842: Chapter 831: Coming for the Nine Souls Jade 842: Chapter 831: Coming for the Nine Souls Jade “Lord Tengyun Geshang, we have visitors.”
In the presidential suite of Tengyun Geshang and his group, Fei Peilie opened his eyes, his gaze coldly reminding him of the situation.
Lying back in the Taishi Chair, Tengyun Geshang’s face was indifferent.
He raised his hand and made a gesture to Fei Peilie, after which he remained motionless, as if he couldn’t care less about who the visitors were or what their intentions might be.
Someone arrived outside the door—Tengyun Geshang had already sensed it but paid no mind.
Moreover, he didn’t deem it necessary to communicate with Fei Peilie, who was only obligated to inquire out of formality.
Understanding Tengyun Geshang’s intent, Fei Peilie nodded, approached Mengkou, and opened the door.
A familiar face appeared before him.
“Long time no see, dear Fei Peilie, and the honorable Lord Tengyun Geshang!”
“Gerwood, why are you here?!”
Compared to the silver-haired man’s grace, Fei Peilie’s reaction was icy.
Gerwood—a formidable figure whose abilities rivaled his own, and an advanced member of Umbrella.
Gerwood’s presence boded no good for Fei Peilie, as his identity was somewhat peculiar.
“Fei Peilie, aren’t you going to invite me in?
Surely Lord Tengyun Geshang wouldn’t teach such improper manners, right?”
Gerwood offered a faint smile, unsurprised by Fei Peilie’s cold reaction—this was exactly as he had anticipated.
If Fei Peilie had welcomed him warmly, Gerwood would have been truly shocked.
Their relationship had always been strained.
Unlike Fei Peilie’s overt hostility, Gerwood chose subtler methods of expression.
To Fei Peilie, the man was nothing but a smiling tiger hiding selfish motives—a scheming, thoroughly rotten individual.
Fei Peilie frowned at Gerwood, his gaze filled with disdain.
If he could avoid it, he wouldn’t let this man step inside, as if afraid of contamination.
Yet Gerwood, with his ever-present smile, acted as though he hadn’t noticed the disgust in Fei Peilie’s eyes.
No matter Fei Peilie’s attitude, Gerwood maintained his air of elegance unfalteringly.
After all, he considered himself a gentleman, the heir of refined—even flawless—etiquette.
Deep within his gaze was an inherent sense of superiority.
Unbeknownst to Fei Peilie, Gerwood viewed him as nothing more than a crude, impure-blooded monkey lacking in manners.
It explained why Fei Peilie despised him—Gerwood hailed from the last remnants of aristocracy.
Such people carried an innate arrogance, with few capable of earning their genuine respect.
His external display of politeness was nothing more than a facade.
“If you have something to say, say it quickly and get lost!”
Fei Peilie had no intention of showing Gerwood any courtesy.
For him, refraining from outright expelling Gerwood was already his greatest concession.
After all, Fei Peilie had once painstakingly studied every conceivable skill of a butler in pursuit of Tengyun Geshang’s approval, striving to embody the elegance of a true gentleman.
Politeness was etched into his very being.
But with Gerwood, Fei Peilie abandoned his usual decorum entirely.
Against someone like Gerwood, courtesy was useless—what truly worked was the language of blunt force.
“Fei Peilie, your thoughts are written all over your face.
Don’t let a moment’s impulse bring shame upon Lord Tengyun Geshang!”
Gerwood spoke with a deliberately earnest tone, all while stepping into the room and slowly walking toward Tengyun Geshang.
“Still as skilled at deflection as ever…”
Fei Peilie sneered, accustomed to Gerwood’s glib tongue.
Though annoyed, he curbed his emotions out of respect for Tengyun Geshang’s presence.
After all, as Gerwood had pointed out, it wasn’t just about Fei Peilie’s own dignity—he had to consider Tengyun Geshang’s reputation.
The esteemed name of Tengyun Geshang must not be tarnished.
“Good afternoon, Lord Tengyun Geshang.
It’s been so long, yet you remain as distinguished as ever!”
Gerwood performed his refined aristocratic greeting, but Tengyun Geshang remained unresponsive.
Reclining in the Taishi Chair, he seemed less like someone resting and more like someone asleep.
Gerwood, unfazed, kept his poised smile and said respectfully, “I just completed a mission in Cuba.
Initially, I thought I would head back to the base, but unexpectedly, Lord Konstantin suddenly assigned me to a new task.
I didn’t expect Lord Tengyun Geshang to be here as well.
I’m also here to convey Lord Konstantin’s regards!”
Bringing up Konstantin was a grave misstep—it was a direct provocation to Tengyun Geshang.
“Oh, so that fellow Konstantin remembers me?
He hasn’t contacted me in days; I thought he’d forgotten about me.
Busy man, after all.”
At last, Tengyun Geshang opened his eyes.
He couldn’t remain indifferent once Konstantin was mentioned, especially since Gerwood was acting on Konstantin’s behalf.
“Lord Konstantin is indeed very busy.
Being Number One, many matters await his approval.”
Gerwood’s elegant, handsome face was the picture of charm, but Tengyun Geshang wished to tear it apart.
By deliberately emphasizing “Number One,” Gerwood was clearly attempting to provoke him.
Were it not for Tengyun Geshang’s consideration of his own status and the need to avoid confrontation with Konstantin’s subordinate, he would have made Gerwood suffer unthinkably.
Gerwood’s status as Konstantin’s envoy was undeniable, something both Tengyun Geshang and Gerwood acknowledged.
Gerwood was openly known within the organization as Konstantin’s lapdog.
Rather than focusing on Gerwood’s jibes, Tengyun Geshang was far more concerned about his true purpose.
Was Gerwood here representing Konstantin’s intent?
“What’s your mission here?”
Asked Tengyun Geshang, his expression unreadable, as if his question was casual.
Gerwood showed no sign of concealment, explaining, “Lord Konstantin noticed you’ve been in Zhonghai for so long and suspected you might have encountered difficulties.
He specifically sent me to assist you—as a helping hand!”
A helping hand?
Tengyun Geshang inwardly scoffed at the words.
Gerwood sent to help him?
Only a fool would believe it.
Tengyun Geshang was no idiot and wouldn’t take Gerwood’s claim seriously.
Any discerning observer could see that Tengyun Geshang and Konstantin were ostensibly aligned but secretly at odds.
Their close confidants were fully aware of this tension.
Gerwood, being one of Konstantin’s trusted aides, came to assist Tengyun Geshang?