Deviant: No Longer Human

"Hahaha…"
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Wang Xiao suddenly burst into laughter, loud enough to draw the table's attention.

"What's so funny?" Zhu Qing asked, narrowing her eyes, her tone sharp with curiosity.

Wang Xiao grinned, shaking his head. Watching goddesses like Persephone and Aphrodite sneak glances at him like shy schoolgirls trying to flirt was killing him. Did Eveline not tell them who I am? I'm not some puppy they can toss scraps to.

Of course, no one else at the table understood, except for Qian Ruixin, who covered her suprise with her glass, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"What's so funny?" Zhu Qing pressed, her voice now edged with irritation.

Wang Xiao leaned back, swirling his drink. "I was just thinking about your offer."

"Offer?" Zhu Qing blinked, confused. "When did I give you an offer?"

He nodded toward the glowing leaderboard on the wall—a showcase of the top ten spenders in the club's history. "You're looking for a rich man, right? Tell me… if I take the top spot on that leaderboard tonight, will you drop under this table and suck me dry?"

"!!!"

Zhu Qing's face turned crimson, her eyes widening in disbelief.

The rest of the table froze, their jaws collectively dropping. Even Wang Jiarong, who was used to her brother's antics, choked on her drink. "Are you serious right now?!" she hissed, her face burning with embarrassment.

Zhu Qing's eyes darted to the leaderboard. The lowest entry was two million yuan, while the highest—thirty-two million—belonged to Master Long, the club's owner, who had famously bought drinks for the entire crowd during his birthday bash.

Her heart pounded as she glanced back at Wang Xiao.

"Thirty-two million?" she finally managed, her voice unsteady. "You're full of shit. That's more than your entire family's net worth."

Her opinion of him plummeted. He wasn't just shameless—he was delusional. 'Another arrogant prick with no sense of reality,' she thought, shaking her head.

Wang Jiarong shot him a glare, leaning in to whisper, "What are you doing? Are you trying to humiliate yourself?"

"Relax," Wang Xiao said, waving her off. "Just sit back and watch the show."

He turned his attention back to Zhu Qing, his smirk widening as he leaned forward. "So, what do you say? If I pull it off, will you get on your knees right here and worship me properly?"

Zhu Qing's jaw dropped again, her face burning so red it looked like it might catch fire. She stammered, trying to find words, but all that came out was a garbled, "Y-You…"

Even Qian Ruixin, who had been silent until now, choked on her drink, her face turning a shade of pink as she avoided looking at anyone.

Wang Xiao leaned back, entirely unbothered, enjoying the shameless words he'd just unleashed.

The dance performance had ended, and Persephone was back at the platform's edge, her presence regal and distant, as if waiting for a proper invitation to return.

Qian Ruixin's gaze flicked to Zhu Qing, and she bit her lip. She hoped the woman wouldn't fall for Wang Xiao's bait. Of course, if Wang Xiao truly wanted her, he had other methods to bed her—but making a proposal like this, in front of everyone? Even the thought made Ruixin's cheeks burn crimson.

"What's wrong? Scared?" Wang Xiao teased, his voice dripping with provocation.

"Of course not." Zhu Qing's smile returned, sharp and confident. "If you can spend more than thirty-two million tonight, forget kneeling—I'll be your girlfriend."

Wang Xiao chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "I don't need a girlfriend."

"..." Zhu Qing's smile faltered, her brows twitching in annoyance. "Fine. But if you fail, you'll be my servant for the next thirty days."

Qian Ruixin frowned, her unease evident. Wang Jiarong raised an eyebrow but remained silent, thinking her brother's arrogance could use a reality check.

"Deal," Wang Xiao said, his devilish grin widening. He looked like a predator who had just cornered his prey.

The next moment, Wang Xiao stood abruptly, his voice loud and clear. "All drinks are on me tonight!"

The club froze for a beat before erupting into murmurs and disbelief. No one moved. Words were cheap, and nobody in this crowd was stupid enough to trust baseless boasts.

But then, Persephone stepped forward, gliding across the floor with the grace of a queen. She leaned close to Apollo, whispering something, and the DJ smirked. The music cut for a moment, and his voice boomed across the speakers:

"Ladies and gentlemen, an announcement—all drinks tonight are courtesy of Mr. Wang!"

"!!"

The room exploded into chaos. Cheers erupted, glasses clinked, and people surged toward the bar in a frenzy.

"WOOOOO!"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

"DRINKS FOR DAYS, BABY!"

Zhu Qing's jaw dropped as she watched the crazy scene. Her disbelief deepened as her eyes darted to the leaderboard. In mere minutes, Wang Xiao's name had climbed into the top ten.

"..."

Her face paled. What kind of monster is this man?

"..."

Wang Jiarong's face darkened as panic seeped into her voice. She leaned close, nudging Wang Xiao. "How are we going to pay for all of this? You need to stop it—now!"

Wang Xiao chuckled, patting her thigh with a reassuring touch. "Relax. Remember? We don't have to pay a single cent."

"Mm…" Jiarong nodded hesitantly, but the tension in her body didn't ease. Her figure stayed stiff, her eyes darting nervously between the bar and the leaderboard. Even as Wang Xiao's hand lingered on her thigh, she didn't seem to notice—or care. Somehow, the warmth of his touch calmed her pounding heart, if only slightly.

Her gaze flicked to the leaderboard. His name kept climbing with each passing minute.

These clubs weren't just expensive—they were ruthless. A single drink could cost hundreds of thousands. With thousands of people ordering at once, even a hundred million could be spent in no time. It was the reason Master Long had picked a quieter day for his thirty-two-million-yuan spree, ensuring the crowd was only a fraction of its usual size. Going bankrupt wasn't part of the plan.

But Wang Xiao?

It was the dead of winter, and the club was packed to the brim. A swarming sea of patrons ordering without restraint. The score was growing and it didn't take long—barely thirty minutes—for Wang Xiao's name to shoot to the very top of the leaderboard.

BOOM!

The dragon sculpture roared, spitting fire high into the air. But this time, it wasn't just the club.

The entire 'Twin Phoenix Building' lit up, both towers glowing brightly as Wang Xiao's name blazed across the night sky, larger than life.

The crowd fell silent for a beat, stunned into speechlessness, before the room erupted into cheers, gasps, and frenzied applause.

"NO WAY!"

"IS THAT HIS NAME UP THERE?!"

"WHO THE HELL IS THIS GUY?!"

Wang Jiarong stared at the display, her heart pounding. The tension in her shoulders eased, though disbelief still painted her face. Wang Xiao, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed, his hand still resting lightly on her thigh.

Wang Xiao smirked, his gaze locking onto Zhu Qing's trembling form. "Now, it's your turn."