The lazy sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 16th floor, illuminating Li Jiaxin's pale, pretty face.
She staggered slightly as she retreated to the cold glass curtain wall, her dark blue lace dress glistening with the afterglow of gold.
She watched as Liang Kun put on his shirt, leisurely sat down on a leather sofa, took the cigar handed to him by one of the henchmen, and cut off one end of the cigar with pliers.
Light the fire, ignite it, and smoke billows out.
Young Kun comfortably inhaled and exhaled a few puffs of his cigar, not in a hurry to force the stunning beauty from Hong Kong in front of him.
He's not in a hurry; he has plenty of time.
In his territory, he didn't believe anyone could escape his grasp.
Two teardrops, filled with grievance, slid down Li Jiaxin's cheeks, flashing by in the light streaming through the window...
Liang Kun smiled dismissively, a playful smirk playing on his lips.
So what if she's the most beautiful Miss Hong Kong? She's still completely under my thumb.
With a smug grin, Liang Kun flicked the cigar between his fingers, sending out a wisp of dark red sparks that landed on the Persian carpet on the floor, burning several blackened holes.
"Miss Li, do you really think you're some kind of phoenix girl?" Liang Kun grinned, revealing a mouthful of burnt teeth, and stood up leisurely.
A pair of dark brown crocodile leather shoes crunched over the soot on the carpet.
"Do you think Licheng is your home? You can come and go as you please?"
With a cigar between his fingers, Liang Kun slowly walked to the French windows. He disdainfully blew a puff of smoke into Li Jiaxin's face, causing the beautiful woman to cough.
The gang leaders and henchmen behind him burst into unrestrained laughter.
Facing the pitiful beauty, Liang Kun intentionally or unintentionally revealed the bulge in the waistband of his suit trousers, with the outline of a gray-black gun faintly visible.
"No...no, I...I just don't want to act anymore."
Li Jiaxin turned pale; she knew that given the situation today, it was unlikely to end well.
"Kun... Boss Kun, I don't have the money right now, but... but I will definitely pay you back in the future..."
Handsome Kun smiled:
"Miss Li, how are you going to pay this back? That's two hundred million! Are you... selling yourself? Hahaha..."
"Since you're so keen on selling yourself, why not sell yourself to my Dongsheng Gang?"
"Hahaha... Stop struggling. You're not leaving this room today without two hundred million!"
Li Jiaxin's face turned even paler, and large tears fell like pearls.
"Oh dear, why are you crying? Don't cry, sweetie. Such a beautiful woman won't look good if you cry and ruin your makeup."
Liang Kun waved cheerfully: "Old Ghost Tan."
"Yes, Boss Kun! What are your orders?" Old Ghost Tan wiggled his fat waist and scurried forward.
"Go, go draft a breach of contract worth 200 million yuan and have our beautiful Li sign it."
"Yes, boss!"
Old Tan bowed and scraped, then quickly turned and left.
Li Jiaxin, standing by the window, closed her eyes in despair. Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the carpet.
A sudden gust of wind swept past the floor-to-ceiling window, shattering the light and shadows on the ground through the thick glass.
In the distance, the Causeway Bay market was bustling with people.
Police cars with sirens blaring sped towards East Point Shopping Mall...
Beneath Li Jiaxin's fair earlobes, a pair of pearl earrings trembled in the sunlight. She smelled a burnt odor coming from the ends of her hair—it was Liang Kun who had just burned a strand of her hair with a cigar butt.
"Brother Kun... Boss Kun, please, I..." Her trembling voice was shattered by the wailing sirens outside the glass curtain wall.
"It's fucking noisy!" Handsome Kun raised his hand, brought the cigarette butt close to the woman's eyes, and flicked the ash.
"ah!"
Sparks flew everywhere, nearly injuring her eyeball.
Li Jiaxin quickly closed her eyes and instinctively took a few steps back.
"Hmph! Who do you think you are? Don't think you can fool me just because you're good-looking!"
Liang Kun withdrew his right hand, which was holding a cigar, and said coldly:
“Li Jiaxin, listen to me carefully. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, you still have to give me these two hundred million.”
"Bang!"
Just then, a strange noise suddenly came from the wooden door outside the lounge.
It didn't sound like knocking, but rather some kind of low-frequency vibration, like the buzzing of giant logs striking each other.
The tattoo on the back of Liang Kun's neck twitched involuntarily.
He tossed aside the half-smoked cigar in his hand, quickly drew his "Big Black Star" pistol from his waist, and pointed the muzzle at the tightly closed wooden door.
"who?!"
The unexpected incident startled everyone.
The gang members beside Liang Kun immediately drew their weapons and stared nervously at the wooden door in front of them.
Recently, Hong Kong and Macau have been turbulent and fraught with crises.
These days, which gangster doesn't carry a few extra weapons for self-defense?
The dark brown wooden door remained silent for a moment.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Under the watchful eyes of nearly ten pairs of people, the wooden door strangely began to rattle again.
Liang Kun's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and his eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.
"What the hell?" Ah Biao, the bodyguard, gripped a black pistol, beads of sweat sliding down his temples and into his shirt collar.
The creaking of the wooden door lasted for several seconds, as if the entire building was experiencing an earthquake.
At that moment, a ghostly blue arc of electricity seeped from the crack in the wooden door, nearly blinding everyone...
"Bang!"
A dull thud, a flash of lightning, and the wooden door shattered.
Everyone retreated in shock, bullets flying everywhere...
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