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A few days later, at the parking lot of Longxing Building, just as Qian Ying arrived at his designated parking spot, a sudden honking sound came from his left. He turned to look in the direction of the sound and saw the window of a black Mulsanne, about ten meters away, slowly rolling down. Ruan Chengjie waved at him from inside the car, while two bodyguards quickly stepped forward in a clear protective stance. Qian Ying casually raised a hand, and the bodyguards obediently stepped back. He walked…- 208.3 K • Completed
- Bian Yiqiu hung up the phone and turned to He Xu, who was sitting across from him. “Are you saying that Qian Ying might soon surpass his father and start doing arms deals with foreign weapon merchants?” He Xu nodded, pulling out a few photos from his file. Though the clarity wasn’t great due to the angle from which they were taken, it was still clear that the man in the photo had a rugged look, different from that of a typical Eastern man. “Do you recognize this man?” Bian Yiqiu picked…
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- For three consecutive days, troublemakers came to stir up chaos at the Celebrity Club, all of them skilled fighters. The bodyguards and subordinates watching over the place were knocked out one after another, and all the valuable items in the lobby and private rooms were smashed clean. Bian Yiqiu was someone who never understood the concept of “a small tolerance can prevent great chaos.” From the moment he was born, no one taught him to exercise restraint or to retreat when facing a stronger…
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- In the end, they didn’t reach any conclusions. Bian Yiqiu stated that he was open to mutual equity holdings, but the share ratios would have to be recalculated based on the market value of both parties. He wasn’t willing to lose even the slightest advantage. Ke Mingxuan had just been moved by Bian Yiqiu’s half-teasing sigh, his heart softening for a brief moment, only to be instantly enraged. If I were to agree to an equal-value equity swap with you, I’d have to be out of my mind. Pei Siyuan…
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- Ke Mingxuan was sick, and it wasn’t just a mild case. Pei Siyuan sat across from him, wondering whether he should call his personal doctor to come check on him, or just send him straight to a psychiatric hospital for a few days. Otherwise, with how Young Master Ke was acting, all the hard work they’d put in over the past seven or eight years to build their media empire might be handed over to someone else. Pei Siyuan still couldn’t understand how President Bian from Jiu’an had managed…
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- When Bian Yiqiu arrived at his office at 11:35, the person he was supposed to meet had already been waiting for nearly two hours. Hearing movement by the door, the man who had been standing with his back to him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window turned around. Without a hint of impatience, he smiled and said, “President Bian, your office is really impressive.” “Young Master Qian, sorry to keep you waiting,” Bian Yiqiu glanced at the two tall, well-dressed foreign bodyguards standing…
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- That insane, inhumane torment dragged on until noon, leaving Ke Mingxuan on the verge of snapping. What brink him to the brink of madness, though, was how Bian Yiqiu simply got up after satisfying himself, completely turning a blind eye to the fact that he was still painfully hard. The fire burning in Young Master Ke’s chest finally exploded. In a few swift moves, he tore off the blindfold and kicked open the bathroom door. Like a feral, enraged beast, he pinned Bian Yiqiu against the wall and fucked…
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- The two of them polished off an entire bottle of Romanée-Conti as Bian Yiqiu dramatically recounted the highs and lows of his first thirty years. Most of the wine, unsurprisingly, ended up in his stomach. Though red wine wasn’t that strong, it packed a punch when it kicked in. And as for Bian Yiqiu’s drinking capacity, let’s just say it was downright pathetic. Battle power in the negatives. Ke Mingxuan tilted his head to glance at the man leaning against his chest. Bian Yiqiu, completely…
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- “How many people have you killed?” Ke Mingxuan asked him. “I don’t remember.” Bian Yiqiu narrowed his eyes, as if recalling something. “The first time I stuck a knife into someone’s body, I was only six years old. Over the years, I’ve punched, slashed, and even pressed a gun to people’s heads… tsk, I can’t even count them all.” He spoke with a faint smile at the corners of his lips, his expression relaxed, his tone light and even cheerful. There was even a hint of nostalgia…
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- All fear stems from our own imagination, especially when you feel a threat is everywhere, lurking around you, hanging over your head. This kind of fear grows infinitely. At its mildest, it might lead to something like paranoia; at its worst, it could cause a split in personality, leading to some extreme behavior. Of course, the fear born from imagination isn’t the most terrifying part. Hmm? What’s the most terrifying? Well, that’s when this fantasy becomes reality. For example, take our President…
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