The City Hunter (Complete) - 6

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Chapter 41, Volume 3: Nightmare in the Dark

Zhang Ziwen tossed away his cigarette butt, walking home dejectedly. He wondered what Mu Qing would do tomorrow.
Should he apologize? Ask her to let him off the hook? Zhang Ziwen shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Zhang Ziwen, oh
Zhang Ziwen ," he thought, "it seems coming back from the army has really worn down your spirit. Bowing down to a girl, you've really
lost all face as a man, so pathetic!"

His job... Zhang Ziwen was truly reluctant to give it up. He didn't want to go back to his old ways, didn't want to become a scoundrel in
some people's eyes, especially Wu Min's disdainful gaze. He couldn't stand it. He had once been a
proud Marine, with countless merits, and now he was treated like a scoundrel for no reason. That was
why he hated Wu Min.

If he lost this job, with the stain he left in the army, which company would dare hire
him? Besides being a fighter and a killer, he had no other special skills. Finding this job was pure luck;
if he lost it, would he have the same luck again? Without a job, would he continue to drift along like before? If not,
what else could he do? The difficulty of finding work made Zhang Ziwen shake his head with a bitter smile.

The streetlights in the dark night cast a long shadow of Zhang Ziwen, making him appear especially lonely in the quiet night.
Zhang Ziwen took out a cigarette from his pocket. Whenever he was upset, he would smoke heavily.
The moment he lit the cigarette, Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat; he only felt this way when he was on missions in the army.

Danger! Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened. The familiar feeling unique to the army returned. Zhang Ziwen
was secretly alert, and a little excited. He hadn't felt this tense feeling in a long time; it was inexplicably exhilarating.

Zhang Ziwen took a drag of his cigarette without making a sound. As he exhaled the smoke, his peripheral vision quickly scanned
the
area within fifty meters to his left and right, his ears straining to hear any movement behind him. Zhang Ziwen walked slowly, seemingly nonchalant, but his muscles were tense, his body on high alert. Nothing within that fifty-meter radius
could escape his notice.

One, two, five… six people in total, along with a black Audi. Zhang Ziwen spotted
six suspicious individuals and a suspicious vehicle. These people were extremely professional in their surveillance; without exceptionally keen observation skills,
they would be very difficult to spot. They had been secretly following him since he got out of the car, some pretending to stroll,
others feigning to buy things at roadside shops, and one even posing as a street vendor. These people seemed to have been lying in wait. As soon as
Zhang Ziwen appeared, their eyes would subtly glance at him, extremely stealthy. Unfortunately for them, they were no match for the
expert Zhang Ziwen; he still managed to keenly detect their fleeting glances.

Who were these people? Why were they staring at him? Zhang Ziwen was a little confused, but he dared not be careless,
maintaining a state of high alert at all times. He quickly calculated his attack and escape strategies, ready to strike at the slightest
sign

Zhang Ziwen slowly approached the two middle-aged men who were pretending to take a stroll, wanting to probe their movements. When surrounded by
enemies , the best approach was to take the initiative. Zhang Ziwen identified the two men as his entry point.

The two middle-aged men seemed oblivious, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, but Zhang Ziwen's eyes had already caught
their subtle changes. They had taken defensive action, their bodies tense, their hands in their pockets

. These two were clearly skilled fighters; to establish a defensive network without making a sound in this situation was impossible without
professional training. Zhang Ziwen didn't attack them, simply casually keeping them on the hook. Now it
was a test of patience and the best time to strike.

At this moment, the black Audi that had been trailing behind him from a distance slowly drove up.
There . Zhang Ziwen was already prepared to attack and was wary of the approaching Audi. The other party might be armed;
Zhang Ziwen keenly sensed a dangerous aura of weaponry. He had already chosen a middle-aged man taking a walk as a shield against
bullets

The Audi didn't stop as it passed Zhang Ziwen, but continued driving forward. Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief.
The other party hadn't taken any action; it seemed they were testing him. He had met some experts tonight; he could sense
their skill.

As the Audi passed the two middle-aged men, its hazard lights flashed twice—a signal. Zhang Ziwen understood
this method of communication. As the hazard lights went out, the two seemingly strolling middle-aged men
quickened their pace, increasing the distance between themselves and Zhang Ziwen. Zhang Ziwen glanced behind him discreetly; the vendor with the cart
and the shopkeeper had already left in the opposite direction.

Zhang Ziwen slowed his pace. The pressure lessened dramatically once the men were fifty meters away. It seemed the crisis
had passed ; they had proactively withdrawn from his perimeter. The two flashes of the Audi's hazard lights earlier were likely
a signal to retreat.

To outsiders, those few moments seemed perfectly ordinary—the men, including Zhang Ziwen
, appeared like mere passersby. Who would have known that in those few seconds, both sides had silently executed a variety of attack and defense maneuvers,
teetering on the brink of life and death? They were merely testing each other, exercising restraint. The slightest
sensitive movement could have triggered a powerful attack. It was incredibly dangerous; that stretch of
quiet street they had just walked through felt like a giant powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. Having

inexplicably experienced a mental life-or-death struggle, Zhang Ziwen found it absurd. It didn't make sense.
Why would these seemingly highly skilled combatants target him? Judging from their movements and reactions, they were
formally trained. Some of their methods were similar to his own training. They were likely from the government—
the military ? The police?

Zhang Ziwen thought it over and over. He hadn't done anything wrong. It must be another misunderstanding. Having had two previous
misunderstandings with the police, he was already experienced and certain this was another one. He'd been having a run of bad luck lately. Zhang Ziwen
sighed helplessly; he was getting used to these inexplicable misunderstandings.

Zhang Ziwen returned to his quarters. Before entering, he had already checked the security procedures according to military protocols. Only after
confirming unidentified guests had been inside and searched
the room. Although the furnishings had been restored to their original state, to Zhang Ziwen's specially trained eyes, the room looked completely ransacked
.

The search was very thorough; there must have been more than one person. Various signs in the room indicated that
three people had entered, one of whom was a woman, as she left behind a faint scent of perfume.
Although it was very faint, Zhang Ziwen, with his keen sense of smell, still caught it. He was extremely familiar with the perfume; it was Chanel
Coco.

Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself, "Why do women who always wear this brand of perfume like to cause me trouble?"
Zhang Ziwen felt a bit helpless about the pleasant perfume. Whenever this fragrance appeared, nothing good ever came of it.
It was the same with Wu Min, Mu Qing, and even his cousin He Li. Who was it this time?

Zhang Ziwen checked the room. Since the other person dared to sneak into his room, they must have left something behind.
Although he was certain it was a misunderstanding, he still didn't want them to be so blatant in his room,
and he wouldn't allow his privacy to be exposed. After searching, he found a bugging
device in the landline phone: a domestically made MRG-VDS4-T telephone bugging device. This thing was an old friend of his;
the introductory course during his training involved installing it.

Fortunately, the other party had clearly "showed mercy" and hadn't installed any hidden cameras. Zhang Ziwen threw the listening
device into the toilet, turned off the light, and crept to the window, searching the windows and balconies of the building opposite. Based on
his experience, he quickly found the best angle to monitor his room. Sure enough, someone was watching his room
. Judging from his intuition, the other party was using infrared night vision goggles. Zhang Ziwen had chosen
a blind spot where the other party couldn't detect him, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered. According to military combat rules, he would undoubtedly be
the victor
. The other party had already exposed their position, and it would be very easy for him to sneak up and take them out. Since he was certain it was a misunderstanding, Zhang Ziwen suppressed his fighting desire and didn't do something that would be a waste of effort.

Zhang Ziwen used wind chimes and metal wires to create some small mechanisms at the door and window, setting up a simple
alarm system so that he would be notified immediately if anyone infiltrated.

After finishing all this, Zhang Ziwen took a shower with peace of mind, lay in bed, smoked a cigarette before turning off the light and going to sleep
. He soon drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 42: The Temptation of the Office.

Zhang Ziwen left home early in the morning and discovered he was being monitored. Whether he was having breakfast or riding the bus,
someone was constantly watching him, and not just one group. Zhang Ziwen roughly calculated that these people were taking turns
watching him in groups of five, forming four groups for close surveillance, always keeping him within their sight. There were at least three vehicles
on the move; it seemed the other side had deployed a large number of people and invested considerable resources to deal with him.

These people were hidden in the crowd, making them extremely difficult to spot. Their monitoring of him was quite effective and
of a very high standard.

Unfortunately, they encountered a great white shark this time. When it comes to surveillance and infiltration, Zhang Ziwen is
a master . Back when he was in the Marine Corps, he once carried out an overseas assassination mission alone, going to
North Africa to track down and assassinate a heavyweight terrorist leader. The ship took him to
international waters about dozens of nautical miles from the Libyan coastline, where he rowed an inflatable rubber boat to shore. Zhang Ziwen carried an SV-99 Russian-
made silenced sniper rifle, traveling by day and night, relying on a satellite positioning device to determine his direction, and crossed the jungle into
the Sahara Desert.

During this time, Zhang Ziwen, with his exceptional stealth skills, didn't let a single local discover his presence. He then
traversed the desert for over ten days, eventually finding the terrorist organization's base. To avoid detection, he remained motionless in the sand for
three , patiently waiting for his target to appear before seizing the opportunity to assassinate the leader.
Base personnel even tracked him down to his hiding place by following the bullet's trajectory, standing right next to him without being detected.
This demonstrates the high level of Zhang Ziwen's disguise and stealth skills; to go to a foreign country
undetected skill.

These unidentified individuals monitoring him were essentially novices in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. He didn't bother them,
pretending not to realize he was being watched. As long as they didn't make any dangerous moves, he didn't intend to provoke them
. Things would eventually become clear; once he realized he was being monitored by mistake, he would naturally leave.
Zhang Ziwen was quite philosophical about it.

Upon entering the Yinmao Building, those people didn't follow him in. Zhang Ziwen knew it wasn't that simple. The Yinmao Building must
have surveillance personnel, or some other surveillance method. Sure enough, from the lobby to the elevator, he
noticed something unusual all the way: cleaning staff, people pretending to be employees, or people posing as customers, the surveillance cameras in the elevator, etc.
With this level of surveillance, the other party clearly regarded him as a serious criminal. Zhang Ziwen sneered inwardly, but he had
no time to think about these things. Now that he was at the company, his biggest enemy was Mu Qing. In his mind, Mu Qing
was the one who would kill him.

Entering the office, Zhang Ziwen had just made himself a cup of coffee when his alluring boss, Li Yan, walked in. Today, Li Yan was wearing a pink
halter-neck dress, a departure from her usual business attire; her outfit was quite revealing, showcasing her voluptuous figure, long
, sexy legs in stockings, and captivating face. Her large, watery eyes were particularly mesmerizing.
She , asking sweetly if she looked good. Like a butterfly flitting about, she instantly filled the room with a fragrant aroma and a sense of
spring.

Li Yan possessed a natural allure, the kind of woman who would make any man want to take her to bed at first sight—seductive,
charming, sexy, and tempting; even a second glance would arouse desire.

Zhang Ziwen was slightly taken aback, wondering why his glamorous boss was dressed so provocatively for work.

"Are you silly? Isn't Sister Li pretty?" Li Yan noticed Zhang Ziwen's slightly stunned expression, leaned closer to him, her breath sweet and fragrant,
and rested her full, soft body against his arm.

"Hmm, beautiful."

A seductive fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Good heavens, Zhang Ziwen sniffed. Li Yan's breasts were incredibly large, full and
round. Zhang Ziwen felt the softness and fullness of her breasts, tempting him to commit a crime. A surge of desire rose in his lower abdomen, and he
felt breathless.

"Hehe, still blushing? Never seen such a beautiful woman before?" Li Yan
teased him mischievously, noticing Zhang Ziwen's flushed face.

"Wait, why are you dressed like this today, Sister Li?" Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard, managing to ask,
his body shrinking slightly. He was almost losing control; Li Yan was too alluring. Zhang Ziwen inevitably
had a physical reaction, his lower body slightly exposed.

"Of course, it's good news! I've got seven days off from work!" Li Yan's delicate hand caressed Zhang Ziwen's
chest , her voice alluring. "Ziwen, don't forget to chat with Sister Li on QQ during your leave. I'll be online every day."

"I won't forget." Zhang Ziwen found it difficult to speak. Her delicate hands caressed his chest, and he
could smell her fragrance. His face flushed crimson, his lower body already throbbing with desire.

The more Li Yan saw Zhang Ziwen's embarrassed state, the more she wanted to provoke him. She glanced at him with alluring eyes and said in a coquettish voice,
"Stuttering? Have you done something wrong? Tell me honestly." As she spoke, she pressed her soft body
closer , as if she wanted to bury her whole body in his arms.

"No, nothing, really nothing." Zhang Ziwen's desk was already close to the wall, and he had nowhere to retreat
. Sweat poured down his forehead, and his private parts were already indecently exposed. His nervousness made him stutter even more.

"Heh, you still dare to say no?" Li Yan was no longer just close, but pressed against his chest. Her delicate
red lips breathed sweetly, her voice even more seductive: "How can it come out without a forehead?" At this point, Li Yan's words suddenly stopped. Her
lower abdomen had already touched Zhang Ziwen's indecent area. The feeling

was intense. Zhang Ziwen dared not move. The sensation was too clear; his unconcealed, crucial parts were pressed against her soft
abdomen. A jolt of electricity quickly spread throughout his body—strange, stimulating, and impossible to escape, yet
he didn't want . It was too tempting

. The office was quiet; time seemed to stand still. A blush rose on both of their faces. The subtle
atmosphere felt familiar. This situation had occurred more than once; another time was when an adult image
appeared on the computer screen. This scene inevitably brought adult images to their minds. The sight of the woman in the picture made their breathing
heavy , and their desire became somewhat out of control.

"You naughty thing, thinking about women?" Li Yan whispered sweetly in Zhang Ziwen's ear, her full breasts rubbing against his
chest. Instead of avoiding his indecent advances, she pressed her lower body even closer.

The tingling sensation in his ear, the woman's fragrance in his breath, the softness of her body against his, the subtle pleasure in his groin, all combined with
her provocative words, made Zhang Ziwen almost collapse from the deadly stimulation of the beauty in his arms. What man could resist
such a seductive temptation? Zhang Ziwen couldn't, especially since he had never experienced the baptism of spirit and flesh. His lust was
burning, exploding. At

this moment, Zhang Ziwen struggled internally, wanting to avoid this temptation. His heart told him no, no, absolutely
not , but the physical pleasure was gradually overwhelming his reason. Lust began to take over.
The beautiful woman in his arms moved slightly; the subtle friction produced an intense stimulation. Now, even a god couldn't
resist Zhang Ziwen's erupting lust. He no longer wanted to suppress his desire; he needed to release it

. Zhang Ziwen's hands, disobeying his will, embraced Li Yan, his large hands pressing harder and harder against her shapely waist,
drawing his body even closer to hers. Their lower abdomens, separated by the thin fabric, could feel each other's
heat.

The office air conditioning was already on. It had no effect; their bodies began to heat up.

Li Yan raised her pretty face, her lustful desire unreservedly displayed on her alluring face. Her seductive eyes were slightly closed, and
her dazzling red lips seemed to beckon him to taste them. Zhang Ziwen was already in a daze; he was now only driven by lust. He longed to
taste her fragrance. Zhang Ziwen slowly lowered his head; they could feel each other's breath, the heat hitting their faces. Their lips
were about to touch.

Chapter 43: Lamb to the Slaughter

Just then, the phone on the desk suddenly rang, startling the two lustful lovers. Like
startled deer, they quickly separated. Zhang Ziwen's private parts instantly returned to normal.
He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I'll get sick!" His face showed embarrassment; he was clearly still somewhat unwilling that the phone call had ruined his plans.
Why not enjoy picking up his boss's charms? Unfortunately, fate had other plans; at this crucial moment, someone had to prevent him from having his way.

Li Yan glanced at Zhang Ziwen's unwilling expression, secretly pleased. She'd been eyeing Zhang Ziwen
for a while now; although they hadn't consummated their relationship today, there would be plenty of opportunities later. She wasn't afraid he'd get away with it.

The phone was still ringing. Li Yan urged Zhang Ziwen to answer quickly. It was Manager Yan calling, asking him to photocopy
some documents and deliver them to the design department—he had something to do. Zhang Ziwen looked at Li Yan apologetically.

Li Yan indicated she understood, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips. Zhang Ziwen blushed and instinctively
turned his head, leaving a kiss on his cheek. Seeing his blush, Li Yan assumed he was still a little embarrassed
and breathed warm air into his ear: "Sister Li is leaving now. If you want more, just call me. Anytime is fine." Her words
were quite ambiguous, making Zhang Ziwen's heart itch.

Watching Li Yan sway as she walked out of the office, Zhang Ziwen let out a long sigh, shook his head to clear
his mind, finished his work, and then returned

to his office after delivering the materials to the design department. He lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and as he
exhaled , the earlier, alluring scene resurfaced
in his mind. Now, however, the previous lust was gone. He felt a pang of guilt, realizing he shouldn't have been so frivolous; impulses should have limits. Working in the same office, if he had actually done
something inappropriate, how could they possibly get along in the future? Thinking this, Zhang Ziwen was somewhat grateful that Manager Yan's call had come in time; otherwise,
he might have ended up doing something with his charming boss, which would have been a huge problem later.

The ringing of the office phone interrupted Zhang Ziwen's thoughts. He picked it up; it was Manager Yan again, but
what he heard sent chills down his spine. He was to report to the General Manager's office in the Investment Department immediately for another task.
The Advertising Department was under the Investment Department, and although their responsibilities differed, every funding request from the Advertising Department had
to be approved by the Investment Department. General Manager Mu Qing was Manager Yan's direct superior. With just one
call office, wouldn't he have to act quickly?

The inevitable had finally arrived. Zhang Ziwen sighed bitterly. Clearly, it was that girl's doing
. What good could a General Manager possibly want from a nobody like him? Was she going to promote him? He wondered
what methods that girl would use against him. Given her violent nature, how good could things be? Zhang Ziwen felt like a piece of meat
on a chopping board, powerless to resist. He'd rather be fired than face the consequences, but the thought
of returning to unemployment was unbearable. "Damn it," he thought, "I
'll just leave it to fate. Whatever she wants, I'll accept it. As long as I don't lose this job, I'll apologize, I'll take the punishment." Zhang Ziwen thought through
gritted teeth .

Outside the general manager's office on the 34th floor, Zhang Ziwen hesitated, unable to muster the courage
to knock. In his eyes, the office was a minefield, extremely dangerous.

This was a rare occurrence for him; only He Li's lingerie shop would make him hesitate.
After spending two days helping He Li at the lingerie store, his skin had thickened, and he wasn't so afraid to go back later. But now
it was different . For some reason, the thought of facing that beautiful but deadly woman made Zhang Ziwen's legs go weak. He could
charge into battle on the battlefield, or fight deep behind enemy lines, and he would never flinch at the prospect of bloodshed and death, yet he felt
a pang of fear towards this beautiful girl. Zhang Ziwen secretly hated himself for being so pathetic, but there was nothing he could do; he was just afraid.
Sometimes are afraid of certain women, and that woman was definitely beautiful—this was Zhang Ziwen's weakness.

He had made up his mind many times, but he couldn't avoid facing it no matter what. Finally, Zhang Ziwen reached out and knocked on the office
door . No response. He knocked again, still no response. What was going on? Zhang Ziwen was a little puzzled.

At this moment, the phone rang from inside the general manager's office. No one answered, and the ringing
continued urging Zhang Ziwen to come in and answer it. Could he go in and answer it? Zhang Ziwen was in a dilemma.

The phone rang persistently, its sound driving Zhang Ziwen crazy. He was caught in a dilemma, wanting to pretend he didn't
hear it, but he definitely heard it. Should he go in? Entering the general manager's office without permission was no good. The annoying
phone kept ringing stubbornly. In the end, Zhang Ziwen's personality dictated that he should go in.

Without even looking at the office furnishings, he rushed straight to the phone on the desk. The landline wasn't ringing; it was
the cell phone . Damn, why did it sound almost the same as the landline? Zhang Ziwen nearly vomited blood in anger, feeling utterly cheated
. His phone was still ringing, seemingly tempting him to answer. He resisted the urge to pick it up, glancing around
the office. The general manager's office was indeed different—large, luxuriously decorated, with bright floor-to-ceiling windows,
soft wool carpets underfoot, and a crystal chandelier casting a soft glow. Along the wall was a row of bookshelves,
filled with books and exquisite handicrafts. The entire office had a clean and comfortable layout, with
a faint, pleasant fragrance .

A large, modern desk sat on a brand-name computer with an LCD screen, along with several small
photo frames and decorations, indicating that the desk belonged to a woman. In fact, the huge
framed photo on the wall behind the desk revealed that the owner of this luxurious office was a woman, and a beautiful one at that. However, the large image was somewhat
unusual —a beautiful woman in taekwondo attire performing a kicking motion. Judging by the woman's face, who else could it be but Mu Qing? So she knew
a bit of taekwondo; no wonder she was so fierce that night, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself.

The phone had stopped working sometime ago, and the office was quiet. Zhang Ziwen sensed someone standing
behind him —a woman. He could already smell the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her, a familiar scent that made his
heart race. Instinctively, he knew the woman behind him was Mu Qing.

Zhang Ziwen stood still, hesitant to turn around. The fragrance intensified; she was
getting

A face that was a combination of angel and devil appeared before Zhang Ziwen. He called her an angel because of her
vivid and beautiful face; he called her a devil because of the cunning and mockery in her beautiful eyes.
That smile, in Zhang Ziwen's eyes, could be summed up in two words:

sinister. Mu Qing leisurely walked behind the desk and sat down in the large leather chair,
swaying . She remained silent, her beautiful eyes brazenly sweeping over Zhang Ziwen's face, her gaze
filled with mockery and the predatory intent of someone eyeing their prey.

This look sent a chill down Zhang Ziwen's spine. He'd seen women's gazes before, but
he'd never seen anything like it from Mu Qing, especially from such beautiful eyes. Standing at the desk, Zhang Ziwen
felt utterly exposed, a chill running down his spine, and he broke out in goosebumps for the first time ever. Had he become
the fat sheep in her eyes?

The office was quiet. Zhang Ziwen endured Mu Qing's brazen gaze, her rapist-like gaze. He felt suffocated,
muttering to himself, "Give me a word, do you want to kill me or torture me?" He was getting anxious, wanting to break the deadlock as soon as possible. This was
a taboo for a soldier, and this former elite soldier had made a fatal mistake. He had completely lost this round.

"Who are you? What do you do?" Mu Qing spoke, her voice pleasant and gentle, but it sent an indescribable chill down
Zhang Ziwen's spine.

"Zhang Ziwen, an office clerk in the advertising department." After saying that, Zhang Ziwen wanted to slap himself. His answer was
anything but manly.

"Who let you in?"

"Manager Yan."

"I'm asking who let you in." Mu Qing's voice remained gentle.

Zhang Ziwen was speechless. Yes, who let me in?

Chapter 44 Angels and Demons

Zhang Ziwen's lips moved, wanting to say he came in because he heard the phone ringing, but ultimately he didn't say it. It was useless;
he knew nothing he said would make a difference. This girl had a clear purpose and impure motives; she would refute anything he said.
The best approach was silence.

"I'm asking you a question. Are you deaf? Mute?" Mu Qing's gentle voice uttered discordant words.

Zhang Ziwen forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart, his gaze falling on the photo frame behind her. In the photo, she
was dashing and swift, her movements beautiful. If only the woman in front of him were as graceful as the one in the photo.

"Zhang Ziwen, where are you looking?" Mu Qing's voice grew displeased. "As a company employee,
is this the attitude you get when your boss asks you a question? Are you just pretending to be deaf and dumb?"

Zhang Ziwen withdrew his gaze from the photo frame, sighed, and said, "Alright, don't ask so many questions.
Consider it me entering the office without permission."

"What kind of attitude is this? Consider it? Do you know where you are? Do you know the consequences of entering without permission
?" Mu Qing was secretly pleased; this was exactly what she wanted him to say.

"Whatever the company decides to do, I'll accept it completely."

Zhang Ziwen felt helpless. It seemed he would be unemployed again. He thought of Tang Shu;
the distance between them would widen further. How would he face this lovely girl in the future?

"So you mean you'll accept whatever punishment the company gives you?" He surrendered so quickly? Mu Qing was a little
annoyed .

"Hey, I'm asking you a question." Seeing that he didn't move, Mu Qing raised her voice slightly.

"Uh, what?" Zhang Ziwen was still in a daze and didn't hear what she said.

"What are you thinking about? I asked if you'll accept whatever punishment the company imposes?" Mu Qing couldn't hold back any longer; this brat was
still so distracted.

"Yes, I accept everything." Zhang Ziwen heard her clearly and answered decisively.

"You don't want to explain? I can give you a chance." Mu Qing thought to herself, "Go ahead and try to explain, hurry up and try."
"Trying to explain, huh? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget.

" "There's nothing to explain, I accept the punishment." Zhang Ziwen wanted to end this pointless torture as quickly as possible.

"You—" Mu Qing felt he was too quick to agree, making her a little uncomfortable. She had tried so many methods and
words to deal with this jerk today, but now, none of them worked.

"Really not going to explain? Don't say I didn't give you a chance; you might lose your job?" Mu Qing decided to threaten
him.

Zhang Ziwen shook his head with a wry smile, thinking her words were absurd. What good would it do? Explaining to him was like
talking to a brick wall. A chance? Wasn't he just fooling her?

Seeing Mu Qing shake her head without speaking, she blurted out, "If you continue with this attitude, do you believe I'll fire you right now?"
She was a little anxious. This jerk used to help out at a women's lingerie shop, doing such a lowly job; he should
cherish this job, right? Would he give it up so quickly?

Mu Qing guessed correctly. Zhang Ziwen did indeed cherish this job with little future prospects, but he had already given up on
it . He was stuck with her, so

it was what it was. Zhang Ziwen shrugged, meaning, "Fine, whatever. You decide." At this point, begging was useless;
he had to act cool for once. He always admired his shrug, thinking it was incredibly stylish.

Mu Qing, however, was extremely disgusted by his gesture, much like her brazen expression at the lingerie store that night. She abruptly
stood up, startling Zhang Ziwen. This time, he couldn't be slow; he quickly
took a step back to prevent her from suddenly attacking. He absolutely couldn't let her hand roam freely over his face again.

Zhang Ziwen's retreating movement drew a mocking glint in Mu Qing's eyes. She
inwardly spat, "Pah, what a jerk!" At the same time, she made a gesture, pointing at him, "You, pack your things, you can leave."

It was over. He was unemployed. Everything was back to normal. This was expected. Zhang Ziwen sighed
inwardly gloomy, and turned to walk towards the door

. Was it over? Just like that? Mu Qing watched Zhang Ziwen's desolate figure, her heart heavy with sorrow. This wasn't what she
had anticipated . Wasn't she going to teach him a lesson? How could she teach him a lesson now that he was gone? This bastard
didn't even leave a word. In this vast sea of people, he wouldn't be so easy to find. No, she couldn't let him go.
She couldn't let this bastard leave her sight. This hateful fellow, trying to slip out of her grasp? Hmph,
no way!

"Zhang Ziwen, come back!" Seeing Zhang Ziwen already at the door, Mu Qing angrily called out to stop him.

Zhang Ziwen turned around and looked at Mu Qing with confusion, wondering what she was up to. He was feeling so annoyed that he
didn't even want to talk.

"Come back, I have something to say," Mu Qing said, trying to calm herself and keep her voice gentle.

Zhang Ziwen hesitated for a moment, then turned back and walked over. He felt a
sense of relief, a kind of relief in his heart. It wouldn't hurt to see what she was up to; he was just killing time anyway, so he might as well treat it as a game.

Mu Qing pointed to the chair in front of the desk: "You, sit down."

There was no need to be polite now, so Zhang Ziwen sat down as instructed, looking at Mu Qing with a puzzled and
questioning expression.

Mu Qing felt very uncomfortable. She had called him back, but what should she say? This wretched thing's half-dead attitude had only
made things more difficult for her. How should she put it?

The office was quiet and silent.

"Are you really that irresponsible with your work?" Mu Qing broke the silence with difficulty.

Zhang Ziwen didn't answer, feeling a little strange, wondering what she meant by that.

“I already gave you one chance to explain, but you didn’t seize it. Now I’m giving you another chance.
If you can handle what I’ve asked you to do, I can temporarily let bygones be bygones for entering the office without permission. I hope
you’ll take this opportunity, because this matter is very urgent. My secretary isn’t here, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked Manager Yan to call you
up .”

Mu Qing felt exhausted saying this. The last sentence, which seemed to be trying to cover up the truth, made it sound
like .

Zhang Ziwen’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t want to fire me? No way, what is this girl up to? No, I have
to find out.

“Everyone wants to seize an opportunity. I can do the job, but,” Zhang Ziwen
said , “I have a condition, and I hope you can agree to it.”

What? Mu Qing couldn’t believe her ears. This jerk was actually making a condition on her. A
nameless anger rose in her heart. Mu Qing met his gaze, trying to find something in his eyes. His eyes were dark, clear, and
bright, unfathomable, and she couldn’t see into his inner world.

Mu Qing felt a little frustrated. Judging from his behavior in the past few days, he should have been very afraid of her, right? Why
was he acting like a completely different person now?

"Tell me your conditions. I can consider reasonable requests." Mu Qing asked reluctantly, with
a hint of annoyance, but Zhang Ziwen's sudden change piqued her curiosity.

"I hope General Manager Mu can put aside the misunderstandings between us in the past and keep our personal and professional lives separate. Otherwise,
there's no point in me staying here any longer, since I won't be here for long anyway." Zhang Ziwen was direct. Now wasn't the time for
nonsense . Deep down, he didn't want to lose his job. If there was a chance, he was willing to fight for it,
but he had to be upfront about the consequences, lest he become like a mouse before a cat whenever he saw her, constantly worrying about her revenge.

Misunderstandings? He was still denying it. "Hmph, how dare he say I can't separate public and private matters? You scoundrel! Trying to negotiate with me,
wanting me to let you go? Fine, I'll deal with you slowly. I won't separate public and private matters anymore, so what
? " Mu Qing thought bitterly, but on the surface, she showed a charming and gentle smile: "Okay, I agree. It's settled then
. Go back to the advertising department first, and I'll let you know what you need to do after lunch." Her smile was captivating, and her voice was melodious,
but in Mu Qing's heart, she had already cursed him dozens of times: "scoundrel, you wretched thing, you rogue!"

Zhang Ziwen didn't expect her to agree so quickly, and inwardly... Deep down, he didn't believe her at all, but he had
a chance to keep his job, and he had to fight for it no matter what. It wasn't his style to miss an opportunity. If the army had given
him a chance to correct his mistakes, he wouldn't be
forced . Now that Mu Qing had given him a chance, whether it was real or not, he had to seize

it. With things settled, the two couldn't exchange another word. Zhang Ziwen stood up and went back to the advertising department to wait for Mu Qing's
call

. Watching Zhang Ziwen's retreating figure, Mu Qing gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, "This afternoon, you'll get a beating, kid."
"Just you wait, you think you can mess with me?" Thinking of Zhang Ziwen's impending humiliation, Mu Qing's angelic face
broke into a smug smile.

Chapter 45: The Insidious Mu Qing.

The clock struck 12. Lunchtime arrived, and as usual, Xu Ying appeared in Zhang Ziwen's office on time.
Having a beautiful woman accompany him to lunch every day—wasn't that a happy thing? He had an
indescribable feeling for the quiet Xu Ying. Zhang Ziwen stood up and greeted her with a smile. He knew very well Xu Ying's
feelings for him, but he couldn't express them. He only considered Xu Ying a buddy. If she knew Zhang Ziwen's
feelings , he wondered what she would think

. He had already faced the troublesome woman... Zhang Ziwen no longer needed to hide. He carried the tray and led Xu
Ying directly to a spot by the floor-to-ceiling window. Although Xu Ying found it strange,
she couldn't help but feel a little smug that she could eat while enjoying the view outside the window.

Her plate was quickly cleaned up. Xu Ying was already used to his unsightly eating habits, but Zhang Ziwen
couldn't stand her slow and methodical way of eating, feeding her rice grain by grain. If it were Tang Shu,
he would definitely finish the food on her plate for her. However, only
Tang Shu He liked the close contact with Tang Shu, and he wouldn't be happy with anyone else.

After the meal, Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette and patiently waited for Xu Ying to eat like a kitten. The perfect couple appeared in the restaurant,
becoming the focus of everyone's attention as usual. However, Zhang Ziwen had no interest in admiring the couple and
was enjoying his cigarette. He didn't want to see Mu Qing and felt
that even glancing at her was superfluous, so he looked out the window, choosing to avoid seeing her and enjoying the scenery outside. This was
much more pleasant than looking at the couple

. Naturally, his behavior aroused Mu Qing's strong dissatisfaction. This brat, unlike a few days ago when he avoided her
, actually dared to not look at her directly. Humph, just wait and see, you'll be sorry.

As Mu Qing passed Zhang Ziwen's seat, she couldn't help but let out a cold snort. The handsome CEO Fan beside
her seemed very concerned, quickly asking what had upset her. Mu Qing glared at him irritably, quickened
her pace , and left him behind. It seemed her so-called fiancé wasn't having an easy time with her; judging
from the embarrassment on his handsome face, he was clearly upset.

Back in his office, he made a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette, and leaned back in his chair, quietly waiting for Mu Qing's
call. What would she ask him to do? Would she just type some documents and deliver some materials and call it a day? Zhang Ziwen
was almost certain that whatever Mu Qing asked him to do would be troublesome.

Zhang Ziwen was now thinking about those people who were monitoring him. They were like persistent ghosts;
while he was eating at the restaurant, he'd noticed at least five of them watching him. He really wanted to kill them all; they were like
flies constantly buzzing around.

Just then, the phone on his desk rang, interrupting his thoughts. Zhang Ziwen sighed and picked up
the phone. It was Mu Qing, in the General Manager's office on the No-Fault Line.

In the General Manager's office, Mu Qing was very efficient, quickly explaining things. At the end , she
feigned concern, saying things like "be careful on the road," and "come back early," seemingly out of concern, but to
Zhang Ziwen , it sounded incredibly awkward, like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken.

Leaving the Yinmao Tower, he crossed the street and hailed a taxi. He told the driver his destination, and the taxi
headed . Meanwhile, at least three other cars were hoisted onto the
taxi, constantly changing positions and taking turns following it.

Zhang Ziwen leaned back in his seat, amused. Wasting so much manpower and resources tracking a law-abiding citizen
was just asking for trouble. Soon, he spotted another
suspicious . It was obvious the driver was a novice, clueless about concealment, clinging tightly to the taxi
as if afraid of losing him. Zhang Ziwen glanced at the rearview mirror a few times. Damn, a Porsche 911 GT3!
Wasn't that Mu Qing's car? What was she doing following him?

He couldn't help but wonder why. The taxi had arrived at its destination, Xiangyun Building, an office building where
Zhang Ziwen needed to run errands. He didn't care about the people following him; he went straight into the elevator and pressed
the button for the 19th floor.

Several middle-aged men immediately jumped out of the car following him. One stood guard at the elevator entrance, watching the floor
indicator , while the others took another elevator. The floor
was communicated via earpiece by the man at the elevator entrance to avoid following the wrong floor.

Mu Qing paid no attention to the men behaving strangely. She parked her car across from the building, sat
inside , turned on some music, and leisurely watched the building's exit. She was imagining Zhang Ziwen's disheveled appearance when he emerged,
a smug smile spreading across her face.

Stepping out of the elevator, Zhang Ziwen glanced at the company signs opposite the elevator entrance. There were over ten
companies Impression Advertising Company—the place Mu Qing had specifically asked him to come to—should be at the end of the corridor.
Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette and walked towards the end.

Upon entering the advertising company, Zhang Ziwen paused, surprised. The task Mu Qing had given him today seemed quite simple. Now it seemed things
weren't so simple. This company didn't feel like an advertising agency at all. The spacious
room had several mahjong tables, all occupied. Some were smoking, some were shirtless,
some had one foot on the stool, and they were rubbing their smelly feet. Others
stood crookedly around the tables, either watching or betting. None of them looked respectable. The whole room was filled with smoke.
The so-called desks were cluttered with things, and several peeling posters of
nude women clung to the walls—a truly filthy scene.

What the hell was this company? An underground casino? A loan sharking firm? Zhang Ziwen was furious.
He felt like he'd been tricked by Mu Qing. Damn, she was insidious. That brat was trying to kill him.

Just then, a burly, middle-aged man with a face full of scars saw Zhang Ziwen, walked up to him with a cigarette
dangling from his

lips, and gave him a smug look, asking, "Hey, buddy, who are you looking for?" "I'm looking for Chen Jinbao, the general manager of this company," Zhang Ziwen replied, tossing away his cigarette butt. The floor was dirty, and there was no
need to look for an ashtray.

"Jinbao? You're looking for Jinbao? What's up?" The man's accent sounded a bit like someone from Haijin.

Zhang Ziwen smiled but didn't answer, instead asking, "Is he here? Do I need to speak to him in person?"

The middle-aged man blew smoke at Zhang Ziwen, his expression somewhat arrogant: "What? You need to speak to him in person?
What gang are you from, buddy?"

"Not really." Zhang Ziwen frowned: "I'm an employee of Xin'ao Group. I have
important business Is he here?" Zhang Ziwen was furious and wanted to take the man down on the spot. Damn it, trying
to act like a gangster in front of me?

"What? Xin'ao Group?" The middle-aged man sized up Zhang Ziwen again, noticing his refined attire—a white short-sleeved
shirt, light gray trousers, and a smart appearance, seemingly an employee of a large company.

"That's right." Zhang Ziwen was a little impatient: "It's Xin'ao Group. Please call your General Manager Chen."

"What's the rush? I haven't even asked yet. You can't just see Jinbao whenever you want." The middle-aged man sensed
Zhang Ziwen's impatience and deliberately made things difficult for him.

Zhang Ziwen had already identified a middle-aged man. Although the man was playing cards, he kept glancing at them out of
the corner of his eye , as if listening to their conversation.

Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, "Damn it, trying to hide?" He didn't bother with the person in front of him and
walked directly towards the middle-aged man playing mahjong.

"Hey hey hey, what's up, buddy?" The man in front of Zhang Ziwen stepped forward, blocking his way. "You think you can bully me?"
he said, reaching out to grab Zhang Ziwen's chest.

A cry of "Ouch!" rang out as Zhang Ziwen
swiftly twist. Zhang Ziwen
had shown mercy, but even so, the man's body contorted in pain,

his screams echoing through the room. The
sound alerted everyone present. Their accomplice was subdued! The clatter of overturned mahjong tiles filled the air as the group swarmed around, numbering over thirty, creating a chaotic scene .
As they surrounded them, Zhang Ziwen released the middle-aged man's wrist, standing calmly amidst
the crowd , his muscles taut, ready to explode at any moment.

Chapter Forty-Six: The Aesthetics of Violence.

The air in the room suddenly tensed. This group was clearly seasoned fighters. Seeing Zhang Ziwen surrounded yet remaining
calm , his eyes filled with mockery and showing no fear, this unusual behavior prevented them from
attacking rashly. They simply surrounded him, six men in a circle, forming a five-layered encirclement. These people looked like
thugs, but their actions were surprisingly professional; they were probably professional thugs. Zhang Ziwen analyzed
the situation while his eyes remained fixed on his target: the middle-aged man who appeared to be Chen Jinbao, standing outside the circle,
coldly scrutinizing Zhang Ziwen.

"You're Chen Jinbao, President Chen?" Zhang Ziwen asked directly through the crowd,
his tone somewhat impolite. At this point, there was no point in being polite.

"It's me." The middle-aged man returned Zhang Ziwen's unfriendly gaze and said, "What do you want, buddy
?"

"Of course I have something to say. How about we talk somewhere else? Or your office will do."

"Heh heh, no need for that," Chen Jinbao said with a sneer. "Just say it. We're all
brothers , no need to hide anything."

"Alright, it's simple." Zhang Ziwen went straight to the point: "I have a debt to settle with you today, and I hope you can give me
an explanation, Mr. Chen."

"Debt? What debt?"

"Your company owes the advertising department of Xin'ao Group a sum of money from 2004, is that right?"

"Yes, that's right, what's wrong?" Chen Jinbao admitted it without hesitation.
He already knew the purpose of the visitor when Zhang Ziwen said he was from Xin'ao Group.

"That's good. Your company's debt, including bank interest, totals 380,000 yuan. I'm here today
to settle the debt." Zhang Ziwen stared at him intently. This guy admitted it so quickly, what's he up to?

“Alright, it’s just 380,000, no problem,” Chen Jinbao said with a sinister smile. “But we need to
settle our accounts first.”

Zhang Ziwen stared at him, signaling him to continue, cursing inwardly. He thought to himself, “Damn, he’s definitely playing dirty tricks.” He
just didn’t understand what this Chen Jinbao was up to.

“Shunzi, bring me the calculator.”

“Right!” A young delinquent with dyed yellow hair moved quickly, pulling
a calculator .

Chen Jinbao deftly flipped through the calculator, muttering, "Just now, I had a hand of
pure cards with four quads, called 'Hu' (a winning hand), worth 8 or 16 points, 30,000 yuan, plus a straight. Read it to him."

Huang Mao took the calculator, glanced at it, and then, grinning wickedly, loudly proclaimed to Zhang Ziwen, "Kid, listen up!
Just now, our Brother Jinbao had a hand of pure cards with four quads, called 'Hu', 18 points, 30,000 yuan, totaling 540,000 yuan."

"Let's make it 500,000 yuan, brother. You barged in and hurt my brother, ruined my good
hand, so you're the one who has to pay. 500,000 yuan it is." Chen Jinbao generously rounded down the amount.

"No way, what about ours?"

"Yeah, buddy, I've got a Grand Slam."

"Damn! Mine's Thirteen Orphans."

"Damn it, buddy's been holding onto all his pairs and ones all day."

"Damn it, you're just going to let me go after losing a million or so?"

"Kid, if you don't pay up today, don't blame me for being ruthless." "

So, are you going to pay up or take away my arms?"

Goodness, it got lively, the whole room instantly boiled over, Zhang Ziwen's debt skyrocketed, those who were supposed to collect debts immediately
became those who owed him money, and if this didn't stop soon, it would soar to tens of millions, plus taking away arms and legs, shady, shady enough.

"Stop, stop!" Chen Jinbao spoke up promptly. "They're guests, you should at least give them some face, right?"

The room quieted down a bit. Chen Jinbao looked at Zhang Ziwen, seemingly being generous. "Buddy, don't say I'm not
giving you face. You saw it, right? You're just unlucky to have run into a bunch of us with amazing hands,
worth several million, right? Here's what we're doing: I'm going all out today. I'll round it down to
a whole number. After deducting the 380,000 I owe your company, you'll give us 2 million. I'll cover the rest, a few million. Just to give
you face. How about that?

Amazing, right?" Zhang Ziwen found it absurd and funny. Chen Jinbao's name was perfect—either
gold or treasure. A few words and he'd settled a few million, giving him a huge favor. Impressive! A real character!

" Damn it, you bunch of bastards think you can mess with me?" Zhang Ziwen glanced around at the group, a plan forming in his mind. He decided to pass this
hot potato to the people who had framed him.

Zhang Ziwen's calm expression remained unchanged, but he subtly revealed a hint of guilt: "No, brother,
I'm just a lowly clerk here to collect debts. Where would I get so much money? Don't tease me, brother. I won't
collect this debt. I'm really sorry today, I'll leave now." He turned and pretended to slip away.

Without Chen Jinbao saying a word, the group surrounding him wasn't going to let go of the fat sheep that had been delivered to their mouths. Zhang Ziwen was
trapped in their encirclement, unable to move. They all glared at him with fierce eyes. They were adept
at arrogance grew even stronger.

"Trying to leave, bro? I'm afraid I can't leave without giving you an explanation." Chen Jinbao caught a glimpse of
fear in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. "No money? No problem. I'll teach you. Have your company send some money. If your company doesn't care,
hehe, I guess I'll have to throw some parts out of you, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the rest of us."

Chen Jinbao's smile was forced and threatening.

"This bro is just a low-level employee. Let me ask

him about this first," Zhang Ziwen said, wanting to hear that. He slowly pulled out his phone, his hand trembling slightly. The group was
all watching his hand, ready to attack if he made any unusual move, like calling the police.

Zhang Ziwen was very careful; he didn't want to end the game prematurely. He pressed the buttons on his phone slowly, and when the call connected,

his voice trembled slightly: "Ms. Mu, is this...? Something's happened."

After a long pause, Zhang Ziwen hung up, his expression furious. This wasn't an act; he hadn't expected Mu Qing to
say such heartless things, especially the last sentence: not only had the debt not been collected, but she'd also caused the company so much trouble.
If the debt wasn't collected, she shouldn't come to the company tomorrow

. Zhang Ziwen had thought it was a clever plan—he didn't want to get involved in this mess and let Mu Qing clean it up, even
with the intention of watching the drama unfold. Now, not only had his little scheme failed, but he'd received a cold rejection, and her
gloating tone suggested she'd expected him to call.

Zhang Ziwen had completely lost interest in playing the game. Damn it, collecting debts, huh? Trying to kick me out of the company, huh? You
bitch! I'll play along!

Zhang Ziwen suppressed his anger and looked at Chen Jinbao, saying, "The company won't help me, so it seems I'll have to solve this myself
. I'll give you two choices: either settle your debts to the company or let me go now. The choice is yours."

The change was too rapid; Zhang Ziwen's attitude was a bit hard to process. Chen Jinbao felt this way at the moment—
one moment calm, the next fearful. Now it was a blatant threat. This man was not simple. Chen Jinbao was
already tempted to let him go, but pride is a dangerous thing, and he was destined to be caught in this predicament

. Chen Jinbao gave the attack signal, and the five men surrounding Zhang Ziwen pounced on him, ready to pin him down in one fell swoop
. At the same time, Zhang Ziwen had already made his move, quickly closing in, grabbing his shoulder, wrist, and turning him around
in one fluid motion , taking down one man while simultaneously... Close-quarters combat in a crowd is Zhang Ziwen's
forte . With so many opponents, the fear of accidentally injuring his own men hinders his movements, and his fists can't reach his agile body.
Zhang Ziwen is overjoyed, his eyes fixed on his targets, focused on overwhelming numbers. He simply attacks, his body
moving nimbly through the crowd, his hands and feet moving cleanly and decisively. The sounds of bones cracking and people
falling are constant, their cries echoing throughout the room. In a flash, he's taken down seven or eight people.

Zhang Ziwen moves through the crowd as if it were child's play—graceful, light, steady, accurate, and ruthless.
He leaps To perform hand-to-hand combat with such flair and beauty is
something few in the military could match. No one appreciates this violent aesthetic; fear shines in the eyes of the group. Is this even human?

Zhang Ziwen's hands moved with practiced skill, his movements fluid and graceful. In a dazzling display, the sound of bones cracking echoed
continuously . Within seconds, several more people lay on the ground, writhing and groaning in suppressed pain

. Zhang Ziwen's blood boiled, burning. He felt as if he were back in the army, his soldierly nature ignited.
He loved this kind of provocation. Today, he was lucky; the resistance was fierce, no one retreated—that was
the . He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Zhang Ziwen was at the peak of his excitement. Just then, several more people pounced on him, and his hands
instinctively reached out to meet them.

Chapter 47: Each with Their Own Hidden Intentions.

Zhang Ziwen straightened his clothes, took out his incense... She lit a cigarette and leisurely walked out of Impression Advertising Company. As she entered
the elevator, the surveillance personnel hidden in the corridor appeared the instant the doors closed. There were four of them; two
had already transferred to another elevator and followed them down, while the remaining two went into the advertising company to take a look. When they came out, the two exchanged
a glance, their faces grave.

Across the street from Xiangyun Building, the eye-catching Porsche 911 GT3 was parked quietly. Mu Qing was
enjoying listening to music, occasionally humming along. Earlier, she had received Zhang Ziwen's distress call; his trembling
, frightened voice had almost made her ecstatic. She thought, "He should be out soon, right? Jinbao, don't embarrass me!
Beat him up, beat that bastard to a pulp!" Imagining his bruised and battered face, Mu Qing couldn't help but smile broadly
. The more she thought about it, the happier she became. One hand covered her mouth, tears of joy welling up. She revealed her girlish side
, looking nothing like the scheming woman who had framed Zhang Ziwen.

Just as Mu Qing was feeling a little
smug and her true colors were about to be revealed, the right-side car door suddenly opened, and with a slight jolt, someone slipped in. Mu Qing recognized the person in the right seat, and her smile vanished abruptly, replaced by utter astonishment. Had she seen a
ghost?

It was Zhang Ziwen, staring at her with unfathomable eyes, his face expressionless, his thoughts
unreadable . Just looking at Mu Qing like that sent a chill down her spine.

Where was the injury? The guy had no injuries on his face, was impeccably dressed, and seemed perfectly fine. What was Jinbao up to?
Mu Qing wondered.

"You finished taking care of it. I got your call and was a little worried, so I came to check," Mu Qing stammered, barely managing to
squeeze out the words, a lie she herself found hard to believe.

"All done, all settled." Zhang Ziwen pulled a cash check from his jacket pocket, his eyes fixed intently
on Mu Qing.

"That's good, that's good," Mu Qing smiled awkwardly, trying to look cute, and took the check.
380,000, HSBC cash check, not a penny less.

Zhang Ziwen stared at her silently. An angelic face, a devilish heart. "Little brat, you can still smile
?" A sudden urge to rape her arose within him, an urge to rape her to vent his anger. This woman's face...
"You 're so thick-skinned."

"Are you alright? Did something happen?" Mu Qing felt a chill
run down her spine. She caught a glimpse of lust in Zhang Ziwen's eyes, and his expressionless yet somewhat handsome face instilled a sense of fear in her.

"What do you think I'd be in trouble with?" Zhang Ziwen asked indifferently.

"I thought something had happened to you when I got your call, hehe, so I rushed over." Mu Qing flashed a
captivating smile.

"Smiling so much, something happy happened? Feeling good, huh?" Zhang Ziwen felt
a wave of nausea at her seemingly cute smile, as if he'd swallowed a fly.

"You, Zhang Ziwen!" Mu Qing was enraged by Zhang Ziwen's mocking tone. "Don't be so disrespectful! Is that how you
talk to your superior?"

"What did I say?" Zhang Ziwen's eyes flashed with disdain, extremely annoyed.
This brat was still trying to act tough in front of him.

That damn guy, he's acting like a scoundrel again, just like that night. Humph, Zhang Ziwen, you stinking thing, do you think I
'm afraid of you? Humph, I'm not done with you yet! Mu Qing saw the contempt in his eyes and felt furious.
She strongly despised herself for showing fear to him earlier.

Mu Qing's mind raced, and she flashed a charming smile: "Zhang Ziwen, I know you must have had a rough day.
Let's not waste time on small talk. You did a great job today, and the company will reward you. Your salary will double this month,
and I'll treat you to dinner to celebrate. How about it?"

Looking at her alluring smile, Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. Women, their moods change like the weather, so unpredictable
. He knew Mu Qing wasn't sincere, he knew she harbored ill intentions towards him, and he knew this seemingly angelic
woman would find ways to get back at him. A fighting spirit ignited within him; he would never bow down to her, never! A desire stirred within
Zhang Ziwen ; he wanted to see what tricks this beautiful woman would pull. The game
had begun, and he wasn't in a hurry to end it.

"Say something, what do you want to eat? It's on me." Mu Qing couldn't fathom his thoughts.

"Okay, if you're treating, I won't stand on ceremony. Let's just find a Western restaurant." Zhang Ziwen smiled.
He had already decided: Let's play this game, you brat, let's see who's playing whom in the end.

Seeing his change in attitude, Mu Qing felt even more uncertain. What was this jerk up to? His smile was so ugly, yet he kept smiling
—disgusting! Mu Qing was very annoyed by his smile, but her own charming smile remained unchanged, as sweet as could be
.

Inside the car, the two faced each other with smiles, each secretly plotting, secretly wishing they could slap the other across
the face. Passersby outside might have thought they were a couple deeply in love, exchanging sweet nothings .

"By the way, Ms. Mu, this car is nice. May I drive it?" Zhang Ziwen tried to shake off the people monitoring him. "

Country bumpkin," Mu Qing thought disdainfully. She loved her car dearly and hated anyone touching it, not even her
fiancé . But in this situation, she couldn't refuse. She was resentful, but for future revenge,
she had to put on a show now. This jerk might be wary of her. "Hmph, let him show off for once
."

Mu Qing reluctantly switched seats with Zhang Ziwen. Seeing his somewhat sinister smile, she had a bad feeling,
but it was too late to back out.

The car had already started, and in 4.3 seconds, it accurately reached 100 km/h. The momentum jolted Mu Qing's body
back , causing her to cry out. She quickly fastened her seatbelt. The Porsche sped off like an arrow,
maintaining its speed through the busy city, weaving through traffic without stopping at red lights. At each intersection, the surveillance cameras
flashed white light. She estimated that by tomorrow, tickets would be flooding her office, and her
license might even be revoked. Mu Qing was filled with regret.

What is driving skill? The car kept overtaking, oncoming cars whizzing past with barely a breath, the speed still climbing,
the speedometer already pointing to 120, 140, 160. Mu Qing's heart began to race. She had never driven
this sports car . It was thrilling and exhilarating, so exciting, so incredibly exciting.

In Hai'an District, at the Palando Western Restaurant, the most authentic Italian restaurant in Zhonghai City, the environment was quiet and elegant,
with five-star service. Zhang Ziwen walked ahead looking very respectable, while Mu Qing followed
behind, pale-faced like a pitiful kitten. She hadn't recovered from the high-speed driving. She

had heard of this place but never been here. He Li often talked about how elegant, classy, authentic, and tasteful it was. After
hearing it so many times, Zhang Ziwen drove his Porsche here directly. At this moment, the restaurant didn't have many customers, making it very
quiet . Soothing music echoed in the restaurant, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The two chose a window seat. Zhang Ziwen was clueless about food here, while Mu Qing was clearly
very familiar with the place. She gently opened her lips and ordered bread, tiramisu, beef tenderloin with foie gras, dessert, a small pizza, and
a bottle of 1982 red wine.

Once the food was served, two glasses were filled with red wine. Mu Qing elegantly swirled her glass, her beautiful
face and red lips gliding gently down her throat. She pursed her lips, her expression content.
Zhang Ziwen was somewhat envious of a woman's ability to drink with such grace; he downed his glass of wine like water, much
to , inwardly cursing him for being so uncouth.

The restaurant had a very romantic atmosphere with soft music, but who would have guessed that this seemingly romantic young couple
were actually sworn enemies? Both wore relaxed expressions and reserved smiles, but in their hearts, they cursed each other with the most vulgar words imaginable.
Mu Qing, in particular, cursed the other with every bite of beef tenderloin and every sip of
red wine , yet her beautiful face wore a captivating smile

. Chapter 48: Crisis Under the Dark Night.

Mu Qing dared not let Zhang Ziwen drive anymore, but she was
extremely unwilling to drive him home herself. Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned; the shameless Zhang Ziwen was already sitting in the passenger seat. Helpless,
Mu Qing was determined to be the driver. Zhang Ziwen felt he understood her psychology quite well; the things she disliked most
were now things he was very happy to do. In short, since they were already on the same page, there was no need for politeness.

In truth, Mu Qing could have easily found any excuse to fire Zhang Ziwen, but she wanted a more intense revenge,
so she took an incomprehensible approach: keeping him around, torturing him, and forcing him to submit to her.
Zhang Ziwen, however, was indifferent now; whether he stayed or left was no longer a big deal. As long as she didn't fire him,
he would fight her to the bitter end. They were now locked in a serious battle, and who knew when it would end? One of them was injured.
It was already inevitable.

With this irrational mentality, the two were bound to be hypocritical, each harboring their own agendas. Even if they
hated each other to the core, they had to maintain a facade of peace. This couple was in a very delicate situation, with
nowhere to retreat

. Watching Bao Shijie drive away, Zhang Ziwen sighed softly. He felt a little tired.
He had inexplicably gotten involved with this woman, and then inexplicably argued with her. It was pointless; Zhang Ziwen felt it was a bit absurd.

Since being discharged from the army, he had lost all interest in life, wallowing in despair for a long time.
Now he wanted to start anew, but someone was deliberately making things difficult. His thoughts were simple: a stable
job, drinking tea and playing cards with friends, or having a few drinks somewhere. If fate brought him to the table, he would find a girl,
marry, have children, and raise the next generation. A simple life, a peaceful existence, was perhaps his best choice. He
didn't ask for much, only stability. Couldn't he even fulfill this simple request?

Something was off tonight. It was too quiet; the entire peaceful place was deserted. It was still early,
not even 11 pm, but Zhang Ziwen sensed danger. He could feel this abnormal silence was
a sign of an impending storm. The people monitoring him hadn't shown up, but Zhang Ziwen could feel many eyes
staring at him. The sheer number of people

made Zhang Ziwen uneasy. Ever since he was inexplicably arrested by the police, his troubles
seemed endless. He rarely dealt with the police before, but now he was practically familiar with them. He
couldn't understand why these policemen kept targeting him. Did he really
look a thug?

A sudden sadness and despair gripped Zhang Ziwen. The despair deep within him fueled
a rebellious spirit. Tonight, it seemed they were going to harm him. He couldn't let himself be slaughtered like this. He decided to fight back. A soldier
doesn't surrender without a fight; that wasn't in Zhang Ziwen's nature.

On the narrow streets of Xianghe Lane, Zhang Ziwen stood alone.
Several vans were parked silently by the roadside, their tinted windows obscuring the interior. He could sense they were full of people—snipers,
and even more snipers on the rooftops. Infrared night-vision scopes were already locked onto him.
A . More than one sniper rifle was locked on him. This was a large-scale operation; the enemy had clearly made meticulous
preparations. He was considered extremely dangerous. Snipers
were . The fact that they had deployed special troops to take him down suggested they were prepared to kill him. Zhang Ziwen
's mind raced

. The people ambushing him were easy to deal with, but the sniper upstairs was a real headache. To take him down,
the would have to show himself, waiting for him to enter the ambush zone. Now, with no way to retreat, and believing his path behind him
was blocked

, Zhang Ziwen moved, slowly approaching the street. He could only sense the sniper's presence but couldn't pinpoint his
exact location. He could only walk along the wall, minimizing the sniper's threat. Zhang Ziwen moved very slowly
, carefully avoiding provoking the sniper. He knew the sniper's sights wouldn't
leave . He felt the icy weapon's stimulation at his temple.

One van passed by, no movement. He could almost hear concealed breathing,
the heart pounding as the prey was about to fall into the trap. Zhang Ziwen passed another van, still no movement. He knew it was almost over. His breathing
slowed, his heartbeat steady. He needed to relieve the pressure on the sniper at any moment, not to provoke that deadly coldness.
Deliberate mental relaxation didn't mean physical relaxation; his muscles were taut, maintaining a high state of alert.
After the third van had passed,

Zhang Ziwen very subtly and slowly took out a cigarette and lit it. It was very natural. The action could
slightly reduce the pressure on both sides. He already felt the sniper loosen
his grip . This feeling was something only those who had experienced countless dangers and life-or-death crises could understand—it was peculiar
and subtle

. A gentle night breeze blew by, dispersing the faint smoke from his cigarette. Several people appeared ahead, slowly walking towards him from
the end of the street. Without turning around, he could faintly hear footsteps behind him, still quite far away.
Zhang Ziwen casually walked towards the fourth van; he had chosen that as his last stand. The location,
with a wall on one side and a car on the other, reduced the threat of snipers. It might be his only blind
spot, and he only needed to deal with the people inside the car, making the risk much lower.

Zhang Ziwen slowly approached the van, stopping beside it.
He couldn't see inside, nor did he look. He could sense at least five people inside. Cigarette butts flickered under the dim streetlights, the wisps of smoke
dissipating in the wind. He could no longer sense the sniper's lock-on; this position was indeed
a blind spot, the threat of death suddenly increasing. Zhang Ziwen felt much more relaxed, but he could sense that the people inside the van seemed a little nervous and
excited, clearly not expecting him to be so close to the van, seemingly within reach.

A few loud slams of car doors broke the silence of the night. The vans parked in front and behind
opened their doors, and many people jumped out. People appearing from the street quickly moved towards
Zhang Ziwen their
swift and agile movements, they were clearly well-trained, and despite their numbers, they remained orderly.

Zhang Ziwen didn't move, standing there seemingly nonchalantly, but his body subtly made defensive movements. After taking
the last drag of his cigarette, he threw away the butt, exhaled a deep breath, and maintained a
steady, long breath

. The pursuers were getting closer, less than ten meters away. Zhang Ziwen didn't move; he was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment.
Eight meters left. His pursuers slowed their pace, cautiously approaching him step by step. They
had completely surrounded Zhang Ziwen; now they only needed to deliver the final blow. Six meters, five meters
, three meters...

A car door slid open, and a man rushed out of the van in front of Zhang Ziwen. The attack
began ; everyone lunged at Zhang Ziwen. At the same time, as the door opened and the man jumped out, Zhang Ziwen
reacted. With a swift side kick, the attacker's body flew back into the van with a cracking sound, knocking down
those who were about to follow. Immediately afterward, he swiftly seized the wrists of the man flanking him, his hands...
With a misstep, he bumped into two men, then nimbly leaped into the car, slamming the
door shut and locking it.

Before the people inside could even help the man who had fallen in, another person was already inside – Zhang Ziwen.
His hands moved rapidly; the counterattack from the men inside gave him the opportunity to dislocate their shoulder and elbow joints. Before the sound of dislocated joints had even
faded, and as the three men inside were rendered helpless, Zhang Ziwen swiftly moved to the front seat, striking,
seizing control, and shoving them. In a flash, he was in the driver's seat. The driver fell out of the car, and
the van had already sped 30 meters away.

Fast, too fast! In a blur, Zhang Ziwen's car was almost at the street corner when a gunshot rang out. The car
dipped slightly; the bullet had accurately struck the left rear tire. Without slowing down, another gunshot rang out, hitting the other rear tire.
The van lurched violently. Zhang Ziwen secretly rejoiced that there were others inside; if the sniper hadn't been so hesitant,
a shot to the fuel tank would have been enough.

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