Chapter 0034: Enchantress!

Standing up, Chen Liuhe walked toward the assassin with an expressionless face.

At that moment, both the assassin and the beautiful young woman he held hostage felt as if their hearts had been struck hard, a chill spreading through them. The woman even thought that the unremarkable young man before her was far more terrifying than the assassin holding a gun to her head—terrifying beyond measure!

"Don't come closer! I told you to stay back! Didn't you hear me?!" The assassin, who had at least a dozen lives on his hands, was trembling. Even though Chen Liuhe hadn't made a move, the sheer aura emanating from him was already pushing the assassin to the brink of psychological collapse.

"You've got two choices now: shoot, or wait to die!" Chen Liuhe said indifferently, his steps closing in, completely disregarding the woman's life.

The beautiful woman's face grew paler by the second. She could sense the assassin's growing unease and the encroaching breath of death. She might die at any moment.

"Damn it! Die!" When Chen Liuhe was less than a meter away, the assassin finally buckled under the crushing panic, raising his gun and firing at the man right in front of him.

But Chen Liuhe, as if he'd foreseen it, jerked his head aside. The bullet grazed his cheek, a breathtaking moment that left onlookers dumbfounded.

It was impossible to fathom such a scene—dodging a bullet at less than a meter's range. This raw, violent beauty, this godlike reaction speed—it was nothing short of astounding.

In the next instant, the woman's vision blurred. Before she could process anything, the fierce, unfamiliar young man was standing in front of her. She didn't hear a gunshot—only a scream.

The assassin's scream.

She was suddenly free from his grip, then felt a push that sent her stumbling awkwardly to the floor. When she turned back, her eyes widened in horror.

The assassin, who moments ago had been brimming with menace, was now clutching a broken arm, twisted grotesquely as if the young man had snapped it with brute force.

Bang! Chen Liuhe grabbed the assassin by the throat with one hand and slammed him against the wall.

This killer, a predator skilled in the art of death, was like a helpless child in Chen Liuhe's hands—utterly powerless to resist.

The ferocity Chen Liuhe displayed struck straight to the soul!

Pinned against the wall, suspended in midair, the assassin struggled desperately, unleashing every ounce of strength and every technique he'd honed since training in combat at age eight.

But no matter how he fought, he couldn't break free from the grip of Chen Liuhe's single arm. That arm didn't budge an inch, its hold tightening slowly, Chen Liuhe's face a mask of chilling indifference.

It was a numbness—a callous disregard for life!

Beyond the terror on the assassin's face was an indelible shock. He couldn't comprehend the sheer power of the young man before him.

He'd been born into a war-torn world, trained in the art of killing from childhood. Among those who survived that brutal environment, none lacked skill.

He'd always considered himself exceptional, capable of matching elite soldiers who'd seen real combat. Yet in front of this man, he was a joke—his years of training rendered laughably insignificant.

At that moment, death didn't scare him as much, but the primal fear deep within refused to subside—not a fear of dying, but of the man before him!

"Please… don't… kill… me… I can… tell you… who's behind…" The assassin forced out a few strained words, his face deathly pale from suffocation, his eyes rolling back.

Chen Liuhe remained unmoved, his voice cold. "Looks like you're not just unprofessional—you lack professional ethics too."

"But it's not necessary anymore!" Chen Liuhe's face was devoid of emotion. When he truly wanted someone dead, no reason or person in this world could stop him!

Despair filled the assassin's eyes. He knew he was doomed. "Who… are… you…?"

"The living you has no right to know. Maybe after you're dead, you can ask the King of Hell!" With those words, Chen Liuhe's hand clenched hard. A bone-chilling crack echoed as the assassin's neck snapped, his body slumping lifelessly to the floor.

After it was done, Chen Liuhe's expression remained as still as a stagnant pond. His calm gaze swept the room, landing on the beautiful woman sprawled on the floor, her bath towel barely covering her, her hand pressed to her mouth in horror. It seemed to be her first time witnessing a life taken right before her eyes.

The massage therapist, meanwhile, was petrified, trembling uncontrollably, her mind a blank slate.

"If you don't want trouble, pretend you saw nothing tonight," Chen Liuhe said flatly. After a moment's thought, he walked over and crouched in front of the woman. After all, this breathtaking beauty had been dragged into this mess because of him, nearly losing her life and suffering a severe scare.

Slap! Before he could speak, a sharp slap landed across his face.

The woman's mesmerizing eyes blazed with fury as she glared at him. It was this guy who'd just ignored her life, nearly getting her killed.

Chen Liuhe could've dodged it, but for some reason, he didn't. He took the hit without flinching, shrugging nonchalantly without a word.

The woman shot him an angry, defiant look—one that carried no real threat but instead exuded a unique, captivating charm.

She didn't say a word either, just clutched the half-covering towel and stood up. But before she could take a step, a startled cry escaped her tender lips. The towel slipped off completely, falling to the ground.

"You! Bastard!" Her face flushed red,羞恼 (shame and annoyance) nearly bringing tears to her eyes. She delivered another crisp slap to Chen Liuhe's face, then shoved him aside, yanking the towel's corner from under his foot. Clutching it tightly, she fled the room that had left her humiliated and enraged.

Staring blankly at her retreating figure, Chen Liuhe's mind involuntarily replayed the moment from seconds ago. A rush of heat surged through him, his pulse racing.

Rubbing the stinging spot on his face, he shook his head with a wry smile. "If I said it wasn't on purpose, would you believe me?" Of course, only he could hear those words.

"She's a real firecracker," he chuckled, then pushed aside thoughts of that enchanting woman. He wasn't some drooling fool or lovesick idiot. Some things were meant to be admired briefly, never to throw him off balance.

"Get out of here. And remember—don't breathe a word of tonight to anyone, unless you want trouble," he said to the massage therapist.

Already terrified out of her wits and viewing this devilish man with abject fear, she nodded frantically and bolted out like her life depended on it.

Chen Liuhe didn't leave. Instead, he sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and glanced at the assassin's corpse with a cold smirk tinged with a hint of chilling cruelty.

Who wanted him dead? Zhang Yongfu, or some forgotten nobody from his past?

Exhaling a smoke ring, he dialed Qin Ruohan.

Unintentionally, his eyes drifted to an open wardrobe beside the bed. Inside was a neatly folded Chanel summer dress—the latest slim-fit design. Atop it lay a pair of sheer, flesh-toned pantyhose that could make any man's blood boil.

Then there were the Prada crystal-strapped high-heeled sandals on the floor. His thoughts drifted back to the beautiful woman who'd just fled in a towel,羞愤 (shame and rage) written all over her.

Realizing these were her personal belongings, even Chen Liuhe couldn't help but swallow hard, his mouth suddenly dry. That damned enchantress—she was a top-tier temptress!

As he wickedly debated whether to pick up those pantyhose—likely still warm from her body—and inspect them, Qin Ruohan burst in with Huang Baiwan.

Seeing the gruesome corpse on the floor, Qin Ruohan's delicate frame shuddered. She covered her mouth, nearly retching. Huang Baiwan's expression tightened too.

"What happened?" Qin Ruohan asked sternly after Huang Baiwan closed the door.

Chen Liuhe replied casually, "What else? An assassin came for my head. I took care of him."

"An assassin?" Qin Ruohan was startled. "Who sent him? Zhang Yongfu? He moved that fast? You rejected him this morning, and he's already trying to kill you?" Her mind worked quickly.

Chen Liuhe's expression darkened. "It's not clear who sent him yet."

Qin Ruohan looked at him in surprise. "Don't tell me you've got a lot of enemies?"

Chen Liuhe sneered. "Very few qualify as my enemies, but those who want me dead? Too many to count." Qin Ruohan fell silent, unable to respond. Thinking of Chen Liuhe's scars and mysteries, it didn't seem so strange after all.

"Sixth Brother, what do we do here?" Huang Baiwan, though shaken, stayed composed. Knowing Chen Liuhe wasn't ordinary and having chosen to follow him, he understood he needed a baseline of mental resilience.

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