New Order Plan

The door slammed to the ground with a loud bang.

A group of people stormed in aggressively.

Electric arcs instantly crackled around Xiao Tian's body, and he instinctively tried to attack, but Jiang Qingshan gently controlled him with his telekinetic power.

Sensing the resistance to his movements, Xiao Tian understood immediately and quickly suppressed his urge to fight.

Jiang Qingshan remained calm and composed as he lit one of his cigarettes and smoked it with equanimity.

Behind him, several fully armed men held rifles, their muzzles all pointed at the back of his head.

He leaned back on the sofa and squinted at Zhao Qiang.

"Damn it, what are you doing?!"

Zhao Qiang shouted angrily.

After he finished cursing, he turned to look at Director Yang in front of his desk.

The girl held up her lipstick, pursed her lips in front of the mirror, glanced up, and said with a wicked smile, "Idiot, these two are cops."

"What??"

Zhao Qiang turned around and stared at Jiang Qingshan and Xiao Tian, ​​his face turning gloomy.

Xiao Tian's heart skipped a beat.

broken.

It seems his reaction in the secret room gave him away.

That cunning and wicked woman!

Xiao Tian glanced at Director Yang, feeling both angry and deeply remorseful.

He glanced at the threat behind him out of the corner of his eye; the situation was not good.

The opposing side has a large number of people and is likely composed of capable individuals.

Even if it isn't, we don't know what kind of bullets are loaded in the gun.

If there are even a few energy crystal bombs, that would be a real problem.

What should I do?

Xiao Tian's gaze involuntarily drifted to the sofa.

Ginger...

Still smoking!

The already dull room became even more oppressive, and the atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.

The cigarette butt flickered.

Jiang Qingshan's eyes narrowed, and the bank card on the table vanished instantly.

Then he raised his right hand.

Before anyone could react, the bank card was sandwiched between his index and middle fingers.

Zhao Qiang was stunned for a moment, then noticed the unusual thing about the bank card.

The edge of the card was stained with bright red blood.

Zhao Qiang's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly raised his head, his face turning deathly pale.

Faint lines of blood appeared on the necks of all the armed men.

The group hadn't noticed anything amiss until they saw Zhao Qiang's expression.

Someone was about to turn their head to look at their companion when the blood vessel on their neck suddenly burst open, and the pain suddenly intensified.

The man tried to shout, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out, and he began to feel suffocated.

He realized with horror that his throat had been slit, and instinctively dropped his gun, pressing his hands against the gushing wound.

The others had the same reaction.

Xiao Tian's eyes widened immediately, and he quickly moved to the side to avoid getting blood on himself.

Jiang Zi, you rascal!

He made his move without saying a word!

But... that was really fast, accurate, and ruthless.

He didn't react at all.

At this point, the armed men, having lost too much blood, collapsed and died one after another.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Jiang Qingshan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a bank card twirling in his hand, turned to look at his desk.

"Things shouldn't happen more than three times."

Although Jiang Qingshan spoke lightly, his words struck Zhao Qiang and Director Yang like thunder.

Although Director Yang tried to remain calm, his hand holding the lipstick trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the top half of the lipstick fell off.

She looked down and saw that the cross-section was smooth and flat; it wasn't broken, but rather cut off.

In an instant, she was horrified, and a chill ran down her spine.

She glanced at the corpse on the ground, her face deathly pale, and said, "Manager Zhao, let's...make a deal."

Zhao Qiang was covered in cold sweat, looking like a wilted eggplant. He glanced fearfully at Jiang Qingshan, forced a smile, and stepped forward to take the bank card.

But Jiang Qingshan's fingers were clamped very tightly, and Zhao Qiang couldn't pull them out immediately.

He swallowed hard, held his breath, and asked, "Do...do you have any other questions?"

Thirty thousand.

"Yes...yes! I...I'll give you a discount of 40,000, and I'll pay the remaining 10,000 out of my own pocket!"

I wasn't talking about discounts.

Jiang Qingshan glanced at Zhao Qiang indifferently.

Zhao Qiang instantly bristled and quickly released his grip and stepped back.

"This...this..."

"My time is precious. If you say no, I'll turn around and leave."

Jiang Qingshan's lips curled slightly, revealing a cryptic smile.

Standing behind, Xiao Tian blinked, feeling that what he said sounded a bit strange.

Zhao Qiang was drenched in sweat.

Are you really going to turn around and leave?

really?

Whose head are you turning?

I have a feeling that if I don't agree, this guy will really turn my head away.

Zhao Qiang swallowed hard and cast an inquiring glance at Director Yang.

"Let's just treat this as our first time... as making friends."

Director Yang was so nervous that he stammered a little.

She knew she had met her match today, and a tough one at that.

This guy clearly saw that it was just a test, yet he still killed without hesitation...

Calm and decisive, a ruthless killer.

Now, she was certain that the other person wasn't a detective from the investigation team.

But the other party is most likely not the captain of the Trail Blazers.

Although she didn't know who this person was, she knew that she couldn't afford to offend him.

It's just one item, consider it a free gift.

It's a business with no initial investment anyway.

Zhao Qiang immediately nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, let's be friends, let's be friends!"

"My friend slots are paid."

"what?"

Thirty thousand.

"..."

Zhao Qiang's lips twitched; he was like a mute eating bitter melon, unable to express his suffering.

Today was absolutely the worst day ever!

I didn't realize this person was so ruthless the first two times.

They killed and captured them all; what did they take them for?

Is it a soft persimmon?

asshole!

Do you really think their company is deserted?

Two Level 3 Ability Users are stationed in the Security Department every day, ready to respond immediately if Director Yang presses the call bell on the table.

Zhao Qiang lowered his head, his eyes darting around, and replied, "No problem! With a friend like you, what's a mere 30,000? We can have more collaborations in the future."

"Yes, the next collaboration will come soon, and it will be a big deal. I hope you will prepare in advance."

Jiang Qingshan wiped his bank card on the sofa and said in a serious tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiang was taken aback and immediately abandoned the idea of ​​calling for backup, his eyes regaining a hint of businessman's shrewdness.

The director, surnamed Yang, also became interested, and his expression softened considerably.

"Could I ask...?"

"cannot."

Jiang Qingshan put away his bank card, stood up, and coldly rejected the two men.

Zhao Qiang nodded, his heart pounding with anxiety.

It's so mysterious, could it be that there's some powerful background behind it?

If that's the case, then we really need to seriously assess this person's worth.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qiang's expression became even more respectful.

Jiang Qingshan straightened his collar and said calmly, "Let's go, you two."

"I'll stay with you." Zhao Qiang quickly stepped forward to open the door.

Jiang Qingshan smiled, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and walked straight behind his desk.

He braced himself on the table with one hand, put his other arm around Director Yang's shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "May I invite this beautiful lady to accompany me?"

Director Yang felt as if he had been electrocuted; he trembled a few times before stiffening up.

The cigarette butt was less than a centimeter away from her delicate face; if it had been any closer, it would have burned her skin.

"Yes...yes, of course you can."

She dared not refuse and slowly stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the table.

Jiang Qingshan pulled the other person into his arms and walked towards the door.