Chapter 104 Inviting the Enemy into the Trap

When Xin Que was brought to Han Wei's door, the hands of the clock were pointing exactly to nine o'clock.

Han Wei didn't get any useful promises from Jin Doucai, only an ambiguous "I'll think about it."

This only amplified Han Wei's unease.

Kim Doo-jae's attitude undoubtedly reflects Victoria's attitude. If Kim Doo-jae refuses to clearly stand on his side, it can only mean that Victoria truly wants to see them fight to the death.

“Miss Xin,” Han Wei said, his expression unchanged, still maintaining his gentle and refined demeanor. He gestured to Secretary Wen to invite Xin Que to sit down. “Sit.”

Xin Que didn't say anything, and just like when she was facing Han Wei in the church, she bowed and sat down.

"My visit so late at night is rather abrupt..." Han Wei smiled gently, "I hope Miss Xin will understand."

"However, this time, Mr. Han brought an important invitation for cooperation..."

Xin Que took the hot tea handed to her by Secretary Wen and put it aside. "What do you mean?"

“Miss Xin, as long as you can persuade Mr. Jin to place his bets on me, whatever he wants, whatever position he wants to be in… I will gladly offer it to you.”

Xin Que's fingertips tapped casually on the table next to the teacup.

Han Wei could no longer sit still.

Unfortunately, he was too young and tried to play the game of alliances and counter-alliances, unaware that this urgent situation was a trap set for him by the Victoria Company.

“I’m just a nobody, I don’t ask for much,” Xin Que pondered for a moment before laughing, her eyes revealing nothing but a desire to survive. “My biggest request is simply to be able to live a peaceful life with my assets after leaving the cruise ship…”

"But since you've been so sincere, I really need to think about it carefully."

Xin Que's expression revealed a hint of greed, as if she wanted to rise to the top in one step. "Mr. Han, what I want is..."

Han Wei's alarm blared loudly.

Is this woman trying to hook up with him?

"A high-ranking position in the Cult of Immortality," Xin Que slowly began, "can you offer me that too?"

Han Wei subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I know my own limitations and have no designs on you," Xin Que said, her face revealing a genuine thirst for power. "But since I'm making plans for myself, I naturally need to consider the long term."

"The people you sent can protect me for a while, but not forever. It would be better for me to hide in the territory of the Eternal Life Cult for the rest of my life. That way, the Eternal Life Cult and other blind people who want to take revenge on me will have something to think twice about."

Han Wei pinched the bridge of his nose, his mind racing.

This person has some vision; although greedy, he knows his limits.

"Deal." Han Weichong extended his hand to Xin Que.

Xin Que smiled genuinely this time. "Since I'm about to join the religion, Mr. Han, would you mind explaining the Eternal Life Religion to this complete novice?"

Han Wei glanced at Ji Mingchuan standing next to Xin Que, then quickly looked away. "Okay, let's go to the church?"

Xin Que shook her head. "Let's go to a bar. We can also have a good talk with Mr. Han about how to persuade Boss Jin to change his mind."

Han Wei, who was about to refuse, hesitated for a moment when he heard the second half of the sentence.

A moment later, Xin Que's light voice reached his ears, "There's nothing to hide. Mr. Han will still be accompanied by trustworthy bodyguards as usual."

"Okay." Han Wei nodded.

...

When Han Wei led dozens of mercenaries and Xin Que, who only brought Ji Mingchuan, into the bar, the customers in the lobby were still chatting and laughing about their own topics.

Nobody paid any attention to them.

Han Wei wondered if it was just his imagination, but there seemed to be quite a few unfamiliar faces in the bar.

I don't remember much about it...

Ji Mingchuan opened the door to the private room for them. It was either Xin Que's quirky sense of humor or the same private room where the two had met last time.

“Miss Xin,” Han Wei gestured politely, “please?”

Xin Que strolled into the dimly lit private room.

Just as Han Wei was about to step into the private room, he keenly noticed that Xin Que, who was standing inside, was acting strangely.

Xin Que slowly cocked her pistol with her back to him, then turned around and looked at Han Wei.

Just as the men around Han Wei were about to draw their guns and aim them at Xin Que, Ji Mingchuan's gun was already pointed at Han Wei's temple.

The situation instantly became tense.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Han Wei's forehead.

"What does Miss Xin mean by this?" he asked, forcing himself to remain calm.

“It’s nothing,” Xin Que shrugged. “Just following orders.”

Han Wei's expression froze.

"Don't make any rash moves!" he coldly shouted, deterring the mercenaries who tried to rush up to rescue him.

Ji Mingchuan was too close to him; what if things went wrong...?

Han Wei slowly raised his hand, indicating that he would not resist.

Ji Mingchuan raised his foot and moved closer to him.

Driven by his will to survive, no matter how much Han Wei planned, he was forced to take a step back by the approaching gun barrel.

Once you take a step back, the second and third steps will naturally follow.

Upon realizing that Ji Mingchuan was only slowly forcing him to leave the corridor, Han Wei immediately understood.

He was making room for Xin Que to leave the private room.

He winked at his secretary, Wen, who was standing next to him.

Secretary Wen immediately understood.

Once Xin Que comes out, take advantage of Ji Mingchuan's distraction...

The band the bar had hired to create a lively atmosphere was still playing on the stage in the center of the lobby.

The gentle and elegant sounds of instrumental music lingered in the ears of many guests.

The music in Han Wei's ears gradually became clearer.

He looked toward the entrance to the corridor not far away; they had already retreated into the hall.

Xin Que stepped out from behind Ji Mingchuan. Just when Han Wei thought the moment of life-or-death struggle was imminent, the woman's hand holding the gun moved.

"Bang." After a gunshot, Han Wei was shocked by the blood splattered in front of him, and his eyes widened.

Secretary Wen fell face up onto the thick Persian carpet.

The bullet hole in the center of his forehead was shocking.

The mercenaries who were standing guard not far from Han Wei immediately pointed their guns at Xin Que and Ji Mingchuan.

"Bang."

Another gunshot rang out.

The mercenary fell heavily onto the carpet, his eyes wide open, dying with his gaze unfulfilled.

The gun barrels held by the guests sitting at the island counter were particularly conspicuous.

Han Wei looked toward the guest following the sound of the gunshot.

The man held a wine glass in one hand and a gun in the other. When he saw Han Wei turn to look at him, he gave him a cold smile.

"Let's do it."

Almost simultaneously, all the patrons in the bar put down their glasses and stood up.

Han Wei finally realized what was happening.

They fell for the trap...

We've fallen for their trap!

The bartender seemed oblivious, continuing to routinely wash the empty glasses left by the customers.

The band is still playing.

Amidst the gunshots and death, the rhythm of the music remained completely unaffected.

Even if the blood splattered in the air has oxidized and changed color.

Even though the haphazardly laid-out corpses had obscured the intricate and ornate patterns on the Persian carpet.

Xin Que stepped over the corpse and slowly walked towards Han Wei, who was being protected by bodyguards.

The surviving mercenaries nearby were still trying to change the empty magazines and continue to pull the trigger at Xin Que.

Without looking to the side, Xin Que raised his hand holding the pistol, and after a shot rang out, Xin Que did not stop. The mercenary, clutching his gun and magazine, fell onto the corpse in front of him.

"You..." Han Wei was already backed into a corner, with nowhere to retreat. "You're playing me?"

His pupils dilated when he saw the dark patterned shirt tied around the neck of one of the guests who was carrying a gun.

Xin Que sighed, "Mr. Han, the problem is... that your offer was too low."