Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 102

Li Cheng twisted his wrist lightly, and Fan Ming’s hand was instantly pinned, forced sideways as though seized by an invisible force.

The next moment, Li Cheng flicked his fingers downward—Fan Ming’s gun clattered to the ground.

His cool, indifferent voice followed: “Next time you want to dream, do it at night.”

“Catching me? You’re not quite qualified yet.”

As the words fell, Li Cheng’s gaze flickered. He could clearly sense that his system’s power had grown much stronger than before.

Though puzzled, he still murmured to A-Keng, “You seem stronger than before.”

A-Keng let out a proud little giggle: 【Fox Host, I leveled up! I can do so much more now!】

Li Cheng’s eyes drifted to Fan Ming, then to the two terrified children cowering nearby. “Erase their memories.”

The upgraded A-Keng responded smugly: 【No problem, leave it to me! I can erase memories now!】

Before he could act, the children’s sobbing interrupted him. Li Cheng approached, and one of them suddenly threw himself into Li Cheng’s arms.

“Uu… Big brother, he had a gun… I’m scared…”

Just as Li Cheng was about to comfort him, the child’s expression—once fearful—shifted. His wide, innocent eyes grew dark and sharp, a malicious gleam slicing through the naïveté.

The child’s small hands, still clasped around Li Cheng’s neck, were now gripping a syringe.

【Fox Host, the child’s wrong! Push him away, now!】

A-Keng’s alarmed voice cut in. He’d been about to wipe the boy’s memory when he saw that twisted, inhuman look.

Li Cheng hadn’t thought to guard himself; he never considered two human children a threat.

At the warning, he instinctively tried to shove the boy away—

—but just as his hand grabbed the child’s shoulder, the syringe plunged deep into his neck.

The attack was so fast, so close, that he didn’t even have time to react.

“Tch…”

Shoving the child away, Li Cheng’s vision swam, his head spinning. The world blurred and tilted; he shook his head, trying to clear it—but it only grew heavier.

And colder.

He touched the spot on his neck where the needle had gone in. The pain crawled like a thousand tiny insects under his skin, spreading through his whole body.

He tried to summon divine power—but found it locked, sealed by some invisible force.

He’d been trapped.

His eyes lifted toward Fan Ming, who looked just as startled by what was happening.

Not Fan Ming. Then who?

From afar came the chopping roar of rotor blades. Li Cheng glanced up. A helicopter was approaching from the ruins’ far edge, hovering until it stopped directly overhead.

The side door was open—and seated inside was Bai Si.

Of course. That damn scientist.

Li Cheng’s eyes narrowed in contempt. Typical.

Some people were even filthier than demons.

Such vile tricks… He really would stop at nothing.

But one thing didn’t add up—how did Bai Si know he’d come looking for the fox demon?

Had he been tracking him this whole time?

When Li Cheng looked again at the two “children,” his blood went cold—they had transformed into two small white cat demons.

Demons.

He’d walked right into it.

No wonder they’d screamed in such pain when caught by the demon-binding chains earlier.

He’d thought they were just frightened children.

So they were monsters in disguise. That explained everything.

In the Realm of Illusion, a demon’s true form was usually easy to see through—but these two could perfectly mimic human appearances.

They must be Bai Si’s test subjects.

And evidently, successful ones.

The helicopter’s blades whipped the air into a frenzy, dust rising around him. Li Cheng tried several times to call forth his divine power, but nothing came.

The drug—no doubt custom-made by Bai Si—had locked him down completely.

He couldn’t even shift into his true form to escape.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Li Cheng ordered, “A-Keng, get me out of here.”

A-Keng’s voice trembled: 【Fox Host, this realm’s data cannot be disrupted. I can’t alter the trajectory here.】

At critical moments, the system was always useless.

Li Cheng once again found that old saying to be true.

Above, Bai Si’s mocking voice rang out over the roar of the blades:

“Li Cheng, got nothing left to say for yourself now, do you?”

A smug smile twisted his lips.

“Everything just now was recorded remotely. You still plan to deny you’re a demon?”

He looked at Li Cheng like a scientist admiring his masterpiece—his eyes glinting with greed and madness.

“The only half-human, half-demon in the Realm of Illusion—you’ll be of immeasurable value to future research.”

Bai Si’s laughter rang sharp and deranged. His dark eyes gleamed like the depths of an abyss.

Li Cheng’s fingers curled slightly. People more terrifying than demons… must mean men like him.

“Hmph.” His quiet scoff carried a thread of exhaustion. “Bai Si, you’d better think carefully about how you want to die. Because this time, I won’t let you go.”

Bai Si’s grin widened, manic.

“The one who should be choosing a death is you. Should I start with your heart—or that demon core of yours? I’ll let you pick.”

He paused, then sneered again:

“Oh, right. Your lawful husband is still Chief of our Weapons Research Center, isn’t he? Zhou Ci, was it?”

His tone turned mocking. “Don’t count on him coming to save you. Hiding a half-demon was crime enough—he’s in no position to protect himself now.”

Zhou Ci…

Yuan Zheng…

Yuan Zheng was a liar, and he hated him—

—but right now, he wanted nothing more than to see him again.

Li Cheng’s gaze fixed on Bai Si’s deranged face.

He staggered back a few steps, chest tightening, his body growing weaker and heavier by the second.

Then he saw Bai Si draw out a faintly golden rope—its surface pulsing with light only divine eyes could perceive.

“That rope…”

Li Cheng’s fingers trembled; his voice faltered.

Bai Si smirked. “A demon-binding rope. You won’t get away, Li Cheng.”

Li Cheng’s grip tightened, heartbeat pounding faster. Why does he have something like that?

That was no artifact meant to exist in this realm.

The fool must have been used by Qi Si.

What frightened Li Cheng wasn’t the man himself—

—but the fact that the rope Bai Si held wasn’t a demon-binding rope at all.

If it were, it couldn’t truly hurt him.

But that—

—that was a Divine Binding Rope, forged with the power of divine souls.

And Bai Si didn’t even realize it.

The idiot.

Li Cheng narrowed his eyes, thoughts racing.

“What’s wrong? Afraid?” Bai Si’s voice dripped with mockery.

Li Cheng turned to run, but the helicopter swooped to block his path.

He didn’t know what was in the injection, only that every breath made his body colder, heavier—his blood sluggish, like ice.

He inhaled sharply. The faint shimmer of divine energy at his fingertips flickered—

—and grew weaker.