xin Rong thought that made sense. Just as he was about to step forward, he paused.

“Wait, if I touch him, he won’t hit me, will he?”

He had already witnessed how violent the protagonist could be.

“Don’t worry Host, I’ll turn on the sensory blocker for you so you won’t feel pain!”

Xin Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s good.

So, he approached cautiously and said warmly, “The reason you’re pushing yourself so hard must be because you still have some particularly important dream in your heart, right? I understand…”

As he spoke, he reached out and gently squeezed Jing Yue’s solid upper arm.

Who would have thought that this squeeze would be like pressing some bizarre switch.

Jing Yue’s pupils dilated uncontrollably, and crisscrossing blood vessels rapidly spread across his eyes.

Seeing this, Xin Rong panicked.

“Little Coal Ball, the blocker! Turn on the blocker quickly!”

Then, he squeezed his eyes shut, preparing to welcome a violent storm.

But after waiting a long time, the expected fist never fell.

What happened?

Is the beating over?

I didn’t feel anything at all?

The blocker is this effective?

Driven by curiosity, Xin Rong secretly opened one eye.

Jing Yue was standing there like a wooden man, his expression and posture exactly the same as before.

The only change was that his cheeks had turned a deep red, the heat burning all the way to his earlobes and even staining his neck crimson. The whole man was so hot he was almost smoking.