123: Chapter 123 Returning Home with Unparalleled Prestige, Women from Jiangzhong Lined the Streets to Welcome Him

The Gulfstream private jet pierced through the thick clouds.

After a smooth flight of over ten hours, the fuselage shuddered slightly, and the landing gear touched down steadily onto the runway of Jiangzhong City International Airport.

Qin Yuan did not deliberately hide his itinerary for this return trip.

In fact, he had even instructed Gu Qianqian to leak the news in advance.

Since he had already reached the pinnacle overseas, the grandeur of this homecoming naturally could not be neglected.

As the plane slowly came to a halt in front of the VIP tarmac.

Outside the porthole was a shocking scene that would make any ordinary person go weak at the knees and kneel upon a single glance.

The entire T1 terminal of Jiangzhong City International Airport had been completely cleared out!

Extending from the tarmac all the way to the airport highway entrance, a scarlet carpet several kilometers long was laid out.

On both sides of the carpet, there were guards stationed every five steps and sentries every ten.

They were all elite bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses, with bulges at their waists, exuding a murderous aura.

And at the end of the red carpet.

All the prominent figures from both the underworld and the legitimate circles of Jiangzhong City—Mayor Zhao, the underground leader Big Brother Wang Hu, President Gao Qiqiang of the Jian Gong Group...

At this moment, they were all lined up on both sides of the red carpet with solemn expressions, like soldiers waiting for inspection.

No one dared to whisper, and they even deliberately slowed their breathing.

Because they knew.

The person stepping off this plane today was no longer the young master of the Qin Family who merely dominated Jiangzhong City.

It was the Shadow Emperor, who had leveled the Dragon King Hall overseas, conquered the entire European underground world, and truly stood at the very pinnacle of the power pyramid on this planet!

"Hiss—"

The cabin door slowly opened.

The gangway was lowered.

Qin Yuan appeared at the cabin door, wearing a well-tailored black haute couture suit with a pure black trench coat draped over his shoulders.

The rising sun shone upon him, as if plating him with a divine halo.

"Welcome back, Shadow Emperor!"

On both sides of the red carpet.

Thousands of black-clad bodyguards, as well as all the powerful figures of Jiangzhong City, knelt on one knee in unison the moment they saw Qin Yuan!

They struck their right fists heavily against their left chests, letting out a deafening, unified shout!

The sound waves cleared the air, and the momentum was like a rainbow. This grandeur was ten times more imposing than an ancient emperor's imperial inspection!

Qin Yuan walked down the gangway with a calm expression.

He had long been accustomed to such scenes.

After all, having just dealt with nuclear bombs and vampires overseas, the scene before him really couldn't stir up much emotional fluctuation in him.

"Everyone, rise."

Qin Yuan waved his hand indifferently.

"Thank you, Shadow Emperor!"

Only then did the crowd stand up as if relieved of a heavy burden, but their backs remained slightly hunched, their eyes filled with awe.

"Young Master, the car is ready."

A-Fu appeared behind Qin Yuan like a ghost, respectfully handing him a hot towel.

Qin Yuan wiped his hands, tossed the towel back onto the tray, and looked past the crowd toward the main motorcade parked at the very front, consisting of ten bulletproof Maybachs.

Beside the main motorcade stood a line of stunningly beautiful women.

It was his massive harem of beauties.

They were competing in beauty and splendor, each with their own unique charm, beautiful enough to take one's breath away.

Standing in the very center was the former ice-cold CEO, Su Qingxue.

Today, she was wearing a moon-white custom qipao, which perfectly accentuated her tall and curvaceous figure.

Her hair was put up, and her cold, noble aura, combined with her eyes slightly reddened from their long-awaited reunion, made her a femme fatale capable of driving any man mad.

To Su Qingxue's left was the mature and beautiful socialite, Liang Ainuo.

She was wearing a deep V-neck wine-red tight-fitting evening gown, with large expanses of snow-white skin exposed to the air. She was full of charm, and every movement exuded the fatal temptation of a mature woman.

And to the right.

They were the twin sisters, Nightingale and Night Butterfly, wearing tight black leather suits with incredibly hot figures.

They were toying with cold, gleaming daggers in their hands, their eyes icy, only revealing a near-pathological fanaticism and submission when looking at Qin Yuan.

Besides them, there was the cold female forensic pathologist Bai Yuewei, wearing a white lab coat, gold-rimmed glasses, and exuding an ascetic vibe; as well as the pure and lovely school beauty Lin Waner, wearing a floral dress...

These goddesses, who were once regarded as forbidden fruit by various Children of Destiny and were considered unattainable.

At this moment.

They were all standing in a neat row like the most docile kittens.

The moment Qin Yuan approached, they all lowered their noble heads in unison and curtsied slightly.

"Welcome back, Master..."

Their delicate voices intertwined, creating the ultimate fantasy that all men in the world dreamed of.

Qin Yuan walked up to them and took a deep breath.

Mmm, the familiar scent of perfume, the familiar gentle embrace. This feeling was still the most comfortable.

Spending every day fighting and killing outside, it was time to come back and properly enjoy this decadent capitalist lifestyle.

"Qingxue, you've worked hard during this time."

Qin Yuan reached out and gently pinched Su Qingxue's delicate, flawless face.

"It wasn't hard work."

Su Qingxue's voice trembled slightly, and the ice in her eyes completely melted, turning into a pool of spring water.

"As long as I can help Young Master Qin, Qingxue is willing to do anything."

It seemed that her Stockholm syndrome was getting more and more serious, but that was fine.

Qin Yuan smiled with satisfaction and was just about to pull his hand back.

"Oh my~ Young Master Qin is biased."

Beside them, Liang Ainuo coquettishly leaned in, her proud, fair breasts unreservedly rubbing against Qin Yuan's arm.

"I've been helping you manage the capital flow in Jiangzhong so well during this time, and I'm exhausted and sore every day. Don't you feel sorry for me?"

As she spoke, she deliberately threw him a flirtatious wink, that air of a mature woman's seductiveness enough to make one's heart itch.

"You've worked hard, Sister Ainuo. Tonight, I will personally massage your shoulders."

Qin Yuan wrapped his arm around Liang Ainuo's slender, willow-like waist, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Just as he was preparing to embrace them both and enjoy the blessings of having multiple women, heading towards that extended bulletproof Maybach.

Suddenly.

A subtle scent of gunpowder permeated the air.

Su Qingxue's eyes, which had been gentle as water, turned cold instantly when she saw Liang Ainuo's ample bosom almost pressed against Qin Yuan.

"Manager Liang."

Su Qingxue's voice reverted to her usual ice-cold CEO persona, exuding an unquestionable aura of the head wife.

"In public, acting so clingy, what kind of decorum is that? Don't you see so many subordinates watching?"

Liang Ainuo arched her eyebrows and met Su Qingxue's gaze without showing any weakness.

"Oh, is CEO Su feeling distressed? Or should I say, are you jealous?"

She covered her mouth and giggled, her body not only failing to move away but pressing even closer to Qin Yuan.

"We are all the Master's confidantes, so why distinguish between you and me? Besides, the Master has been fighting so hard outside, so what's wrong with him relaxing when he gets back?"

"You!"

Su Qingxue was choked with anger. Although she was skilled in business, she could never be a match for a veteran like Liang Ainuo when it came to such petty jealous schemes.

"Enough."

Seeing the gunpowder smell between the two women growing stronger, with a real possibility of a catfight breaking out on the spot, the twin assassin Nightingale nearby suddenly interjected coldly.

"The Master just got off the plane and needs to rest. If you want to fight, I'll spar with you."

As she spoke, the dagger in her hand spun in an extremely dangerous arc at her fingertips.

Bai Yuewei pushed up her glasses and said nothing, but a hint of impatience clearly flashed in her eyes.

And Lin Waner, like a frightened little white rabbit, hid in the back and weakly tugged at Qin Yuan's sleeve.

"Brother Qin..."

This shura field was about to erupt!

Qin Yuan stood in the middle of the women, feeling the air pressure around him suddenly drop to freezing point.

Not only did he not feel a headache, but he actually found it quite interesting.

Accustomed to being decisive and ruthless outside, occasionally watching this kind of little drama of the harem catching fire was, in a way, a different kind of diversion.

However.

Diversion is one thing, but rules still need to be set.

Qin Yuan released his hand from around Liang Ainuo, his expression gradually sinking.

He did not speak.

He simply swept his cold, emotionless gaze across the faces of the women one by one.

Instantly.

The women who were at daggers drawn a second ago turned pale simultaneously.

That terrifying pressure belonging to a superior, belonging to the Shadow Emperor, made them feel as if they had instantly fallen into an ice cellar.

Only then did they suddenly realize.

The man in front of them was not some ordinary rich second generation who would let them squabble over jealousy.

This was a demon who could easily wipe out an army of one hundred thousand and make the whole world tremble!

"M-Master, I was wrong..."

Liang Ainuo's legs went weak with fear, she almost lost her footing, and she quickly lowered her head, her voice trembling.

Su Qingxue's face was also deathly pale; she bit her lip tightly, not daring to look directly into Qin Yuan's eyes again.

"It seems that while I was away, you all have been too idle."

Qin Yuan's voice was not loud, but every word felt like it was striking their hearts.

"Remember your status."

"Here with me, there is no head wife, no concubine."

"There are only those who obey, and those who do not."

Qin Yuan walked to the door of the Maybach and stopped.

He did not turn back, just coldly dropped one sentence.

"Tonight, all of you, get cleaned up and come to my room."

"I want to see whose waist is sorer."