On the other end of the phone came an anxious female voice with a sob, Qin Hongyi’s personal secretary.
“Miss! It’s bad!”
“That old fox Qin Mu, he called an emergency board meeting, saying you privately embezzled company funds to keep… keep a pretty boy, suspected of serious violations. Now the board has passed a resolution to suspend your executive president duties!”
“And.”
The secretary’s voice was trembling, “He said your mental state is unstable, already contacted a mental hospital, to forcibly treat you.”
Qin Hongyi’s hand gripping the phone tightened sharply.
“What did you say?”
Boom!
The surgical room door suddenly erupted with a huge noise.
Not knocking.
Collision.
Then, dense footsteps surged in like a tide into the underground arena.
“Miss Qin!”
Outside came a sarcastic middle-aged male voice, through a megaphone, shaking people’s hearts.
“Second Uncle is here to take you to see a doctor. Come out obediently, don’t let your pretty little toy get hurt.”
Qin Mu.
He actually dared in Beijing territory, bring people to besiege the Qin family miss!
Qin Hongyi’s face was ashen, fiercely hanging up, drawing the handgun from her waist.
“This mad dog!”
She looked at Gu Chen on the surgical table.
“Your current body condition, can you still run?”
Gu Chen methodically pulled out the silver needles on his body.
The last needle fell, a blood glint flashed in his eyes.
Not panic from being cornered.
But excitement.
“Run?”
Gu Chen sat up, grabbed the bloodstained men’s suit, casually draping it over his shoulders.
He jumped barefoot off the surgical table, stretched his neck, emitting a series of crackling sounds.
“Why run?”
He walked to Qin Hongyi’s side, reached for the gun in her hand, skillfully ejecting the chamber, loading.
“President Qin, since this chess game was flipped by your second uncle first.”
“Then we don’t need to pretend to be civilized.”
He turned toward the door, back slender.
“Open the door.”
“Tonight, this Night Color underground city is surnamed Gu.”
Boom!
Night Color’s door, claimed to withstand RPGs, didn’t create a miracle, blasted open by directional explosives like flipping a manhole cover.
The twisted metal plate whistled into the specimen room, instantly shattering a row of glass jars soaking deformed embryos.
The pungent formaldehyde smell like a breached dam, instantly raising the concentration tenfold, numbing scalps.
In rolling smoke and dust, twelve elite mercenaries in exoskeleton tactical armor strode in.
Red laser sights densely intertwined, locking the thin figure before the surgical table.
In the earpiece, Qin Mu’s emotionless voice: “Except for that face, chopping the rest to pieces is fine.”
Qin Hongyi just wanted cover, the figure beside vanished.
“Too slow.”
Gu Chen’s voice carried irritation.
His bare soles stomped the ground, cement instantly cracking into spiderwebs.
The transformed body, explosive power unreasonable, Newton’s coffin couldn’t hold.
Bang bang bang!
Gunfire exploded.
But in the mercenaries’ retinas, the woman in oversized suit like a purple phantom, flickering through bullet gaps.
Crack.
Gu Chen flashed before the first mercenary.
He didn’t use the snatched handgun, but directly extended fingers, clawing the exoskeleton armor joint.
Sizzle!
Teeth-gritting metal tear sounded.
Under Qin Hongyi and Ghost Hand’s ghostly stares, Gu Chen barehanded ripped open the exoskeleton chest plate, like tearing a pull-tab wrapper.
Then, that seemingly soft boneless palm pierced like a blade, precisely crushing the mercenary’s throat bone.
Hand-tearing mecha, simple and brutal.
Blood splashed on Gu Chen’s pale cheek, adding demonic deathly allure to that stunning face.
“First one.”
Gu Chen casually shook off blood beads, frowning disdainfully, “This armor’s really hard, almost split my nails.”
Is that the point?!
Qin Hongyi inwardly ranted wildly, what violent soul is in this woman’s body?
Battle instantly heated.
Or rather, a dimensionality-reduction slaughter.
Gu Chen’s movements extremely eerie, like snake, like cat, anything but human.
He borrowed force from walls, ceiling, even corpses, each shift with crisp bone-cracking BGM.
“Ah! Monster! She’s a monster!”
The mercenaries’ mental defenses collapsed.
Thermal imaging couldn’t catch, bullets couldn’t follow, close combat one slap per kid.
This still battle? Became feeding ground.
However, as killing proceeded, Gu Chen’s state turned wrong.
The silver needles on his back, with muscles swelling and contracting, squeezed out one by one.
Ding.
A needle fell.
Gu Chen’s form stalled, originally black pupils rapidly fading.
Body temperature skyrocketed wildly, even meters away, Qin Hongyi felt the heat wave.
“Damn, can’t suppress…”
Gu Chen panted.
The heat fiercer than before, as if drying blood, igniting soul.
“Gu Chen! Stop!” Qin Hongyi noticed abnormality, shouted.
“Shut up!”
Gu Chen backhanded a shot, without looking, bullet precisely through the last sneaking mercenary’s brow.
Field left only Gu Chen’s heavy pants.
He stood in corpse mountain blood sea, whole body trembling.
Suit already slipped, thin hospital gown soaked in sweat and blood, clinging, outlining graceful S-curves.
“So hot.”
Gu Chen irritably grabbed his collar, tore hard, snap, buttons flew far.
Large pink-tinged skin exposed, those dark red patterns reemerged, more ferocious.
He turned sharply, staring deadly at Qin Hongyi in the corner.
That instant, Qin Hongyi felt locked.
That look no rational ally, only naked, primal, unmasked greed.
“Food.”
Gu Chen’s throat low growled, tossed handgun, four limbs down, pouncing like real beast at Qin Hongyi.
“Gu Chen! See who I am!”
Qin Hongyi only raised arm to block.
Bang!
Huge impact smashed her flying, crashing hard into specimen cabinet.
Glass shards rained, cutting Qin Hongyi’s expensive suit, also her cheek.
Before recovering, Gu Chen pressed up.
He straddled Qin Hongyi, hands like iron clamps locking her wrists, nailing her to glass-shard ground.
“Let go! You’re crazy!” Qin Hongyi struggled desperately, knee ruthlessly topping Gu Chen’s abdomen.
Useless.
Unmoving.
Gu Chen’s strength now despairingly great.
He lowered head, nostrils flaring, deeply sniffing Qin Hongyi’s neck.
That face cold killing moments ago, now flushed with chaotic red, eyes silky.
“So fragrant…”
Gu Chen’s vertical pupils contracted sharply, gaze fixed on Qin Hongyi’s bleeding cheek wound.
Not just blood scent.
This Eden body craved specific pheromones, only on Qin Hongyi.
“Dinner time.” Gu Chen extended tongue tip, licked blood bead on Qin Hongyi’s cheek.
That slick warm touch stiffened Qin Hongyi.
Fear?
Of course.
But more absurd shame rushed to crown.
å ‚å ‚ Qin president, capital circle female devil, actually pressed under by her archenemy as buffet?!
“Gu Qingcheng! Dare bite me try! This lady blasts you!”
Qin Hongyi gritted teeth, hand desperately reaching dropped gun.
“Don’t move.”
Gu Chen seemed angered by her struggle.
He single-handed pinched Qin Hongyi’s chin, forcing her head up, then—
Not as Qin Hongyi expected, tearing throat.
Gu Chen kissed her lips.