Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Nameless Nie's brows furrowed slightly. He came there due to the Rose of Death today…

His expression chilled instantly, and he looked at Ye Wanwan. “Sister Famous Ye, did you know anyone who pretends to be the Rose of Death will turn into bones and ashes?”

“Alright, call Iceberg Man, Little Sweetie, and Spray of Flowers here.” Ye Wanwan nodded calmly.

“Call them for what?” Taoist Devotee didn't understand.

“Of course we're calling them; it's most important for a family to be together. The six of us can go to Yellow Springs 1 hand in hand!” Ye Wanwan chuckled.

“Go to Yellow Springs?” Nameless Nie looked at Ye Wanwan, baffled. “What do you mean?”

“Didn't you just say anyone who pretends to be members of the Rose of Death had to die?” Ye Wanwan asked.

“That's right.” Nameless Nie nodded.

“Exactly.” Ye Wanwan snorted. “You haven't forgotten how I hired you to be my bodyguards back in Myanmar, right…?”

“Of course we haven't forgotten… Ah, we had several hotpot meals in China with the money we earned that time. So satisfying.” Taoist Devotee nodded vehemently.

“So the six of us pretended to be the Rose of Death together… You didn't forget about this, right… Since anyone who pretends to be the Rose of Death has to die, that's perfect. The six of us can die together, whole and intact!” Ye Wanwan looked at Nameless Nie.

Nameless Nie: “…”

Taoist Devotee: “…”

Nameless Nie and Taoist Devotee met each other's eyes. They really had pretended to be the Rose of Death with Ye Wanwan…

How could this bl*ody b*stard be so cunning… She tricked all of us. If the patriarch of the Nie family comes back and learns about this, I'll be in for a round of d*mn scolding again…

When Ye Wanwan saw Nameless Nie and Taoist Devotee becoming embarra.s.sed, her eyes s.h.i.+fted and she threw her arm around Nameless Nie and pressed him into a chair. She grinned and said, “Let's forget about the past. I have business for you.”

“What business?” Taoist Devotee leaned in immediately.

“Look, you were the ones who created the Rose of Death… So it's your copyright… That's a major IP, but it's useless in your hands. How pitiful and wasteful, am I right?” Ye Wanwan asked cheerfully.

“IP?” Nameless Nie looked confused. “What's an IP?”

“IP is intellectual property… You've seen movies and novels, right? That's intellectual property and copyright… The Rose of Death is intellectual property created by you, so how about you sell the Rose of Death to me and I'll manage the Rose of Death's copyright?” Ye Wanwan tried to persuade them emotionally.

Nameless Nie finally understood after Ye Wanwan's explanation. He immediately shook his head and said, “No… I won't sell it!”

“You won't sell it?! Are you a pig?” Ye Wanwan sounded disappointed like she expected better from him. “What use is the Rose of Death in your hands? It isn't worth a penny! But do you know how valuable it would be if you transferred it to me?”

“This thing can earn money?” Nameless Nie looked doubtful.

“Rubbish. Of course it can earn money.”

Ye Wanwan chuckled and said, “After you transfer the Rose of Death to me, I'll be the Rose of Death's leader, Black Widow, from now on…

“After I become stronger and propagate the Rose of Death, I'll demand tributes. Isn't that money? Later on, I'll suggest we build a Rose of Death theme park or playground. Aren't tickets money?”

“After that, I'll produce a blockbuster movie on the Rose of Death, then an anime… then merchandise, and so on. Do you understand what a large sum of money that is?”