"Boss Hu, do you think this young man has some kind of mysterious background?" That woman didn't seem ordinary; the very fact that she knew so much about Chen Hu suggested she was no simple person.

Chen Hu didn't speak, merely tapped his forehead lightly, and said, "Anyone capable of making Snake Ghost die so miserably surely isn't some run-of-the-mill character. If I'm guessing correctly, he'll be coming for me tonight."

"Oh ho? How interesting?" The woman showed a flicker of surprise.

"Oh, right, Boss Hu!" A subordinate holding files suddenly spoke up.

"Hmm? What is it?" Chen Hu looked over, puzzled.

"During Snake Ghost's operation last night, he shot someone!" the subordinate said, his expression thoughtful.

"Who?" Chen Hu asked.

"That person is likely Li Yang's granddaughter."

"What?" Hearing the subordinate’s words, Chen Hu shot to his feet in astonishment. He seemed deeply wary of the name Li Yang. "This time it's trouble, and big trouble at that!"

"Boss Hu, what kind of trouble?" The woman beside him adjusted her slightly disheveled dress, sweeping a seductive glance over the nearby subordinates, who were practically drooling. If this woman hadn't belonged to Chen Hu, these underlings would have pounced long ago. Her plunging cleavage and the tantalizing glimpse of leg in her slit cheongsam were enough to make one’s blood boil.

Chen Hu seemed to notice something, let out a cold snort, and immediately said, "You all go out first!"

"Yes, Boss Hu!" The subordinates quickly filed out upon hearing the command.

The woman laughed with charming abandon, "Hee hee, Boss Hu, are you jealous?"

"I'll tell you this: you're just a female dog on a leash to me. Do you think you're worth my jealousy?" Chen Hu grinned maliciously, pinching the woman's chin with utter disdain.

The woman's expression shifted instantly, but she recovered quickly, smiling, "Boss Hu, don't hurt me, hmm!"

"Need a heavier touch, you slut!" Chen Hu smirked wickedly, his powerful frame tensing, and immediately increased the pressure of the hand placed between her legs, his face contorted in a lewd smile as he spoke.

"Mmm, Boss Hu, tell me, then... what kind of person is that Li Yang? Why do you say he's big trouble?" The woman writhed, pressing her soft body against Chen Hu, her face flushed crimson as she breathlessly inquired.

"Hmph, you're that eager to know? I'll tell you this: if you think you can seduce him, forget it. That guy is utterly useless in that department; he simply doesn't care about women!" Chen Hu unfastened his own restraints and lowered his head to kiss her.

"Oho, Boss Hu, you still haven't told me who he is, hmm-hmm..." The woman seemed close to losing control. She threw her arms around Chen Hu's neck and then agilely hopped onto his lap. Guiding him slightly, she instantly felt a surge of pleasure: "Mmm!"

"Mmm-hmm, Li Yang is one of the three great syndicate leaders of City A, the head of the Ice Mirror Society. Do you think he's big trouble now?" Even with Chen Hu's immense strength, he seemed unable to withstand the stimulation, sinking onto the sofa as the two continued to press their bodies together, seemingly staging a very explicit performance right there.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yang Yi and his group were having lunch. Fatty Lin had already called Principal Li earlier, explaining that Li Qian was out of danger and would recover quickly with just a little rest.

"Qianqian, have you told him yet?" Liu Qingqing asked, sitting beside Li Qian's hospital bed.

"Mmm," Li Qian replied, a hint of shyness in her tone.

"And what did he say? Did he agree?" Liu Qingqing pressed.

"I don't know." The shyness on Li Qian's face vanished instantly, replaced by a softer look. "He hasn't given me a formal answer yet!"

"Why? Didn't you make everything perfectly clear to him? Why hasn't he given you a formal answer yet?" Liu Qingqing frowned slightly, showing a hint of impatience with someone's lingering hesitation.

"Qingqing, this is my relationship, I'll handle it myself. You don't need to worry, okay?" Li Qian knew Liu Qingqing was concerned about her getting hurt, but in her heart, she was willing to wait for him to sort things out before answering. After all, she didn't want to force him into liking her just because she had saved him; such a relationship would never bring happiness.

"Alright, alright, I won't mention it again. Here, let me wash you some fruit!" Liu Qingqing said quickly, looking at the deeply troubled Li Qian.

"En," Li Qian responded faintly.

"Boss, are you and Li Qian...?" At this moment, Xu Ming, who was eating, sprayed rice while asking Yang Yi.

"Yeah, Boss, I sense you two might have a secret you can't tell," Ye Xiaohou added with a mischievous smile, hooking his thumbs together in a very clear gesture.

"Damn it!" Yang Yi was rendered speechless by these two clowns.

Feng Shi, watching Yang Yi's reaction, couldn't help but smile softly. But her smile, instead of being subtle, immediately drew the attention of the two rascals, as if they had just noticed her presence.

"Uh, beautiful lady, we don't know your name yet, hee hee. Unsure of your beautiful moniker, age, measurements... uh!" Xu Ming hadn't finished before he suddenly felt a chilling sensation. He quickly looked around and, noticing Yang Yi's murderous glare, immediately clamped his mouth shut, changing tack: "Hehe, Miss, just your beautiful name will suffice."

"Hahaha, hahaha!" Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou roared with unrestrained laughter.

Feng Shi, however, merely pursed her lips into a faint smile. Her usual icy facade seemed unable to hold when she was around these people. She then spoke, "My name is Feng Shi. The Young Master gave me a name, which is Yanran!"

"Feng Shi...?" Hearing the name, a flicker of suspicion crossed Xu Ming's face for some unknown reason.

Everyone present seemed to sense something. Yang Yi, knowing what Xu Ming was thinking—since he was from the Xu family of the Southern Military Region—smiled and said, "Hehe, my Yanran is not from the Dragon Group of Huaxia; you needn't worry."

"Oh ho ho, I suppose not. Miss Feng, how old are you?" After hearing Yang Yi's explanation, Xu Ming seemed relieved and suddenly asked Feng Shi.

"Pop!" Yang Yi smacked Xu Ming squarely on the head. "Just focus on your own food. Why do you care how old the lady is? Damn it!"

"Hahaha, Third Brother, you are too funny," Ye Xiaohou laughed heartily.

Xu Ming, having been rebuffed, wisely kept quiet, though he secretly admired Yang Yi inwardly. Damn, the Boss is too sharp; two birds with one stone?

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