At that moment, every member of the Tianfu Society present was completely dumbfounded.
Sure, they loved to fight and challenge each other, but a deathmatch contract? That was something you couldn’t just mess around with!
Even though it was life-or-death, no one held back.
But when it came to actual challenges, everyone still had some restraint—they absolutely avoided killing unless necessary!
After all, they were all members of the Tianfu Society. If someone deliberately killed another member, or even accidentally did so, their future in the Tianfu Society would definitely be miserable!
So.
Over all these years, since the Tianfu Society was founded, a deathmatch contract had never once appeared!
Everyone turned to look at Lu Ran.
This new necromancer—some of them had heard of Lu Ran’s terrifying reputation.
But even so, going straight to a deathmatch contract?
Shocking as it was, it was understandable.
After all, that bastard Bai Lei was just too much of a bully. With that kind of provocation, few people could hold back.
Shen Man also looked at Lu Ran.
But strangely, Shen Man didn’t interject—she just watched with a smile.
Bai Lei’s life didn’t matter. The Bai family was nothing—sure, they had some say in the capital, but in front of Shen Man, they were less than nothing!
Shen Man needed someone to forcefully suppress all the members of the Tianfu Society—someone with absolute strength and dominance!
Lu Ran happened to be that person.
As long as Lu Ran could suppress Bai Lei this time, he would secure the number one spot, gain absolute say, and instantly establish himself as a necromancer.
It was killing two birds with one stone!
After all, although some members of the Tianfu Society knew of Lu Ran’s power, there were still plenty of arrogant bastards who looked down on everyone.
And at this moment.
Lu Ran had already pulled out a deathmatch contract and was waving it in front of everyone.
He looked at Bai Lei and said, “You’ve been dragging this out forever. Weren’t you barking so loud earlier? What’s wrong? This is all you’ve got? You don’t even dare to sign a deathmatch contract? Then I suggest you just step aside willingly. First place is mine, and the title of idiot is yours. After all, only an idiot wouldn’t dare sign a deathmatch contract.”
“You—” Bai Lei gritted his teeth, glaring viciously at Lu Ran.
He was confident.
But Lu Ran pulling out a deathmatch contract so directly caught Bai Lei off guard.
Once a deathmatch contract appeared, it meant one of them had to die!
Either Lu Ran or him, Bai Lei!
It was a fight to the death!
Bai Lei’s breathing grew rapid.
One of his lackeys beside him just had to open his mouth and say, “Young Master Bai, maybe we should just forget it. There’s always another day. Signing a deathmatch contract outright isn’t worth the risk. If you lose, it’s all over.”
At those words, Lu Ran almost burst out laughing.
This lackey was great—he’d hit the nail on the head.
Saying that in front of so many people was practically pushing Bai Lei to sign!
If Bai Lei didn’t sign now, he’d have to tuck his tail between his legs in the Tianfu Society from now on.
“You’re trying to scare me, aren’t you? You think a deathmatch contract can intimidate me? Have you considered what would happen to you if I agreed and signed it?” Bai Lei asked fiercely.
Lu Ran rolled his eyes.
Too lazy to waste words.
He simply swiped his hand across the contract with a flourish.
Then he said slowly, “You bunch of trash—you’re all talk when it comes to showing off, but when it’s time to get down to business, this is all you’ve got? Scare you? What’s the point of scaring you? I want your life! Isn’t that what you want too? I’m giving you a chance now. I’ve already signed. Whether you sign or not is your business.”
With that, he casually tossed it.
The deathmatch contract fluttered down and landed right in front of Bai Lei.
Bai Lei’s expression shifted slightly.
He looked at the deathmatch contract on the ground, and at the countless eyes focused on him—those gazes seemed to burn with intensity—he didn’t dare look up.
At that moment.
The lackey who had spoken earlier bent down and picked up the deathmatch contract.
Then he scurried over to Bai Lei and said, “Don’t worry, Young Master Bai. This kid wanted to throw the deathmatch contract on the ground to humiliate you, but he won’t get away with it. Young Master Bai, I picked it up for you.”
With that, he handed it to Bai Lei.
At this point, even Shen Man couldn’t hold back—she burst out laughing.
She was already curvy and voluptuous, and laughing like that made her jiggle all over. Lu Ran, being closest to her, couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Cong Shuang also shook her head helplessly.
This lackey was really doing his job well. Bai Lei would probably have to screen his lackeys more carefully in the future.
Except, if Bai Lei signed this deathmatch contract today, he wouldn’t have a future to pick lackeys for.
Because in front of Lu Ran, he had no chance of surviving!
“Fine, I’ll sign. I’m not hesitating because I’m afraid. Killing you is exactly what I intend to do—I just wanted to give you a little more of a chance, but you don’t know how to appreciate it. Since that’s the case, life or death, no matter what—a new member of the Tianfu Society, killed so easily by me, President Shen won’t mind, right?”
Bai Lei took the deathmatch contract and shot a fierce glare at his lackey.
Then he looked at Shen Man and spoke.
Lu Ran instantly understood—this Bai Lei really had no guts at all.
Of course, it wasn’t that Bai Lei lacked confidence. On the contrary, the guy was very confident, but confidence and cowardice weren’t mutually exclusive.
A deathmatch contract—he didn’t dare sign it easily.
Because in Bai Lei’s mind, in a normal duel, he could also kill Lu Ran, but if something unexpected happened and he couldn’t kill Lu Ran, at least he wouldn’t die himself.
It was a beautiful thought.
So in the end, he was hoping Shen Man would step in and stop it.
After all, this was the Tianfu Society. Two members challenging each other in front of Shen Man, even bringing out a deathmatch contract—wasn’t that a bit much?
As the president of the Tianfu Society, aren’t you going to say something?
But the result…
Shen Man shook her head and said, “Whatever exists has its reason. If deathmatch contracts exist, they have meaning. I don’t advocate them, but if both of you agree and sign, then there’s no problem. If you feel your strength isn’t enough, you can choose not to sign—after all, it is indeed a bit dangerous.”
The implication was: I don’t care, do whatever you want.
And her seemingly well-meaning advice actually pushed Bai Lei one step further.
Now Bai Lei—if he signed, he’d have to go through with it, life or death, no matter what!
If he didn’t sign.
He’d lose face completely, and holding onto the number one ranking by force would be meaningless.
Bai Lei’s heart jolted.
Suddenly he shouted again, “I want to sign, but does this count as Lu Ran challenging my rank? He’s not even a member of the Tianfu Society yet, is he? Does he even have the right to challenge me?”
Just as he finished speaking.
A Tianfu Society staff member came in from outside.
He handed a document to Shen Man.
And said, “President, it’s done. We’ve already registered Lu Ran. He’s now a member of our Tianfu Society.”
Bai Lei’s head spun with a buzzing sound.
What the hell!
How come I never saw you people work this efficiently before!
Lu Ran chuckled.
He looked at Bai Lei and said, “Any more excuses?”
