“Is it really fake?!”
“Holy shit, who is this woman? She’s too godly!”
“Gu Chen’s personal seal—only he knows the material. How does she know it so clearly?”
The discussions exploded instantly.
Su Rou stared blankly at the woman on stage, radiating brilliance.
That tone, that demeanor, and that familiar way of cursing Gu Chen as a bastard—it was too similar.
But she was clearly a woman.
Gu Mingzhe was furious with shame.
“You’re talking nonsense! This damn thing is from the Gu family…”
“Stole it from the Gu family?”
Gu Chen interrupted him.
“Gu Mingzhe, looks like your dad didn’t tell you—the real seal eats people?”
Before the words finished.
Gu Chen suddenly felt a chill down his back.
It was the Eden prototype’s sixth sense blaring wildly!
“Watch out!”
He couldn’t care about his image, or even Qin Hongyi still down below—the body’s instinct made him dodge to the side.
Bang!
A gunshot.
A large-caliber bullet grazed past Gu Chen’s ear, instantly shattering the LED big screen behind him.
Sparks flew everywhere, and Gu Chen saw in the second-floor VIP box, a man wearing a ghost-face mask holding a still-smoking sniper rifle.
“Ah! Murder!”
The scene descended into chaos instantly.
“Grab her! That woman is a mutant! Second Master Qin has orders—capture her alive for a hundred-million reward!”
With a roar, a dozen fake tycoons originally sitting in the audience suddenly tore off their disguises, pulling out silenced handguns, muzzles all aimed at Gu Chen on stage.
This was a trap.
A killing trap specifically targeting the Eden prototype!
Gu Chen’s eyes sharpened, about to move, but he found Qin Hongyi below was faster than him.
“Dare to touch my person? Courting death!”
Qin Hongyi kicked over the marble coffee table in front of her, using it as cover, while drawing two micro submachine guns from under her skirt hem—god knows when she hid them.
Tututututu!
Fire tongues spat, shell casings flying everywhere.
Qin Hongyi suppressed with wild sweeps while roaring at Gu Chen on stage.
“Gu Qingcheng! How long are you gonna pose up there? Get down! Hide behind me!”
Watching that crazy woman clearing a path for him amid the hail of bullets, Gu Chen was stunned for a second.
Then, he smiled.
That smile was bewitchingly extreme.
The energy in his body boiled completely at this moment.
The calf-protecting fury bursting from Qin Hongyi right now was top-tier fuel.
“Hide?”
Gu Chen licked his lips, his pupils instantly narrowing into an extremely thin vertical line.
“President Qin, at a time like this, letting a woman stand in front.”
He stomped hard, the heel of his high heel snapping instantly.
“Is very embarrassing.”
Wham!
A muffled sound.
Gu Chen’s terrifying explosive power cracked the marble surface underfoot.
No run-up.
That figure in the black velvet high-slit dress, at this moment, directly ignored gravity, turning into a purple streamer, rocketing straight up to the second-floor VIP box like pulling onions from dry ground.
A five-meter height difference, ascended in one step!
In the box, the ghost-masked sniper was preparing to chamber a round, the scope’s view suddenly empty.
Where’s the person?
Next second.
A stunningly beautiful, almost demonic face hung upside down on the bulletproof glass outside the box.
Long hair dangling, those vertical pupils glowing with eerie green light, locking onto the sniper’s retinas through the glass.
The sniper’s heart stopped abruptly.
Gu Chen’s lips curled in mockery, his mouth shape clearly saying:
“Playing sniper? Just this?”
Crack!
He single-handedly gripped the glass edge, fingers forcibly digging into the metal window frame, swinging with force—his whole body shattered the glass, smashing into the box like a cannonball.
“Ah!”
The scream barely escaped before being choked back.
Gu Chen’s bare foot had already stepped on the gun barrel, toes exerting downward force—the special alloy steel tube instantly bent into a weird ninety-degree angle.
Followed by a beautiful spinning kick.
The back of his foot smacked the sniper’s helmet, emitting a muffled sound, like a watermelon smashed by a hammer.
The sniper, helmet and all, flew sideways, crashing through the box’s wooden door, tumbling from the second floor, heavily smashing into the ruins of the first-floor auction stage—twitching twice, he claimed his lunchbox on the spot.
“One.”
Gu Chen stood on the second-floor railing, casually smoothing his wind-tousled long hair—the long leg exposed under the skirt hem was dotted with a few blood drops, red as glaring, white as dazzling.
Dadadada!
In the first-floor hall, gunshots rang like popping beans.
Qin Hongyi wasn’t idle.
Once this woman entered combat mode, she was a human mobile arsenal.
She stood with one foot on the overturned sofa back, dual-wielding micro Uzis, unleashing a frenzied barrage of gunfire at the black-clad death warriors pouring out from hidden doors.
Golden shell casings carpeted the ground at her feet.
“Gu Qingcheng! Stop posing up there!”
Qin Hongyi roared upward while sweeping, her eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty red light. “Three on the left! Two on the right! Clean them up for me! Miss one and I’ll deduct your bonus!”
The violence in that voice, the killing intent, and that madness to crush all threats—poured unreservedly into Gu Chen’s nostrils through the air.
So fragrant.
Too damn fragrant.
Gu Chen took a deep breath, his nearly depleted energy bar instantly filled by this high-purity emotion from Qin Hongyi.
This was the correct way to activate the Eden prototype.
No need to eat flesh, no need to drink blood.
As long as Qin Hongyi kept going crazy, he was a perpetual motion machine.
“As you command, sugar daddy.”
Gu Chen grinned evilly, pupils contracting to pinprick size.
He leaped down from the second floor.
Not free-falling, but like a hunting gecko, adhering to the massive crystal chandelier frame—swinging with force, pouncing toward the two unlucky bastards on the right preparing to flank Qin Hongyi.
“Watch out above!” The death warrior looked up in horror.
Too late.
The black skirt hem covered like a dark cloud.
Gu Chen’s hands crossed in mid-air, landing just in time to grip their crowns.
“Off you go!”
Two heads collided in the air.
Crack.
Red and white matter hadn’t even sprayed yet when Gu Chen had already sprung away, cutting into the left-side crowd.
This was a massacre.
Qin Hongyi held the center with firepower suppression.
Gu Chen roamed outside that radius.
The two had no communication, not even eye contact.
But whenever Qin Hongyi’s muzzle turned, Gu Chen’s figure inevitably appeared in that direction’s blind spot.
Whenever Gu Chen’s old force waned, Qin Hongyi’s bullets always precisely interrupted the enemy’s raising motion.
Tacit understanding?
No.
This was a bone-chilling biological instinct for onlookers.
Like a brain commanding limbs, a queen bee driving workers.
“Feels great!”
Gu Chen casually snatched a mountain-opening knife, backhand nailing a death warrior trying to pull a grenade—turning back to whistle at Qin Hongyi. “President Qin’s fire support is nice, got some of that old flair!”
“Shut up! Kill yours!”
Qin Hongyi’s magazine swap was so fast it left afterimages, her face smeared with someone’s blood, but her eyes shone frighteningly. “Gu Mingzhe is running! Stop him for me!”
In the midst of the chaos, Gu Mingzhe was slinking toward the back door with two bodyguards, hunched over.
This bastard was scared pissless long ago.
Where had he seen such a scene?
That woman wasn’t human at all!
Just a monster in human skin!
“Run?”
Gu Chen licked the bloodstain at his mouth corner, locking onto that pathetic back.
“Didn’t you want me to play a few rounds with you earlier? Young Master Gu? How come, it’s just starting and you can’t handle it?”
Before the words finished, the mountain-opening knife in Gu Chen’s hand had already flown out.
Whoosh!
The blade tore the air, whistling sharply, grazing past Gu Mingzhe’s scalp—fiercely embedding into the door frame ahead of him.
The knife tail buzzed and trembled.
Gu Mingzhe’s legs went weak, directly slumping to the ground.
Before he could crawl up, a bare foot, smeared with dust and blood, had already stepped on his chest.
Gu Chen leaned down slightly, the black velvet dress neckline drooping—revealing a dazzling expanse of snow-white, and that bottomless cleavage.
Beautiful.
Extreme beauty.
But in Gu Mingzhe’s eyes, this was the Grim Reaper.
“Gu… Gu…”
Gu Mingzhe’s teeth chattered, looking at this face inches away—that soul-deep familiar fear made his sphincter give way instantly.
A stench of urine spread.
“So dirty.”
Gu Chen frowned in disgust, his foot exerting slight force.
“Ah!” Gu Mingzhe screamed, his chest bones emitting an overwhelmed cracking sound.
“Where did that fake seal come from?” Gu Chen asked.
“Stole… stole it! Really stole it from the study!” Gu Mingzhe wailed, snot and tears flowing.
“I just wanted to use it to scam that bitch Su Rou’s money! I didn’t know! I didn’t know it was fake!”
“Who told you to steal it?”
“Second Master! It was Second Master Qin!”
To survive, Gu Mingzhe spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube.
“Qin Mu said as long as we get the seal, we can access Gu Chen’s left-behind hundred-billion black material vault through the bank… As long as Su Rou buys it, we’ll say it’s evidence of Gu Chen’s pre-death bribery, dragging the Su family down with it too…”