Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 743 Fugue of Beauty and Violence

Moonlight filtered silently through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains of the presidential suite, cutting a cold, silvery edge onto the dark red Persian carpet.

The white rose has awakened.

Consciousness awakens slowly before the body, like a flower petal unfolding in slow motion. What follows is a crushing, overwhelming pain and heaviness that engulfs the entire body.

She took a soft breath, and a faint, hoarse whimper escaped from deep in her throat, like that of a wounded cat. Her long eyelashes trembled, and finally she opened them.

Those eyes, usually clear and bright, were now veiled with a layer of weary, languid water, reflecting the faint moonlight through the window, appearing hazy and unfocused.

She tried to move, and her delicate brows immediately furrowed in discomfort. The velvet blankets slipped down to her waist, revealing her rounded shoulders and a large expanse of fair skin.

Her messy hair was spread out on the pillow, with a few strands clinging to her slightly damp neck and cheeks, adding to her delicate beauty.

She raised her hand, wanting to brush her hair aside, but her arm was so weak that she lost strength halfway up, leaving her slender fingers lying limply on her forehead, her wrist seemingly still aching from being tightly gripped.

She turned to the side and looked at the empty space beside her, where the scent of cedar and a faint tobacco still lingered—it was that person's scent.

This aura stirred a strange, indescribable memory deep within her body, a mixture of fear and trembling, making her curled-up body even more limp and powerless, like a tamed, wounded cat that had sheathed all its claws.

The night was still long, and the silent presidential suite bedroom felt like a magnificent cage. She lay there quietly, illuminated by the moonlight, exuding a languid charm that was both broken and breathtaking. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and heartbreakingly painful.

About ten minutes later, Bai Qiangwei faintly heard playful laughter coming from the living room. Her beautiful eyes finally regained some sparkle. Since things had come to this, she could only look forward.

Years of dark experiences on the fringes of society forged her tenacious and unyielding character. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will patiently endure and wait, even if she suffers endless humiliation. As long as she is alive, she will have a chance to fight back.

She is a renowned young, beautiful, alluring, mysterious, daring, ruthless, and wicked viper who has even baffled the Japanese police!
She sat up carefully, the blanket slipped off, and she felt a sharp pain in her conscience. She gritted her teeth, let out a long sigh, and casually ran her fingers through her hair before noticing the water glass on the bedside table.

Without hesitation, Bai Qiangwei, with her snow-white and slender arms, picked up the water glass and drank the water in large gulps.

After drinking all the water, Bai Qiangwei felt a jolt run through her entire soul.

After getting out of bed, I saw a travel bag in the corner. I went over, opened the travel bag, and found a bright red nightgown. I unfolded it and put it on.

Since he likes her youth, beauty, and allure, she should make full use of her advantages, even if it means actively seducing him, without any shame.

After putting on her brightly colored slip dress, Bai Qiangwei walked to the full-length mirror and looked at herself. A cold smile appeared on her beautiful, rosy face, which quickly turned into a faint look of resentment, making her look pitiful. She walked to the door, opened it, and left the bedroom.

"I'm hungry—"

Looking at the three women in the living room, who were feeding their consciences to the dogs on the sofa, Bai Qiangwei's pretty face blushed slightly. While cursing inwardly, she spoke up.

The next morning around eight o'clock, Bai Qiangwei, with a cool and aloof face but an incredibly rosy complexion, her hair loose yet stylish, wearing a dark gray suit and trousers, walked out of the bedroom somewhat numbly.

The suit was very fitted at the waist, which subtly created a flattering silhouette. It gave the impression of a slim waist and long legs, and the lapel collar was just the right size, revealing her fair and slender swan neck and delicate collarbone.

Her bright, sharp eyes stared at the devil who had gotten up early to teach her, filling her with knowledge and making her carry two small goals. He was only wearing shorts, showing off his truly alluring, perfect, and strong physique, sitting on the sofa with an air of superiority, fiddling with a pistol that gleamed in the sunlight.

"Kakaka-"

Wearing a retro braided hairstyle, a dark green windbreaker, black leggings, and black combat boots, Ah Ning skillfully pulled the bolt of her gun, her eyes cold yet focused as she inspected the weapon.

The two sisters, dressed in matching black tight-fitting vests that perfectly accentuated their sexy curves, each held a pistol tucked into a holster under their armpits and a sharp dagger inserted into a sheath secured horizontally to their belts at their lower backs.

"Not bad, very energetic and capable—" Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow and smiled appreciatively as he saw Bai Qiangwei walk silently to his side.

When Bai Qiangwei met Gao Dongxu's burning gaze, she couldn't help but tremble involuntarily, her pretty face blushing slightly, and she subconsciously looked away.

"Hehe." Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying to the three women, "This is just in case; we basically don't need to take action."

The three women nodded.

"Alright, I'm going to change my clothes and get ready to leave—" Gao Dongxu stood up, reaching out to touch Bai Qiangwei's rosy, fair, and delicate face as he walked into the bedroom. A Ning glanced at Bai Qiangwei, who stood silently to the side, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Bai Qiangwei was taken aback at first, but after looking up and meeting A Ning's eyes, she realized what the other was concerned about, and shook her head with a blush on her pretty face, saying, "No problem."

"Just hang in there a little longer. Once the novelty wears off, he'll stop bullying you like this," Aning said helplessly.

Bai Qiangwei's lips twitched a few times, unsure of what to say, and she began to curse Gao Dongxu in her heart again.

Around 9:30 a.m., a black Mercedes-Benz van silently pulled up on a wide street near the target hotel, like a lurking cheetah waiting for its prey to appear.

Inside the car, Gao Dongxu leaned comfortably against the leather seat, a faint smile playing on his lips. Beside him, A Ning sat upright, her eyes sharp as an eagle's, constantly scanning the surroundings outside the window.

The sisters, Ruxin and Ruqing, were busy adjusting a small listening device and wiping a tablet computer, which displayed real-time surveillance footage of several hotel exits.

Bai Qiangwei sat quietly beside Gao Dongxu. Her gaze occasionally swept across the target hotel across the street from the window, but it lingered more on Gao Dongxu and his seemingly harmless but actually ruthless female companions who could turn into murderers at any moment. Her brows held a subtle complexity and scrutiny.

Wang Jianjun, sitting in the driver's seat, was like a silent stone statue, with only the faint indicator light on his headset showing that he was maintaining communication.

"Have Annie and the others gone into the hotel?" Gao Dongxu's voice broke the silence in the car, carrying a lazy air of complete control.

“Yes, boss.” Wang Jianjun’s voice was deep and crisp.

Time ticked by, and the air inside the car seemed to freeze, with only the faint sounds of electronic devices running and breathing mingling between them.

Bai Qiangwei could feel her heartbeat was a little too loud in the quiet environment. She couldn't help but look at Gao Dongxu, but he was just leisurely playing with an incomparably white and smooth jade carving, as if everything that was about to happen was just a good show about to begin.

Around 10 o'clock, the target finally appeared.

Several black cars rudely stopped in front of the hotel. A group of burly men dressed in black with cold expressions got out of the cars first. After looking around warily, they escorted a middle-aged man in an expensive suit with an arrogant aura out of the car—it was Wei Hong, who looked haughty.

What's even more striking is that his two men are carrying two heavy black briefcases.

Gao Dongxu immediately picked up the binoculars beside him and looked carefully. After a moment, he chuckled: "No cash on hand, looks like he's planning to transfer money via computer. Careful enough, saves us trouble. Jianjun, tell Number One to capture Macau Park alive."

"Yes." Wang Jianjun didn't react any further and immediately whispered into the microphone: "Number 1, target enters, proceed according to plan, capture Macau Park alive."

"Number 1 received." A calm and confident male voice came through the earpiece.

Wei Hong and his entourage poured into the hotel lobby in a grand procession, disappearing behind the revolving doors. The waiting silence returned to the van.

Gao Dongxu put down his binoculars, tapping his knees lightly with his fingers, humming a tuneless little tune. A Ning continued to watch the target hotel intently through her binoculars, completely absorbed in the screen. Bai Qiangwei's heart pounded even harder; she knew a storm was about to break.

Sure enough, in less than half an hour.

"Bang—crash!!"

A loud bang of shattering glass suddenly came from the upper floors of the hotel, tearing apart the surrounding tranquility!
Everyone in the car reacted instantly, grabbing their small, high-powered binoculars almost simultaneously and staring at the exterior wall of the hotel building.

On the high-rise building, a figure carrying a bulging backpack was rapidly descending through a broken window using professional rappelling equipment!
It's Park from Macau! He's putting on a thrilling escape show on the vertical facade.

He stomped his feet against the wall, using the reaction force and the swinging of the rope to swing in a dangerous arc in the air, trying to avoid the fire from above.

Almost at the same time he appeared, several figures leaned out of the window he landed in and the adjacent window, each holding a powerful submachine gun!
“Da da da da da!!!”

Flames spewed as bullets rained down like a storm, striking the walls around Macau Park and sending sparks and dust flying.

Even from a distance, the sound of bullets whistling seemed to penetrate the car windows and strike everyone's eardrums.

Macau Park's body swayed and spun violently in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the strafing. His movements were incredibly agile; every step and swing was both aesthetically pleasing and deadly.

(End of this chapter)