After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 10

The following day, as the group had breakfast in the hotel’s open-air garden, a chopstick slipped from someone’s hand and clattered to the floor.

An assistant chuckled. “Little Xie, what’s with you today?”

Xie Yunshen picked up the chopstick and sighed. “My hand has sacrificed too much for the sake of saving the world.”

He had spun that powerball for far too long last night; his wrist was staging a protest this morning. The people around him laughed.

Across from him, the culprit looked entirely remorseless. He leaned against the back of his chair, his brow casting a shadow over a pair of intimidating eyes, as if he were weighing the origins and consequences of a certain matter in his mind. Xie Yunshen suspected that because the man had actually slept well, his eyes looked even more terrifying today.

Yan Shiqi barely ate. He stood up, walked to the garden railing, and looked down at the towering bank building in the city. The soft morning light hitting his face seemed to sharpen into blades.

“The Top Star Sect’s prophecy is out. The winner of this bid will be the Zhu family.”

Xie Yunshen thought: Do all Bigshots like talking with their backs to people?

An assistant chimed in: “If the Top Star Sect dares to release such a prophecy, they must be 99% certain.”

“The Zhu family might be ‘obedient,’ but they have zero experience in port construction. Projects like ten-thousand-ton docks and hundred-ton ship locks would be enough to break them. From every angle, they don’t hold a candle to the Yan Group.”

Yan Shiqi said, “Right now, besides the Yan Group, the other families have likely already accepted their roles as ‘escort bidders’ for the Zhu family.”

“Should we switch to the second plan then…?” another middle-aged manager asked, looking worried.

Yan Shiqi, however, remained composed. “No. I’ve received word that the evaluation committee includes members from the Disciplinary Inspection Commission this time. This is our turning point.”

“Mr. Yan, are you really… going to do this? Even if we succeed, the Yan Group will completely offend the Top Star Sect because of this.” The middle-aged man’s brow furrowed deeply.

Yan Shiqi turned to look at him. “The flip side of choice is cost. The Zhu family chose to attach themselves to the Top Star Sect and become puppets. I, however, will not allow the future generations of the Yan family to become their marionettes.”

The middle-aged man froze, letting out a long, shaky breath after a moment of silence. Everyone lowered their heads; no one dared to look directly into those heavy, dark eyes.

So cool.

Xie Yunshen bit into his last piece of sausage.

In the novel, the “Third Tier” bidding did indeed cause a bloodbath, but since the Male Lead wasn’t in the scene, it was only mentioned in passing through character dialogue. Xie Yunshen didn’t know the specifics, but he knew that under Yan Shiqi’s leadership, the Yan Group won the bid, breaking the Top Star Sect’s streak of perfect market prophecies for the first time.

It was precisely because of this that Yan Shiqi suffered insane revenge from the Sect. In the bloody struggle that followed, both the Top Star Sect and the Yan family were severely weakened, allowing the Bai family—represented by the Male Lead—to emerge as the ultimate winner.

Just then, Yan Shiqi’s gaze shifted toward Xie Yunshen. Xie Yunshen raised his eyes to meet his.

Here we go again.

Over the past few days, the Bigshot would stare at him at the slightest provocation, making no effort to hide the scrutiny and calculation in his gaze. Being looked at with that “so righteous it’s wicked, so straight it’s bent” gaze, Xie Yunshen admitted that even his “iron-straight” heart was starting to feel the pressure.

Baihua Bank Building.

“Welcome, entrepreneurs, to the bidding site. Representatives will now take the stage to present their bids.” A leader on stage gave a brief opening.

Xie Yunshen watched as professionals took the podium, using terminology he didn’t understand to talk about things he couldn’t comprehend. Normally, bodyguards only stood outside, but Yan Shiqi had placed him directly to his left. The middle-aged manager sat to his right.

Of the Five Families, aside from the Zhu and Yan families, the other three only sent presenters. Likely because of the Top Star Sect’s prophecy, they knew they were just there for the show and didn’t take it seriously.

Instead of the stage, the other families preferred to watch Yan Shiqi. Although the “Third Tier” was a massive project, it usually wouldn’t warrant a figure like Yan Shiqi personally coming to B-City. Everyone was trying to read the thoughts behind that calm face.

The moment the Yan Group’s proposal appeared, Xie Yunshen understood why the “fixed” result would change. The Yan Group was using a new, original technology to present the port construction in a 3D holographic format.

When the manager adjusted the equipment and dimmed the lights, a fully realized port appeared before them, looking like a mirage and drawing gasps of wonder. In all of Country A, companies officially researching naked-eye 3D imaging could be counted on one hand. To bring out such technology just for a bid—Yan Shiqi was truly going to fight the Top Star Sect to the end.

With such brilliance in front of them, the Zhu family’s proposal looked mediocre. Under these circumstances, with disciplinary officials present, how could the committee dare to show blatant favoritism?

When the committee officially announced the Yan Group as the winner, the room fell into an uproar. The Top Star Sect’s prophecy had failed! The pyramid the Sect had built in the business world for over a century began to crack at this moment.

Men in dark suits swarmed forward to congratulate Yan Shiqi. The Head of the Yan family stood in the crowd, showing neither joy nor gravity—only a resolute, unwavering gaze.

Xie Yunshen knew the real storm had arrived.

On the way back, Yan Shiqi and Xie Yunshen sat alone in one car, with the driver in front. The assistants and the manager stayed in B-City to handle the follow-up.

Xie Yunshen kept a close eye on the surroundings and the cars behind them.

“That truck ahead. Something’s wrong,” Xie Yunshen said.

“Understood.” The driver slowed down, increasing the distance. The truck ahead slowed down accordingly.

Just as they entered a tunnel, the truck suddenly skidded, the semi-trailer swinging toward their windshield due to inertia!

BOOM!

Fortunately, the driver didn’t panic. With a sharp turn of the wheel and expert skill, the black Lincoln performed a drift inside the tunnel, narrowly avoiding the lethal impact.

Before they could even come to a full stop, a heavy motorcycle lunged toward the right rear of the car—where Yan Shiqi was sitting. By then, Xie Yunshen had already unbuckled Yan Shiqi’s seatbelt, pulled him over, and shielded him in his arms.

This Lincoln was a custom job—armored and reinforced with bulletproof materials. Under the motorcycle’s impact, the body only dented without flipping over. However, Yan Shiqi’s former seat was now crushed by the dented frame.

The motorcycle crashed by the roadside. Two cars behind them collided while trying to avoid the bike. A perfect “multi-car pileup” blocked their Lincoln in the tunnel, leaving them trapped.

Then, a heavy truck thundered into the tunnel.

“Hurry! Drive next to the trailer!” Xie Yunshen shouted.

The driver spun the wheel, and the car slid smoothly into the gap between the crashed trailer and the wall. As expected, the incoming truck aimed straight for their sedan but was blocked by the large trailer. The truck flipped at a 45-degree angle, grinding against the wall with a piercing screech before stopping two meters away.

The headlights of the truck and the car flickered in the darkness, rhythmic like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper. Several men stepped out of the vehicles, slowly approaching the car, their blades glinting coldly under the lights.

“They even brought toys. It’s been a while since things were this exciting.”

As expected of a “power fantasy” world. This scene actually piqued Xie Yunshen’s interest. He shed his jacket, ready to step out. Yan Shiqi grabbed his hand, signaling him to stay inside.

“In this situation, the only way we’re leaving is by knocking them all down,” Xie Yunshen said.

If anything, his blood was pumping. It was rare to find a scene like this after retirement. He stepped out and shut the door.

Yan Shiqi sat in the car, watching him walk toward the thugs. Xie’s black shirt seemed to shimmer with a golden light under the flashing headlights.

The first two men lunged with blades, but because their movements were too synchronized—practically serving themselves up—Xie Yunshen caught their arms and locked their wrists. He snatched a long blade, pushed back the attackers on both sides, and spun to drive the hilt into the ribs of a third thug. He struck the chest of an enemy on the left, precisely hitting a vital point, before a back-kick sent a fourth man under the truck. He moved with effortless grace, wielding a katana with the skill of a master until the enemies lost their ability to attack.

Then, the back of the truck opened, and even more people poured out. The tunnel swarmed with figures surrounding Xie Yunshen and the Lincoln.

Xie Yunshen backed up toward the car, glancing at Yan Shiqi inside. His eyes burned with focus as he tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

Through the window, Yan Shiqi’s calm profile was visible. He pulled out a button-style phone and pressed a single key.

Immediately, the sound of rushing wind echoed from the tunnel entrance as several helicopters descended from the sky. A figure leaped from a helicopter—it was Yi Wuyi.

More and more people descended; they were all Yan family men.

Xie Yunshen cocked an eyebrow: So, Old Five has been flying in the sky this whole time?