Chapter 0032: Dedicated but Not Professional Enough

"What's with all the yelling? I'm not some brainless bimbo with big boobs; I'm just not as cunning as you guys." Qin Ruohan glared defiantly with her beautiful eyes. "Besides, this is my turf. I'll go wherever I want, knock on doors if I feel like it, or not if I don't." This was the only way Qin Ruohan could regain some ground in front of Chen Liuhe.

"Do you believe I could take you down right here and now?" Chen Liuhe asked with a playful smirk.

Qin Ruohan opened her mouth to retort, but upon seeing the wicked grin on Chen Liuhe's face that didn't seem like a joke, she wisely shut it and let out a soft huff. "A good woman doesn't fight with a brute."

She sat down on the leather sofa, her shapely legs, clad in black stockings and high heels, crossing lightly over each other.

Adjusting her demeanor, Qin Ruohan asked, "You just turned down Zhang Yongfu. With how ruthless he is, did he really leave that easily?"

Chen Liuhe shrugged nonchalantly. "What else could he do? Was he supposed to stay so I could treat him to lunch?" He knew that if he didn't tell Qin Ruohan what happened during the conversation, this woman wouldn't rest easy.

After a pause, he continued, "The reason I gave him left him no room to flip out."

"What did you say?" Qin Ruohan asked eagerly.

Chen Liuhe gave a sly smile and looked at her. "I said I wanted to hog all your wealth for myself—money and beauty included."

At that, Qin Ruohan's pretty face flushed with embarrassment. She glared at Chen Liuhe in annoyance and spat, "You're no saint either."

Chen Liuhe shrugged without a word. After a moment of silence, Qin Ruohan spoke in an unusually soft tone. "Chen Liuhe, you can't abandon me. Right now, you're the only one I can rely on…"

Chen Liuhe sneered. "I'm not the type to play the knight in shining armor, so don't try pulling the emotional card on me. Being straightforward works better!"

Seeing her sob story fail, Qin Ruohan tilted her head up. "You're just all talk and no action—a poser!"

"Wanna test that?" Chen Liuhe chuckled, amused.

"No need to test anything. I'm sitting right here. Come and get me if you've got the guts," Qin Ruohan taunted.

How could Chen Liuhe tolerate such disdain? With a cold smirk, he stood up, strode around the desk, and marched toward Qin Ruohan with a menacing air, looking every bit ready to charge into battle.

As Chen Liuhe closed in, Qin Ruohan's heart skipped a beat. This guy looked like he meant business. Before he could get within three meters of her, she leapt up and bolted toward the office door.

"I'm not some easy woman. Have fun playing with yourself!" Qin Ruohan yanked the door open, stood in the hallway, and gloated triumphantly.

Chen Liuhe didn't chase after her. He just stood there, chuckling. "Don't get too cocky, or you'll end up regretting it one day."

"Hmph, who ends up regretting what is still up in the air." Qin Ruohan turned and strutted off arrogantly, letting out a couple of smug giggles. Her graceful figure swayed as she walked, a sight to behold.

Watching her retreating figure, Chen Liuhe couldn't help but laugh. This woman was getting bolder by the day—now she even dared to tease him. She really was someone who didn't fear playing with fire.

The day passed quickly, and soon night fell. After grabbing a casual dinner with Huang Baiwan at a roadside stall, Chen Liuhe wandered around as usual, flirted with a few girls, and then returned to the office to enjoy the air conditioning and mess around on the computer.

While he was engrossed in a risqué romantic action flick—unsure if it was safe to watch—a knock on the door interrupted him.

"Damn it, who's the idiot now?" Chen Liuhe grumbled irritably. He reluctantly glanced at the steamy scene on his screen before dragging himself to the door.

"Whoever you are, you'd better have a damn good reason, or I'll make sure your chrysanthemum blooms out of season," Chen Liuhe muttered as he opened the door.

Outside stood a person in a delivery uniform, wearing a baseball cap pulled low over their face, obscuring half of it. They held a package in their hands.

"Are you Chen Liuhe? Your delivery," the courier said.

Chen Liuhe eyed them suspiciously. "My delivery? I'm a guy who can barely afford three meals a day. How could I afford to order anything? Wrong address, maybe?"

"No idea. It's got your name and address on it. Maybe it's a surprise from someone," the courier replied, keeping their head down the whole time, the cap shadowing their face.

Chen Liuhe didn't press further and instinctively took the package. It was heavier than expected. Without closing the door, he turned and walked back into the office.

The odd-acting courier seemed to breathe a subtle sigh of relief before turning and walking away briskly. Beneath the cap, a cold, sinister smile crept across their face.

Opening their hand, they revealed a stopwatch ticking down from one minute.

Instead of leaving, they clutched the timer and lingered at the corner of the hallway, waiting silently. Their mission was to kill, and they had to confirm the target was dead before departing.

Time ticked by. When the stopwatch hit three seconds, they instinctively covered their ears, but three seconds passed, and there was no explosive boom as expected. Chen Liuhe's office door remained wide open, silent as ever.

Stunned beyond belief, they froze. This couldn't be. The bomb was their own handiwork—a powerful, intricate device they'd checked over ten times. There was no way it could've failed.

After a few more seconds of nothing, sweat beaded on their forehead. Finally, they decided to investigate. If the bomb had malfunctioned, no big deal—they'd finish the target personally.

Their footsteps were nearly silent as they approached the office. But just as they neared the doorway, a voice from inside made their blood run cold.

"Buddy, you're pretty dedicated, huh? Mission incomplete, and you still can't bear to leave?" It was Chen Liuhe's lazy drawl.

The killer in the courier uniform stepped into the doorway, gun raised, and peered inside. What they saw shocked them.

Chen Liuhe lounged casually on the sofa. On the coffee table in front of him sat the bomb-laden package, now inert and lifeless.

"Buddy, I'm not trying to rag on you, but while you're dedicated, you're not exactly professional. Your bomb-making skills are subpar. Seven wires? I dismantled it in three seconds and sat here waiting for you for over half a minute."

Chen Liuhe held a pair of nail clippers, the bomb's wires snipped cleanly one by one.

The killer's expression was a mix of shock and awe as they stared at Chen Liuhe. This was the most complex bomb they could craft—seven wires, and cutting even one wrong would trigger it. Yet this guy claimed he disarmed it in three seconds? They'd never encountered anyone this formidable.

"Tell me who sent you, and I'll let you walk away," Chen Liuhe said calmly. If a contraption like this could kill him, he'd have been dead a thousand times over.

In truth, he'd sensed something off the moment he saw the courier—their strange behavior and the calluses on their hands hadn't escaped his notice.

He hadn't acted immediately because of the package. If it was a remote-triggered bomb, cornering the guy could lead to a mutual takedown. While Chen Liuhe was confident he'd survive, it wasn't worth the hassle.

The response wasn't words but a bullet aimed to kill. Chen Liuhe, already on guard, ducked slightly. With a textbook combat leap, he flung the nail clippers.

A scream followed as the killer's gun-wielding wrist was sliced deeply by the clippers, the pistol clattering to the floor.

"Among assassins, you're third-rate at best," Chen Liuhe remarked casually.

Terror flashed across the killer's face. Without hesitation, they turned and fled, abandoning the gun.

Chen Liuhe smirked coldly. He wasn't about to let them escape so easily. With a swift lunge, he gave chase.

Chen Liuhe moved like a phantom, lightning-fast. The killer's physical prowess was decent, but compared to Chen Liuhe, it was child's play. Within a few breaths, he was closing in.

Suddenly, the killer pulled another gun from their body and fired at Chen Liuhe mid-run.

At such close range and in such a frantic dash, it was a dire situation. Anyone else might've taken a bullet to the head, but this was Chen Liuhe.

A man who made the underworld tremble!

His body halted as if defying momentum, twisting beyond human limits. The bullet grazed his cheek and flew past.

In utter panic, the killer fired several more shots wildly, not caring if they hit, then bolted around the hallway corner.

With a few nimble leaps, Chen Liuhe pressed on, unscathed.

Acting tough and then running? Too naive!

Few in this world had ever escaped Chen Liuhe's pursuit. Once, a notorious underworld figure fired a shot at him, only to be hunted across half the globe. Unable to bear the crushing fear, the man ended up groveling like a dog before Chen Liuhe.

And that guy's background? Bigger than most could ever imagine…

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