"What did you say?"
"Two people, two guns, and you let Ye Zhiwei escape with them having the element of surprise?"
At the headquarters of the Glorious Group.
In Mo Ling's office.
Li Bingqing glared fiercely at Zhou Yuan, who stood before her with his face in his hands, so enraged she nearly passed out.
"Useless trash, what use are you to me?"
Even with her excellent composure, she couldn't help but curse.
"Sister Bingqing, this really isn't my fault."
"Who could have predicted that Song Qiao would show up out of nowhere, and that this guy could actually dodge bullets?"
"My subordinate and I each fired two shots, and in the end, both of them were rescued."
Zhou Yuan clutched his swollen cheek, feeling unspeakably wronged.
"Excuses!"
Li Bingqing slammed the table, almost unable to resist slapping Zhou Yuan again.
"Sister Bingqing, please don't be angry. Song Qiao has true qi within him, and combined with sharp senses, dodging bullets isn't impossible."
Mo Ling patted her forehead and consoled them helplessly.
"It's that troublemaker Song Qiao again!"
"He's ruined my plans time and time again."
Li Bingqing gritted her teeth in anger, looking like she was about to completely lose control.
"Just you wait, one day I'll tear him to pieces."
"Alas, with the assassination of Ye Zhiwei having failed, the other party will surely heighten their vigilance from now on."
"It will be much harder to plan such an assassination again."
Mo Ling sighed helplessly from the side and glared at Zhou Yuan.
"Did you complete the follow-up tasks I assigned you as planned?"
"Yes, I went to Ye Zhiwei's company as you requested. This injury on my face was inflicted by Song Qiao."
Zhou Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pointed to his swollen, pig-like cheek.
"Good, very good."
"You may be useless, but at least you're obedient."
Mo Ling nodded with satisfaction.
"Then, tonight I..."
Zhou Yuan forced a smile, looking subserviently at Mo Ling.
Mo Ling rolled her eyes at him and took an identification card from her pocket, tossing it to him.
"Here, this is your ID. Stay in the security department and don't cause any trouble."
With that, she waved him away and he left the office.
Zhou Yuan felt as if he had been granted a great pardon, and retreated with profuse thanks.
Though he felt indignant, he dared not show any dissent.
Once upon a time, when the Zhou family was glorious, the three of them were in a cooperative relationship.
However, after the Zhou family was crippled by the Ye family, he had become their subordinate.
They bossed him around as if he were a dog.
"Sister Bingqing, have the funds been prepared?"
"Now we just wait for the security department to investigate, and then we will immediately suppress Blue Sea Group."
After Zhou Yuan left, Mo Ling asked Li Bingqing.
"Everything is ready. The Li family has recently secured a considerable investment, which will surely be enough for that bitch Ye Zhiwei to drink from."
Li Bingqing proudly led Mo Ling to the computer and logged into her stock account.
However, the next moment.
She froze.
"What's going on? Ye Zhiwei has injected another twenty billion US dollars into Blue Sea?"
"Where did she get so much money?"
As she was questioning this, Ye Zhiwei used those twenty billion US dollars to suppress her stock market.
Suddenly, Li Bingqing felt as if she had a thorn in her back and trembled with fear.
"This lunatic. What is she trying to do?"
Both of them, who had been so confident in their plan, turned pale as they saw this.
They hadn't expected Ye Zhiwei to move faster than them.
Now, their entire plan was in a passive state.
...
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Zhou Yuan lounged with his legs crossed, a beer in hand, watching television with a smug expression.
"Hmph, still want revenge, huh? Come find me at the security department if you dare."
He hummed a tune, completely unafraid of Song Qiao finding him.
This place could be considered one of the safest in China.
There were at least a hundred heavily armed guards here. It would be wishful thinking for Song Qiao to find him here for revenge.
However, he was unaware.
Meng Cheng had told Song Qiao everything about his situation.
His current location was even less safe than his own villa.
"Hmph, the dog is quite comfortable."
Song Qiao sneered as he watched the surveillance feed.
"Hundreds of guards, treating the security department like their own backyard."
He cursed inwardly and quietly put away his identification card.
He took out a mask from his issued night-vision suit and put it on.
"Using my instructor's identity to deal with you would be overkill."
"Today, I want to see just how secure this security department really is."
Song Qiao sneered, and with a flick of his body, he slipped into the security department building like a ghost.
The guards on patrol outside didn't even feel a ripple.
Entering without revealing his identity carried some risk, but it allowed him to use more unscrupulous methods against Zhou Yuan.
"Sigh, time for a bath and bed."
"Tonight, even if Song Qiao, that bastard, dies of anxiety, he probably won't imagine I've hidden here."
Zhou Yuan gleefully turned off the television and muttered to himself.
His guard was completely down.
"Yo, our Mr. Zhou is quite relaxed."
"I'm truly honored that you're still thinking of me at this time."
Just then.
A black figure flashed by the window.
Song Qiao instantly appeared before him.
Before Zhou Yuan could react, Song Qiao moved again, grabbed him by the collar,
Then kicked him to the ground and stomped on his face...
"Song Qiao!"
"How could it be you?"