A sharp shout suddenly rang out, catching everyone's attention. All eyes turned towards the source of the voice.
"Mr. Liu."
"Bingqing."
Before the receptionist could speak, Wang Gebi was already tattling, "Bingqing, you'd better keep your subordinates in check. She blocked even me and didn't believe me when I told her we have an engagement."
Liu Bingqing's face was solemn as she coldly said, "Mr. Wang, please watch how you address me. Anyway, come upstairs with me first. We need to clarify some matters to avoid misunderstandings."
"Mr. Liu, I..."
Not letting the receptionist finish, Liu Bingqing gently interrupted, "It's fine. You did well. Go on back. And your medical expenses for the injuries will be covered by the company as work injury."
With that said, Liu Bingqing ignored Wang Gebi and headed straight towards the elevator. Seeing this, Wang Gebi hurriedly followed after her.
Once in the CEO's office, the secretary served them tea then left, leaving the two of them alone.
"Mr. Wang, this is my letter of resignation. I've been meaning to hand it to you for some time now but kept forgetting with everything that's happened. Since you're here today, please take it."
Liu Bingqing placed a document on the desk and spoke evenly.
Wang Gebi said angrily, "Liu Bingqing, what is the meaning of this?"
"Mr. Wang, this is my answer."
Faced with Wang Gebi's questioning, Liu Bingqing's expression remained unchanged as she continued speaking evenly.
"I know you blame me for Uncle Liu's death, but that was an accident. I didn't expect the thugs to be so vicious either. I only wanted to protect all of you."
Seeing he couldn't intimidate Liu Bingqing, Wang Gebi changed his tone to a softer, more affectionate one, "Don't say you don't blame me. That would be too fake. But I can understand the circumstances back then very well."
Not letting Wang Gebi feel happy, Liu Bingqing went on, "But I'm not dissolving our engagement because of that incident. You know I've never liked you."
"But our engagement was arranged by our elders, and you agreed back then too. Don't forget, if not for my family's help, Liu's Group would have collapsed long ago."
There was a hint of hysteria in Wang Gebi's voice. He couldn't accept his woman betraying him.
"It's true I agreed back then. But you also said you'd agree to dissolve the engagement. I've handed in my resignation now, and there's 100 billion in this card to repay you for your help back then."
Liu Bingqing pushed another card across the desk towards Wang Gebi.
Wang Gebi angrily threw the card onto the floor and tore up the resignation letter. "No, I don't agree."
The atmosphere was growing increasingly tense. Just then, a head peeked in from the door crack. "Mr. Liu, is everything alright?"
"Ye Feng, perfect timing. It's almost lunch. Let's go eat downstairs while we chat."
Ignoring Wang Gebi, Liu Bingqing strode straight towards the door.
But as she walked past Wang Gebi, a hand blocked her path.
"Liu Bingqing, don't tell me you've taken a liking to this gigolo. What's so good about him?"
"Let go." Liu Bingqing sternly admonished.
Seeing the situation, Ye Feng rubbed his head and walked in, saying, "Sir, please calm down. This isn't the place to make a scene."
"Calm down, your xxxx!"
Feeling utterly cuckolded, Wang Gebi immediately lashed out with a kick towards Ye Feng's lower body without another word.
Bang bang pow!
After a bout of punches and kicks, Wang Gebi lay bruised and beaten on the ground.
"Let's go. Call security to escort him out later."
Liu Bingqing casually looped her arm around Ye Feng's and left without a backward glance.
Leaving Wang Gebi alone on the ground, unable to get up.
"Damn you adulterers, you'll regret this!"
Hobbling back home, a disheveled Wang Gebi collapsed in bed on his back. Suddenly, the image of a woman appeared before his eyes.
She was his comrade-in-arms from his past life. They had grown up and carried out missions together. She was someone he could absolutely trust.
He wondered if she was still alive.
Full of hope, Wang Gebi logged into an account and typed out a mysterious code.
This was a secret website Xi Ying had specially set up for the two of them, for the purpose of covertly contacting each other when in danger.
In an unnamed villa in some city
A strange alarm sounded, "Beep beep beep."
Shortly after, a beautiful woman emerged from the bathroom in the midst of freshening up. But her eyes seemed to be constantly filled with tears.
"Is it you, Lan Ling? You're still alive, right?"
Forgetting her dripping wet body, the woman sat down at the computer and rapidly tapped the keyboard.
This was their private website. On top of sending messages, more importantly it allowed them to locate each other.
Soon, the woman found the address of the other end of the website.
She took out her phone and booked a flight to Jiang City departing in three days.
"Hello, is this the police station? I wish to report in real name that international hitman Xi Ying will arrive at Jiang City International Airport on flight 1024 three days from now. Yes, it's me again. Don't worry, the source is absolutely reliable."
Three days later, Xi Ying, wearing sunglasses and looking every bit a big celebrity, boarded the plane bound for Jiang City.
Filled with anticipation for Lan Ling, she murmured to herself, "Ying, I'm coming. No matter where you are, I will definitely find you."
Jiang City Airport had long been cleared out. Squads of fully armed officers and soldiers lay in ambush around the airport.
Even the passengers walking to and fro were actually undercover armed police officers, seemingly going about normal passenger activities while closely watching the incoming dangerous individual.
Xi Ying
Ranked 23rd on the international hitman leaderboard. Responsible for three assassination cases in Hua Country, with no survivors among the victims.
Upon receiving the tipoff, higher command took it very seriously and issued orders to arrest and bring her to justice at all costs.
Soon the flight arrived. Lost in thoughts of Lan Ling, a delighted Xi Ying disembarked from the plane.
But gradually her professional instincts as a top hitman made her notice something off about the airport, especially the disappearance of passengers who had been on the plane with her.
Xi Ying did not stop walking, but pretended to be in a hurry to the bathroom.
"Ready, she's noticed."
With a "bang", Xi Ying staggered, barely avoiding falling to her knees.
A heart-wrenching pain radiated from her thigh. Without looking down, she knew she had been shot in the thigh.
Struggling to find a nearby hostage, she discovered the crowds converging towards her, with dangerous auras warning her these people were highly dangerous.
"Don't move!"
Dozens of guns appeared in the hands of the disguised armed police officers surrounding Xi Ying tightly.
Soon some came up and restrained Xi Ying in handcuffs. Her entire body was searched thoroughly, down to every strand of hair.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!