Three Sins Against Heaven

Ryan Ji was stunned, lowering his head once more, remaining silent.

At this moment, he had no idea how to face Carol Yan.

Carol Yan spoke softly, "If you don't say anything now, when he returns and touches me, I won't listen to anything you say anymore. Are you sure you don't want to speak?"

Ryan Ji finally mustered the courage, looked up at Carol Yan, and after hesitating for a long time, nodded.

"Yes, I like you."

Carol Yan burst into laughter, gazing at Ryan Ji with affection, her voice becoming even softer, "I like you too. Let's get married."

"What?" Ryan Ji was completely stunned, his eyes full of disbelief, "Now?"

"Otherwise? Are you planning to wait until I'm defiled by him before being with me?" Carol Yan asked with a smile, then looked at Ryan Ji with an incredibly serious expression, "I've cleaned myself, my body is clean, my person is clean, my heart is clean. I want to give my clean self to you. Do you dare to take me?"

Ryan Ji was utterly shocked. He walked to Dylan Chen's window and knocked twice. Usually quick with words, he now stuttered, "Dylan... I... I have no idea... you... you tell me... what... what should I do?"

Dylan Chen opened the door and walked up to Ryan Ji, glanced at Carol Yan, his eyes full of admiration, then smiled at Ryan Ji.

"Hasn't Carol already told you what to do? Since when have you been so hesitant?"

Ryan Ji took a deep breath, grabbed Carol Yan's hand tightly, "Alright, let's get married!"

"I just checked the attic, the setup is decent. Let's use it as our bridal chamber. I found some food and wine, we can even have a wedding banquet." Carol Yan smiled brightly, pulling Ryan Ji into the attic.

Dylan Chen walked to the door of the two boys on the right and knocked gently, "Gentlemen, my brother is getting married, and I invite you to the banquet."

After a moment of silence, the boy with an honest face who lived to Dylan Chen's right opened the door and came out.

Dylan Chen looked at him, trying to recall in his mind, but only had a vague impression and didn't know his name.

Although everyone was under his management after Thomas Yang's death, there were too many people for him to remember them all.

"What's your name?" Dylan Chen asked.

"Roy Li," the boy answered softly.

"Please." Dylan Chen stepped aside, gesturing towards the attic.

Roy Li hesitated for a moment but eventually mustered the courage to walk into the attic.

Among this batch of Spirit Slaves, those who survived had all participated in the battle that night. He had witnessed Dylan Chen's methods firsthand. Although he feared Mark Ye's punishment, he also didn't dare to offend Dylan Chen.

Dylan Chen walked to the room on the far right, stood outside the door, and said calmly, "I don't need to say it, you know who I am. I once abandoned a group of people, and I know they hate me, so I remember each one of them. Before entering this courtyard, I carefully looked at your face, and you weren't among those who hate me. Were you there that night?"

"I was." A steady voice finally came from inside the room, "That night, I wielded a spear for you."

"What's your name?"

"Ralph Zhao."

"I invite you to the banquet."

Silence fell again inside the room. After a long time, a bitter laugh came out, "Boss Dylan, please don't force me. I don't want to bring trouble upon myself."

"I said, I, invite, you, to, the, banquet!" Dylan Chen enunciated each word, then his voice turned cold, "Since you were there that night, you should know my methods. If you don't come, it won't just be bringing trouble upon yourself. Ryan Ji is getting married today, killing is inauspicious. But I guarantee, you will die tomorrow."

With a creak, the door finally opened, and the sturdy Ralph Zhao walked up to Dylan Chen, lowering his head.

"Boss Dylan, I will listen to you."

Although they were all Spirit Slaves, Dylan Chen had managed them for several months, and his authority still lingered.

Under Dylan Chen's threat, Ralph Zhao ultimately chose to comply.

"Please." Dylan Chen stepped aside once more, gesturing with his hand.

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Dylan Chen followed Ralph Zhao upstairs. The hall, originally used for receiving guests, had been simply decorated by Ryan Ji and Carol Yan, giving it a festive atmosphere.

Ryan Ji picked up a few jars of wine that Carol Yan had found and placed them in front of Dylan Chen, smiling, "I never thought my wedding would be like this. It's a bit simple, but let's make do. We'll make it up later if we get the chance."

"Alright." Dylan Chen smiled warmly, handing two jars of wine to Roy Li and Ralph Zhao.

The two took the jars nervously, falling silent once more.

"What are you afraid of? If Mark Ye asks, just blame it on me." Ryan Ji laughed heartily, patting their shoulders, and opened a jar of wine, "Come on, drink!"

"Drink!" Dylan Chen raised his jar high, his face beaming with genuine joy.

Roy Li and Ralph Zhao, knowing they couldn't refuse, stopped hesitating. Recalling their experiences in the Demonic Extreme Sect, they lifted their jars and drank deeply.

Carol Yan sat in the main seat, smiling as she watched them drink. After they finished a jar, she stood up and bowed, looking every bit the part of a wife.

"Sorry for the simple conditions, this is all we can offer. Mark Ye could return at any moment, so we need to hurry to the bridal chamber. Gentlemen, please excuse us."

Roy Li and Ralph Zhao immediately stood up and left. If Dylan Chen hadn't forced them to come, they wouldn't have dared to do something so reckless. Carol Yan asking them to leave was exactly what they wanted.

Dylan Chen remained seated, smiling at Ryan Ji and Carol Yan.

Carol Yan knew Dylan Chen and Ryan Ji had something to discuss, so she gave Ryan Ji a deep look and went to the room alone to wait.

Ryan Ji picked up another jar of wine, opened it, and handed it to Dylan Chen.

Dylan Chen took the jar but didn't drink immediately. He took off the copper coin from his wrist, put the red line into his pocket, and handed the copper coin to Ryan Ji with a smile.

"A wedding gift is a must. Dylan Chen, one copper coin as a gift."

"We're brothers; there's no need for that." Ryan Ji waved his hand, then pushed the copper coin back to Dylan Chen, laughing heartily, "Though you never mentioned it, you often fiddle with this copper coin, so it must be very important to you. The fact that you thought of giving it to me shows your good intentions, and that's enough."

Seeing Ryan Ji refuse to accept it, Dylan Chen put the copper coin back into his pocket and raised his jar.

"Then let's drink, cheers!"

"Hahaha, cheers, watch me!" Ryan Ji laughed, raising his jar and drinking it all in one go, his heart feeling lighter.

After finishing the wine, Ryan Ji suddenly became serious, "Do you think I was too impulsive? Mark Ye won't let us go when he returns, and this might implicate you too."

"It was impulsive." Dylan Chen nodded with a smile, then changed his tone, "But in front of someone you like, you don't need to be rational. Could you just watch Carol Yan be defiled by Mark Ye? Could I just watch you fight Mark Ye to the death and do nothing? Since when did you become so hesitant? You just focus on the bridal chamber, leave the rest to me."

"It's just that the bridal chamber is coming up, and I'm a bit nervous." Ryan Ji scratched his head, "From what you're saying, do you have a plan?"

Dylan Chen smiled, "I do have a plan, but it's hastily made and might not be thorough. But it's the best we can do. We might not have another chance to talk like this, so I'll tell you the whole plan now. If we can communicate later, I'll adjust it."

"Alright, I'm listening." Ryan Ji nodded seriously, and after hearing Dylan Chen's plan, his eyes were filled with shock.

"Enough, now's not the time to think about this." Dylan Chen smiled warmly, patting Ryan Ji's shoulder, "Go to the bridal chamber."

Ryan Ji suppressed his shock and turned to leave.

Dylan Chen shook each jar of wine, pouring all the remaining wine into one jar, then carried it to the steps outside the attic and sat down.

Inside, Roy Li and Ralph Zhao stood by the window, looking at Dylan Chen in disbelief.

They never expected Dylan Chen to be so bold. Wasn't he afraid of Mark Ye suddenly returning?

Dylan Chen propped his chin with his left hand, gently tapping the wine jar with his right, quietly waiting for Mark Ye to return.

An hour later, when Mark Ye returned and saw Dylan Chen sitting on the steps, he was stunned, then his face turned icy.

"Lackey, you have some nerve!"