The discomfort in her eyes lasted only a moment before Su Ran stepped into the room.

Su Ran wore a red dress and high heels, which made a crisp clicking sound on the smooth floor.

Upon entering the room, Su Qingjiu and the others followed behind her on the right. What came into view was an extremely luxurious place.

A man dressed in camouflage sat on the sofa, playing with a gun. After hearing the sound, he put the gun down, stood up, and looked directly at Su Ran.

The man was very handsome, with distinct features and exceptional good looks. Beneath his sword-like eyebrows were a pair of slender, almond-shaped eyes. Almond-shaped eyes are usually very alluring, but on the man's cold and indifferent face, they looked even more beautiful.

His high, straight nose and slightly upturned, perfectly proportioned red lips were incredibly alluring. The man exuded a mysterious aura, and the subtle pressure and murderous intent emanating from him hinted that this man was no ordinary person.

There's a subtle quality about him...

It exudes the aura of a king (or overlord).

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Su Ran's gaze fell on the man's face. He had the typical features of a Western man, but he wasn't exactly the same. His face looked somewhat like that of a Chinese person.

The man's gaze was indifferent. He glanced at Su Ran and then looked away. The man who had led the way earlier was now standing next to Song Shiyan.

Then Su Ran heard a deep, magnetic voice, "Sit down and let's talk?"

Su Ran didn't stand on ceremony. She took two steps forward and sat down, taking off her bag and placing it aside. Dressed in a red dress, she was stunningly beautiful, with a section of her snow-white calf slightly exposed, almost transparent under the light.

The man's gaze lingered on the woman's face. He paused for a moment, stunned by her stunning features, before sitting down as well. He casually leaned back on the sofa, his long legs relaxed, and settled into the most comfortable position.

The limping man who had been leading the way was about to speak when the man who had sat down raised his hand to stop him. Under his puzzled gaze, the man slowly spoke, "What do you need?"

Su Ran did not reply. She simply took the prepared list from Qingjiu's hand, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward the man sitting opposite her.

The man slightly raised his hand, and his subordinate standing beside him picked up the form and respectfully handed it to him. After reading it, the man put the form down.

He looked up and met Su Ran's gaze. "These things aren't easy to get." Su Ran didn't speak, and then the man's voice rang out again, "But if the money is right, I can have someone prepare these things."

Su Ran smiled. She wanted a lot of things, and they were quite varied, something that ordinary arms dealers couldn't handle. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied with the money."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression was nonchalant, but the slight upturn of his lips indicated that he was in a good mood. "I'll await good news."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Su Ran had no intention of lingering any longer. She stood up, nodded slightly, and said, "It's been a pleasure working with you."

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

Su Ran picked up her bag and stood up. The man who had been sitting still suddenly stood up.

The person standing beside Su Ran remained silent, observing the man's movements.

Su Ran watched the man walk towards her without saying a word, simply observing his movements.

The person next to him had already reached his lower back, remaining constantly vigilant.

At this moment, tensions were running high between the two sides.

The people on the other side didn't know what was going on with their leader either, but they all reached for their weapons.

Even after the man stopped, he showed no signs of anything unusual.

Su Ran frowned. She only realized how tall she was when the man got close to her. Wearing high heels, she had to tilt her head back slightly, and the soreness in her neck made her very uncomfortable.

He took a few steps back, stopping at a suitable distance, and nodded slightly.

The man was also amused by her little gestures, such a contrasting action on a face that was extremely aggressive.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and he spoke first, "Shall we get to know each other?"

Su Ran looked at the man's outstretched hand; his fingers were slender yet strong. These hands and his face suited her quite well, but she didn't know anything else...

She scrutinized him without any attempt to hide her gaze, and the man didn't react at all, simply standing there letting her look him over.

Su Ran reached out and touched him. The man's fingertips were slightly warm, while her fingertips were slightly cool. She saw the man's body stiffen for a moment, then the corners of his lips turned up. "Su Ran."

The man froze for a moment, then immediately reacted, looking down at the clasped hands, his voice deep and very sexy, "Song Shiyan."

Hearing the man speak fluent and clear Mandarin, I couldn't help but ask, "A Chinese?"

"Two bloodlines: European, American, and Chinese."

Su Ran smiled but didn't say anything. She withdrew her hand, and Song Shiyan felt the coolness in his hand dissipate, and the bony, soft touch between his fingertips was gone.

Seeing the person withdraw their hand, I felt a pang of regret. If only that hand could have remained mine forever.

Su Ran's eyes were cold and clear. She noticed the fleeting regret in Song Shiyan's eyes, but she didn't think it was just ordinary regret. After all, she didn't believe that an arms dealer could be so innocent.

She couldn't be bothered to guess Song Shiyan's thoughts; their relationship was simply business.

She provides the money, he provides the goods; each gets what they need.

Song Shiyan concealed his emotions, unaware that she had seen through them all. Su Ran remained calm, took a step back, and the five people behind her carrying suitcases stepped forward, opened the suitcases, and placed them on the table.

"Mr. Song, this is the deposit."

The five boxes were filled with tempting hundred-dollar bills.

Song Shiyan paid no attention to the money in the box. The limping man next to him called three people over to take the box away.

Seeing this, Su Ran didn't stop. She looked at the limping man, but spoke to Song Shiyan, "Contact me later."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly and beckoned to the limping man, "Alarin, take Miss Song out through the main entrance."

Upon hearing this, Su Ran looked at Song Shiyan. As if sensing her presence, the man turned his head and saw Su Ran looking like she was about to kill someone. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have made Miss Su take a long detour."

Although the man said that, there was no trace of apology on his face.

Hearing his words, Su Ran knew exactly what was going on. Taking the side door would mean taking a huge detour, causing her to walk down a long, gloomy corridor.

"What a way to treat guests." She was lazy by nature, and knowing that there was an element of taking a roundabout route, she was naturally not in a good mood.

Song Shiyan smiled but didn't reply. Su Ran was glad he didn't speak, otherwise she really couldn't help but use a gun to smash his head into a honeycomb.

Not long after Alarin and his men left, they returned and stood respectfully beside Song Shiyan. Song Shiyan looked at them with amusement as they left.

Seeing this, Alarin said, "Boss, if you're interested, I'll catch him for you."