Quick Transmigration: Doting on the Cannon Fodder

Pursue if you like, kill if you don't.

She was tricked into coming here to complete missions, while it was deceived into choosing a host that wanted to strangle it anytime and anywhere, a...

I would die for you

The bodyguard who came in to check found the note, picked it up, and handed it to Han Xiao.

Upon opening it, one is greeted by arrogant and forceful handwriting.

There's an assassin, be careful.

He crumpled the paper tightly in his hand, his eyes turning cold. "Transfer to another hospital immediately."

Whether it's true or not, he has to believe it.

Han Feng, who arrived at the scene, immediately arranged for a transfer to another hospital.

...

Dou Shiliu threw away the paper and squatted in a small corner, watching Han Xiao's people escort him away.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then said to the system with a pained expression, "System, I hope the next cannon fodder character won't be so powerful. I'll protect him."

This is so troublesome!

Bai Tuan silently replied, "That's not up to me; it's all a task managed by the main system."

Sigh, the humble online protector of the cannon fodder...

These assassinations were all carried out by the forces behind Haley Johnson.

On the conference table

A man with a scar on his face received a notification from an assassin; Han Xiao had escaped.

He frowned, turned to the foreigner on the leather sofa, and said, "Boss, do you need us to arrange someone?"

Helio, sitting on the sofa, took a puff of his cigar, the smoke obscuring his expression from Scarface's view.

Helio flicked away the cigarette ash and said hoarsely, "Let's do it again next time. This time, I'm afraid we'll alert the people behind the Han family."

It's not over yet, how can we let the pieces cause trouble?

Han Xiao rested for a long time this time, during which Dou Shiliu observed him through the system.

Even while hospitalized, Han Xiao continued working. He had a huge amount of data to process, signing documents and holding video conferences every day, as well as dealing with contracts from the Han family. He didn't get a break.

Ha, so long, and I haven't even asked her a single question.

Dou Shiliu, sitting in the library, angrily slammed his book down, making a loud noise that seemed particularly loud in the quiet library, drawing curious glances from those around him.

She coughed awkwardly a few times.

"Ahem, sorry, sorry."