The Lamb Awaiting Slaughter

Only then did Huang Baobian have time to look back at Chen Liuhe. Seeing the scene before him, he was clearly stunned for a moment, but quickly got excited and grinned, "Bro, I knew it! You're definitely better at fighting than I am."

Chen Liuhe smiled, observing Huang Baobian's bleeding wounds, frowning slightly but remaining silent.

Huang Baobian dragged the terrified security chief to his feet and asked Chen Liuhe, "What now, bro? Do we fight or run?"

Chen Liuhe looked at the pale security chief and said, "Tell me, where's Qin Ruohan?"

"Don't do anything reckless. If someone dies, none of us will get away with it," the security chief said, trembling.

Chen Liuhe exchanged a glance with Huang Baobian. Huang Baobian understood immediately, tightened his grip on the knife, and a bloody mark appeared on the security chief's neck. Huang Baobian growled, "You'd better answer honestly, or I'll make sure you regret it. I'm risking my life here; it's worth taking yours if needed!"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you," the security chief said, drenched in cold sweat. "President Qin is in the office on the fifth floor. But I advise you to reconsider. She's currently meeting with an important person. If you interrupt them, it won't end well for you."

"Lead the way!" Chen Liuhe said firmly, turning towards the elevator. Huang Baobian followed, dragging the security chief with him.

At this moment, some staff and security guards arrived after hearing the commotion. However, seeing the situation, none dared to act recklessly and could only watch from a distance.

Qin Ruohan felt a deep sense of helplessness and despair tonight, a feeling she had experienced before on the day her father died. But facing the aggressive Zhou Yunkang now, she felt it once more.

Under Zhou Yunkang's relentless pressure and menacing demeanor, Qin Ruohan cursed Chen Liuhe inwardly. She had hoped that Chen Liuhe, not an ordinary person, would at least provide support, even if it was just to bolster her courage.

But the reality was that Chen Liuhe, that scoundrel, had shown no concern for her troubles these past few days. He hadn't offered any help or even the slightest word of reassurance.

Qin Ruohan had lost all hope in Chen Liuhe. At this final moment, she was alone, facing Zhou Yunkang, who was like a wolf or a tiger.

In the large office, only Qin Ruohan and Zhou Yunkang were present. The atmosphere was incredibly oppressive. Qin Ruohan, seated behind the desk, was pale, her eyes filled with resentment, anger, and deep humiliation.

In contrast, Zhou Yunkang was composed, sitting arrogantly on a leather sofa, legs crossed, puffing on a Cuban cigar, looking very self-assured.

His gaze toward Qin Ruohan was not only contemptuous but also tinged with a known fanaticism.

To him, Qin Ruohan was a prize he had already claimed. He not only wanted her vast wealth but also her exceptional beauty.

"So, President Qin? Time's almost up. Have you made a decision?" Zhou Yunkang asked calmly.

"Zhou Yunkang, why are you being so ruthless? You've already killed my father, and now you won't even spare me?" Qin Ruohan struggled, still unwilling to give in.

Zhou Yunkang sneered, "President Qin, you should speak with evidence. Your father's death was an accident. As for being ruthless, you're exaggerating. How could I bear to be harsh with such a talented and beautiful woman like you? Asking you to hand over the club is actually for your own good."

"For my own good? Hmph, your so-called goodness is truly chilling," Qin Ruohan retorted angrily.

"President Qin, talking won't help. You should understand that in life, money isn't everything. Sometimes, too much money can become a burden. If you're dead, what's the use of any amount of money?" Zhou Yunkang said. "Our Black Dragon Society's offer of two million to buy your club is already very generous. You should realize, this club could save your life!"

"You shameless scoundrels!" Qin Ruohan was beside herself with rage. "I will never let you succeed. This club is my father's legacy. Want me to give it up? No way! I'd like to see if you dare to kill me!" Qin Ruohan, a fiery and stubborn woman, refused to surrender.

Zhou Yunkang shook his head in disappointment, not in a hurry, and said with a cold smile, "Looks like you're truly not afraid of death." He paused, then changed the topic. "But even if you don't care about your own safety, don't you care about your adorable brother?"

Before Qin Ruohan could respond, Zhou Yunkang continued, "I know you have a brother studying abroad. If something were to happen to him… well, your Qin family would be truly extinct."

Hearing this, Qin Ruohan could no longer remain seated. In a mix of fear and rage, she stood up and yelled, "If you dare touch a hair on my brother, I'll come back from the grave to get you!"

"Ha, good to hear," Zhou Yunkang said, pushing a contract forward. "Sign this transfer agreement, and two million will be transferred to your account immediately. Both you and your brother will be safe."

He glanced at Qin Ruohan's alluring figure, his eyes lingering for a moment. "I believe a woman, especially someone as beautiful as you, shouldn't be out here facing the storm. If you were with me, it would be a very good choice."

"Get lost! You beast, shameless and vile!" Qin Ruohan collapsed into her chair, her face filled with pain and despair. She realized that in front of Zhou Yunkang, she could not struggle at all; she was too weak.

She knew she had no way out. Once Zhou Yunkang used her brother as leverage, she had no room for resistance.

She might not fear death herself, but she could not bear to see her only brother, the only male heir of the Qin family, suffer. She couldn't endure such a heavy blow.

"What a pitiful woman. Just give in. You have no bargaining power in front of us," Zhou Yunkang's eyes held no pity, only a hint of pleasure. He relished the power to manipulate others' fates, like a drug that made him crave more.

"Will signing this contract ensure that you'll let me and my brother go?" Qin Ruohan's voice was hoarse as she made her decision.

"Of course," Zhou Yunkang replied, though inwardly he was sneering. He had no intention of letting go of such a beauty. That was not his style.

"Fine, I'll sign. I hope you keep your word!" Qin Ruohan stepped out from behind the desk, her Chanel dress accentuating her seductive figure. Her long, white legs were clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings, and her slender feet were adorned with black stiletto heels. Her entire appearance was enticing, making Zhou Yunkang's blood surge, with an urge to pounce on her.

However, he remained rational, knowing that all lewd thoughts would have to wait until after she signed the agreement.

Just as Qin Ruohan picked up the heavy steel pen to sign the contract, the office door suddenly burst open with a loud bang.

"Boom!" The door was kicked wide open.

The sudden commotion startled both Zhou Yunkang and Qin Ruohan. They turned to see two men who looked like migrant workers entering.

"Tsk, tsk, President Qin, the quality of your door isn't great. How did it open with just a gentle kick?" The unexpected visitors were none other than Chen Liuhe and Huang Baobian.

Chen Liuhe barged in without bothering to knock, and upon seeing the situation in the office, he felt a bit relieved, realizing he hadn't arrived too late.

"Chen Liuhe." Qin Ruohan's face lit up with surprise. She never expected that, in her most desperate moment, when she had given up all hope, this guy would show up like a godsend.

For some reason, at the moment Chen Liuhe appeared, she felt a surge of confidence.

"Who are you?" After a brief shock, Zhou Yunkang quickly regained his composure, squinting at Chen Liuhe and Huang Baobian. He remained seated on the sofa, clearly not taking them seriously.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm here," Chen Liuhe said with a gentle smile. He casually walked over to the sofa and sat down not far from Zhou Yunkang, pulling out a Red Mei cigarette, handing one to Huang Baobian while keeping one for himself, deliberately not offering any to Zhou Yunkang.

Of course, such a low-quality cigarette was unlikely to interest Zhou Yunkang.

"You managed to get past the guards outside, which is impressive," Zhou Yunkang observed Chen Liuhe, unable to discern anything special about him.

"Without some skills, who would dare venture into a place like this?" Chen Liuhe chuckled, tilting his head to look at Zhou Yunkang, exhaling a cloud of pungent smoke. He then glanced at the contract on the coffee table, tossed it into the trash with a sneer, and said, "Boss Zhou, it's said that even thieves have their code of honor. What era is this, still trying to take advantage of someone's misfortune?"

Zhou Yunkang remained unflustered, not showing

the slightest sign of panic. Leaning back on the leather sofa, he said confidently, "This doesn't seem to concern you. I'd advise you to remember, hero rescuing the damsel in distress only happens on TV. In reality, one misstep could cost you your life."

"I wasn't aiming for some clichéd heroics. My goal is similar to yours—you seek wealth and beauty, while I seek great fortune and status," Chen Liuhe said calmly.