What a fine scheme to kill two birds with one stone.
Qin Mu, that old dog—his abacus was clacking loudly.
Bang!
A gunshot.
Gu Mingzhe bloomed between the brows, dying with eyes wide open.
It wasn’t Gu Chen who did it.
Gu Chen turned his head.
Qin Hongyi strode over, gun muzzle smoking.
“Too much nonsense.”
Qin Hongyi walked to Gu Chen’s side, kicking Gu Mingzhe’s corpse away with one foot, her gaze indifferent.
“This kind of trash—keeping him around is just wasting air.”
The whole venue was silent.
Corpses littered the ground, with only this pair of man and woman, this pair of crazies, standing in the center.
Gu Chen looked at the corpse, then at Qin Hongyi.
At this moment, Qin Hongyi’s suit was damaged, her face wounded—the murderous aura from killing her way out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood made her look sexy like no other.
“President Qin, kill-stealing isn’t a good habit. It’s easy to end up with no friends.”
Gu Chen pursed his lips, lifting that hand which had just grabbed a skull—now covered in blood and gore.
He didn’t look for a tissue.
Instead, he very naturally extended his hand toward Qin Hongyi.
On the lapel of Qin Hongyi’s six-figure custom suit, he leisurely wiped the bloodstains from his hand until it was spotless.
Once, twice.
The movements were frivolous.
Qin Hongyi didn’t dodge.
She lowered her head, looking at Gu Chen’s hand, feeling the temperature transmitted through the fabric from those fingers—her throat bobbed slightly.
“Be quicker next time.”
Gu Chen wiped his hand clean, disdainfully shaking off the dust—his vertical pupils in his eyes slowly faded, restoring to human black—his tone infuriating.
“That sniper earlier—you fired 0.1 seconds slow. If I hadn’t dodged fast, this face that cost three billion to fix would’ve been scrapped. Don’t come crying for a refund then—no returns or exchanges.”
Qin Hongyi laughed in anger.
She grabbed the hand Gu Chen had just used to wipe blood, yanking it fiercely into her embrace.
The two collided.
Nose tip to nose tip.
“0.1 seconds?”
Qin Hongyi’s gaze was deep, her thumb dominantly rubbing Gu Chen’s wrist pulse—there it throbbed powerfully, displaying this body’s current excitement.
“Gu Qingcheng, you should be glad I was 0.1 seconds slow.”
She leaned close to Gu Chen’s ear, her voice carrying lingering killing intent and a certain desire.
“Otherwise, how would you have the chance to act like a wild cat in heat, courting me through killing in front of me?”
Gu Chen’s body stiffened.
Courting?
Screw your courting!
“This is called tactical synergy—understand?”
Gu Chen gnashed his teeth, trying to pull his hand back, but found that although his body’s energy was full, that sense of attachment to Qin Hongyi hadn’t receded.
As long as he was close to this woman, every cell in his body was cheering and leaping—like an addict seeing premium goods.
So damn lowly.
Meanwhile.
Night Color monitoring room.
Ghost Hand was hunched over the screen, the data pad in his hand nearly crushed—his face full of that auntie smile from shipping a CP hard.
On the screen were two wildly fluctuating biological curves.
One was red, representing Qin Hongyi—sharp peaks of anger and killing intent.
One was purple, representing Gu Chen—originally a chaotic line on the verge of collapse, yet at the moment of the red line’s highest peak, it miraculously synced, turning into perfect resonance.
“Perfect, too perfect.”
Ghost Hand’s eyes gleamed, murmuring to himself.
“Biological magnetic field entanglement! This isn’t simple sedative effect—it’s bidirectional energy supply!”
“If that old immortal from the Gu family knew back then that the Eden key was in his archenemy’s hands, he’d probably climb out of his grave overnight to change his will.”
Ghost Hand quickly typed a line of notes on the keyboard.
Test Subject 001 Observation Log: Confirmed establishment of deep biological link with host Qin Hongyi.
At this time, if physical-level dual cultivation were performed… no, no—even just fluid exchange could produce nuclear fusion-level energy reaction.
“Hehehe…”
Ghost Hand let out a perverted weird laugh, just pressing the enter key.
At that moment, in the monitoring footage, that demon in the black long dress suddenly looked up.
Through the surveillance camera.
Gu Chen’s eyes, just restored to black, accurately locked onto the lens.
He extended his hand, making a throat-slitting gesture at his neck.
Ghost Hand shuddered all over, nearly falling off his chair.
“This monster—he knows I’m watching!”
Auction hall.
Gu Chen retracted his gaze, kicking away the shell casings at his feet.
“Let’s go.”
He counter-gripped Qin Hongyi’s hand—this time not by force, but taking the initiative to hold it.
“Since Gu Mingzhe is dead, the clue to the real seal has been cut off. But…”
Gu Chen bent down, fishing a bloodied phone from Gu Mingzhe’s pocket.
Facial unlock.
“As long as the phone’s here, I can dig out the bank interface behind him.”
Gu Chen shook the phone, a shrewd light flashing in his eyes.
“President Qin, tonight’s midnight snack is settled. You say, should we start checking from the Su family, or directly burn down your second uncle’s manor?”
Qin Hongyi looked at his eager-for-chaos appearance—the inexplicable restlessness in her heart finally calmed a bit.
“Back upstairs first.”
Qin Hongyi counter-gripped his wrist, pulling him outward.
“The bloody smell on you is too strong—it’s making me want to puke. And…”
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Gu Chen’s bare feet and the faintly visible thigh under the high-slit skirt hem.
“For fights from now on, wear pants.”
“Why?”
Gu Chen raised an eyebrow. “President Qin afraid I’ll flash?”
“I’m afraid you’ll flirt your legs off.” Qin Hongyi snorted coldly. “Su Rou is still waiting outside—you going out like this, want to give her a heart attack on the spot?”
Mentioning Su Rou.
The light in Gu Chen’s eyes dimmed for an instant.
“She didn’t leave?”
“Not only didn’t leave, but brought the Su family’s enforcement team.”
Qin Hongyi pushed open the door, night wind rushing in.
“Gu Chen, your little childhood sweetheart seems dead set on saving this substitute of yours from the fire pit.”
Outside the door.
Several black sedans emblazoned with the Su family crest blocked the intersection.
Su Rou stood in front of the headlights, tightly clutching a fragment of the fake seal Gu Chen had thrown out earlier—her gaze stubborn to the point of heartache.
Seeing Qin Hongyi leading Gu Chen out, that intimate posture stung her eyes.
Su Rou took a deep breath, striding forward.
“Qin Hongyi!”
Su Rou’s voice trembled, but she no longer backed down.
“Hand him over to me. No matter how much money you want, the Su family will give it! But he—can’t stay in your hands becoming a killing tool! His face shouldn’t be stained with this filth!”
Gu Chen looked at Su Rou.
Silly girl.
The real seal’s clue is already broken—you’re holding a piece of broken plastic now, negotiating with a just-fed evil wolf?
And the one you’re saving is just a substitute—the real Gu Chen…
Gu Chen felt Qin Hongyi’s grip on his hand tighten fiercely.
A sour jealousy transmitted through the palm once more.
Here it comes again.
Gu Chen sighed inwardly.
Looks like tonight, he had to act out another slag woman scene to force this silly girl away.
“Miss Su.”
Gu Chen was just about to open his mouth and be bitchy.
But Qin Hongyi suddenly released his hand.
“Fine.”
Qin Hongyi crossed her arms, looking at Su Rou with a half-smile, then at Gu Chen.
“You want to save him, right? Sure.”
Qin Hongyi drew a spare dagger from her waist, clanging it down between the two.
“I’m not keeping this canary anymore.”
Qin Hongyi pointed at Gu Chen, her gaze cruel.
“But he’s killed my people, ruined my business. Su Rou, you want to take him away? Fine—have him stab himself three times, and I’ll let him go. Three stabs, six holes—life or death doesn’t matter.”
Gu Chen’s pupils contracted slightly.
This crazy woman—playing for real?
Su Rou looked at the knife on the ground, then at Gu Chen’s cold eyes.
Without any hesitation.
Thud.
Su Rou directly knelt on the ground, grabbing that sharp dagger in one hand—the tip aimed at her own thigh.
“Is it just three stabs?”
Su Rou looked up, eyes brimming with tears, yet utterly resolute.
“He’s a substitute—he doesn’t owe you. I’m the Su family’s young miss—these three stabs, I’ll take them for him!”
Rainy night, pouring rain—the wind carried a nauseating bloody smell.
For a substitute who merely looked like Gu Chen, this silly girl really planned to stab herself into a sieve.
Su Rou gritted her teeth, her wrist exerting force fiercely—the knife tip heading straight for her thigh artery.
If this stab went down, forget three stabs and six holes—the first one could make her blood splatter on the spot, sending her straight to ICU.
Qin Hongyi crossed her arms, watching coldly—her lips curled in a cruel smile.
She was waiting for the moment blood spurted—the highlight she most anticipated for tonight’s encore.
At the critical moment.
Bang!
Not the expected muffled sound of blade entering flesh, only the crisp clang of metal striking bone.
A black afterimage tore through the rain curtain.
Gu Chen braced on one foot—the tip of that broken high heel, like a bullet, precisely kicked Su Rou’s wrist.
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