A sharp shout suddenly rang out, catching everyone's attention. All eyes turned towards the source of the voice.
"Mr. Liu."
"Bingqing."
Before the receptionist could speak, Wang Gebi was already tattling, "Bingqing, you'd better keep your subordinates in check. She blocked even me and didn't believe me when I told her we have an engagement."
Liu Bingqing's face was solemn as she coldly said, "Mr. Wang, please watch how you address me. Anyway, come upstairs with me first. We need to clarify some matters to avoid misunderstandings."
"Mr. Liu, I..."
Not letting the receptionist finish, Liu Bingqing gently interrupted, "It's fine. You did well. Go on back. And your medical expenses for the injuries will be covered by the company as work injury."
With that said, Liu Bingqing ignored Wang Gebi and headed straight towards the elevator. Seeing this, Wang Gebi hurriedly followed after her.
Once in the CEO's office, the secretary served them tea then left, leaving the two of them alone.
"Mr. Wang, this is my letter of resignation. I've been meaning to hand it to you for some time now but kept forgetting with everything that's happened. Since you're here today, please take it."
Liu Bingqing placed a document on the desk and spoke evenly.
Wang Gebi said angrily, "Liu Bingqing, what is the meaning of this?"
"Mr. Wang, this is my answer."
Faced with Wang Gebi's questioning, Liu Bingqing's expression remained unchanged as she continued speaking evenly.
"I know you blame me for Uncle Liu's death, but that was an accident. I didn't expect the thugs to be so vicious either. I only wanted to protect all of you."
Seeing he couldn't intimidate Liu Bingqing, Wang Gebi changed his tone to a softer, more affectionate one, "Don't say you don't blame me. That would be too fake. But I can understand the circumstances back then very well."
Not letting Wang Gebi feel happy, Liu Bingqing went on, "But I'm not dissolving our engagement because of that incident. You know I've never liked you."
"But our engagement was arranged by our elders, and you agreed back then too. Don't forget, if not for my family's help, Liu's Group would have collapsed long ago."
There was a hint of hysteria in Wang Gebi's voice. He couldn't accept his woman betraying him.
"It's true I agreed back then. But you also said you'd agree to dissolve the engagement. I've handed in my resignation now, and there's 100 billion in this card to repay you for your help back then."
Liu Bingqing pushed another card across the desk towards Wang Gebi.
Wang Gebi angrily threw the card onto the floor and tore up the resignation letter. "No, I don't agree."
The atmosphere was growing increasingly tense. Just then, a head peeked in from the door crack. "Mr. Liu, is everything alright?"
"Ye Feng, perfect timing. It's almost lunch. Let's go eat downstairs while we chat."
Ignoring Wang Gebi, Liu Bingqing strode straight towards the door.
But as she walked past Wang Gebi, a hand blocked her path.
"Liu Bingqing, don't tell me you've taken a liking to this gigolo. What's so good about him?"
"Let go." Liu Bingqing sternly admonished.
Seeing the situation, Ye Feng rubbed his head and walked in, saying, "Sir, please calm down. This isn't the place to make a scene."
"Calm down, your xxxx!"
Feeling utterly cuckolded, Wang Gebi immediately lashed out with a kick towards Ye Feng's lower body without another word.
Bang bang pow!
After a bout of punches and kicks, Wang Gebi lay bruised and beaten on the ground.
"Let's go. Call security to escort him out later."
Liu Bingqing casually looped her arm around Ye Feng's and left without a backward glance.
Leaving Wang Gebi alone on the ground, unable to get up.
"Damn you adulterers, you'll regret this!"
Hobbling back home, a disheveled Wang Gebi collapsed in bed on his back. Suddenly, the image of a woman appeared before his eyes.
She was his comrade-in-arms from his past life. They had grown up and carried out missions together. She was someone he could absolutely trust.
He wondered if she was still alive.
Full of hope, Wang Gebi logged into an account and typed out a mysterious code.
This was a secret website Xi Ying had specially set up for the two of them, for the purpose of covertly contacting each other when in danger.
In an unnamed villa in some city
A strange alarm sounded, "Beep beep beep."
Shortly after, a beautiful woman emerged from the bathroom in the midst of freshening up. But her eyes seemed to be constantly filled with tears.
"Is it you, Lan Ling? You're still alive, right?"
Forgetting her dripping wet body, the woman sat down at the computer and rapidly tapped the keyboard.
This was their private website. On top of sending messages, more importantly it allowed them to locate each other.
Soon, the woman found the address of the other end of the website.
She took out her phone and booked a flight to Jiang City departing in three days.
"Hello, is this the police station? I wish to report in real name that international hitman Xi Ying will arrive at Jiang City International Airport on flight 1024 three days from now. Yes, it's me again. Don't worry, the source is absolutely reliable."
Three days later, Xi Ying, wearing sunglasses and looking every bit a big celebrity, boarded the plane bound for Jiang City.
Filled with anticipation for Lan Ling, she murmured to herself, "Ying, I'm coming. No matter where you are, I will definitely find you."
Jiang City Airport had long been cleared out. Squads of fully armed officers and soldiers lay in ambush around the airport.
Even the passengers walking to and fro were actually undercover armed police officers, seemingly going about normal passenger activities while closely watching the incoming dangerous individual.
Xi Ying
Ranked 23rd on the international hitman leaderboard. Responsible for three assassination cases in Hua Country, with no survivors among the victims.
Upon receiving the tipoff, higher command took it very seriously and issued orders to arrest and bring her to justice at all costs.
Soon the flight arrived. Lost in thoughts of Lan Ling, a delighted Xi Ying disembarked from the plane.
But gradually her professional instincts as a top hitman made her notice something off about the airport, especially the disappearance of passengers who had been on the plane with her.
Xi Ying did not stop walking, but pretended to be in a hurry to the bathroom.
"Ready, she's noticed."
With a "bang", Xi Ying staggered, barely avoiding falling to her knees.
A heart-wrenching pain radiated from her thigh. Without looking down, she knew she had been shot in the thigh.
Struggling to find a nearby hostage, she discovered the crowds converging towards her, with dangerous auras warning her these people were highly dangerous.
"Don't move!"
Dozens of guns appeared in the hands of the disguised armed police officers surrounding Xi Ying tightly.
Soon some came up and restrained Xi Ying in handcuffs. Her entire body was searched thoroughly, down to every strand of hair.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
