From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

"It's nothing serious, just minor skin injuries, I can walk."

Lu Yunzhou gripped the Glock's handle tightly, while his other hand held Su Qingwan's wrist. "Stay close to me. We can't stay here any longer. The sooner we leave, the better."

Su Qingwan was dragged by him towards the exit of the conference hall.

As soon as she stepped out of the broken doorway, she froze on the spot, her feet seemingly nailed to the ground.

The entire passageway was packed with people.

Some were lying face down, some were curled up, and some were lying on their backs, clutching their broken arms and howling.

Blood flowed from beneath him, mixing with the water sprayed from the sprinkler system, and spreading down the slope of the passage.

The smell of rust, sweat, and disinfectant mingled together, making my stomach churn.

She couldn't imagine it.

A person.

A gun and a military dagger.

Starting from the sealed iron gate outside, they rolled all the way in, until they reached her.

The man she sent to buy groceries and cook, the driver she casually teased and joked with, barged in all by himself when everyone else had abandoned her.

Su Qingwan felt a lump in her throat and her eyes stung, but she didn't say anything.

"President Su?"

Lu Yunzhou noticed that she had stopped and turned around to look at her.

"……fine."

Su Qingwan pursed her lips, her voice slightly hoarse, "Let's go."

Lu Yunzhou didn't ask any more questions. He simply released her wrist, bent down, put one arm under her knees, and lifted her up in his arms.

"What are you doing! Put me down, I don't have a broken leg."

Su Qingwan struggled slightly, her hand touching the piercing wound on his right shoulder. It felt hot and sticky. "You have a hole in your shoulder, and you're still hugging me? Are you crazy?"

"The ground is covered in blood and broken glass. You've lost one shoe; stepping on it will ruin the soles of your feet."

Lu Yunzhou didn't stop, stepping over the people lying haphazardly in the corridor and the puddles as he walked towards the exit. "Don't move, hold on tight, it'll only take a few minutes."

Su Qingwan opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't struggle anymore.

She could feel the body holding her trembling.

It's not fear, it's that muscles and bones start to go out of control after being overworked.

Blood dripped down his right shoulder from his shirt, the dripping sound audible with every step he took.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, shifting her weight as much as possible to the side where he wasn't injured.

"Lu Yunzhou".

"Um."

"If you dare to die on the way, I'll deduct ten years' worth of your salary."

"...Okay, put it in the book."

He kicked open the iron gate to the fire escape, letting in the night wind, which carried the chill of the outside and the roar of car engines in the distance.

In the parking lot outside the villa, three black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked in a fan shape with their headlights on. A dozen bodyguards in suits stood scattered around, their guns pointed towards the main building.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group saw Lu Yunzhou carrying Su Qingwan out of the fire escape, and he sprang to his feet, rushing over in three steps.

"Chairman Su! Are you alright?"

Su Qingwan propped herself up halfway from Lu Yunzhou's embrace: "Is everyone here?"

The middle-aged man immediately replied, "All twelve have arrived, and the outer perimeter is under control."

Su Qingwan glanced at the convoy: "Get the team doctor here, immediately."

She turned to look at Lu Yunzhou.

Lu Quzhou's face was deathly pale, his lips had lost all color, the wound on his forehead had scabbed over, dried blood covered most of his face, and his eyelids were drooping.

"Get in the car first."

Lu Yunzhou put her in the back seat, stood holding onto the car door for two seconds, then his vision started to blur and his legs couldn't support him anymore.

The fight in the underground passage had depleted his true energy, and the penetrating wound in his right shoulder, coupled with blood loss, made him launch a counterattack the moment he escaped danger.

He had just sat in the car when he lurched forward.

Su Qingwan grabbed his collar and pulled him into her arms. His heavy body slammed into her shoulder, and then he fell silent.

She cupped his face in her hands: "Lu Yunzhou?"

No one responded.

Su Qingwan patted his face: "Lu Yunzhou, wake up!"

He was still breathing, and his pulse was still beating.

Su Qingwan placed his head on her lap, pressed her fingertips against the side of his neck to confirm that his pulse was still steady, and then sat up straight again.

She looked up at the driver: "Drive to the private clinic in the north of the city. Take the fastest route. Also, don't let a single word about tonight's events leak out."

The convoy drove through the flooded parking lot and headed into the city.

Su Qingwan looked down at the man on her lap, brushed aside the blood-stained stray hairs on his forehead, her fingertips lingered for a moment at the edge of the wound, then withdrew.

She leaned down and whispered, "I can never repay what I owe you in this lifetime."

……

The sprinklers in the main building's conference room had been turned off, but water was still flowing into the corridor. Lei Hu was soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his forehead, and he shouted into the phone, "They ran east! Three black Mercedes! Chase them!"

The middle-aged assistant reached out and pressed down on his arm: "Ninth Master said, no pursuit."

Lei Hu gripped his phone tightly: "What?"

The assistant hung up the phone immediately: "That's it for tonight, call it a day."

Lei Hu walked up to Ninth Master and pointed to the people lying on the ground outside the door: "That kid trespassed on your territory and injured dozens of people. If word gets out, where will you put your face?"

Ninth Master had changed into a clean Zhongshan suit and sat on a grand chair that hadn't been soaked in water, picking up a cup of fresh tea and blowing away the foam.

"What are you spreading? That my territory was single-handedly trampled by some kid in his twenties?"

Lei Hu shut his mouth.

Ninth Master put down his teacup: "How many died tonight?"

The assistant opened the notebook: "Seventeen were injured on the perimeter, six were seriously injured, and eleven collapsed inside the passage, two of whom were dead."

"Both foreign mercenaries are dead; one died on the spot, and the other couldn't hold on any longer."

Ninth Master tapped the armrest twice: "Where's Xiao Sihai?"

The assistant closed his notebook: "They've already left; the convoy headed north of the city."

Ninth Master leaned back in his chair: "We can't touch Lu Yunzhou now. Xiao Sihai is standing behind Su Qingwan."

"Xiao Sihai has already lost face tonight. If we push him any further, that mad dog is capable of anything."

Lei Hu gritted his teeth: "Were all the men we lost tonight for nothing?"

Ninth Master looked up and felt a chill run down Lei Hu's spine; his clenched fists relaxed.

"Shiratori?"

Ninth Master stood up and took the coat: "I gave Su Qingwan two options, and she didn't take either one. She'll get her face back sooner or later, but not today."

He put on his coat and swept the blood off the floor: "This dog next to Su Qingwan is fiercer than I expected. I'll deal with it slowly."

……

At Kowloon Mansion, Xiao Sihai stood in front of the French windows, his cigar half-burned but he hadn't taken a single puff. Ashes fell onto the carpet, burning a black spot.

Leopard put down the phone and stood behind him: "Boss, it's confirmed. Lu Yunzhou broke in alone through the iron gate at the main entrance and swept along the passage."

"In less than eight minutes, Ninth Master lost nearly thirty men, including two top mercenaries brought in from Southeast Asia."

Xiao Sihai looked at his reflection in the glass: "I told him to keep an eye on Su Qingwan."

Another bit of ash fell from his cigar before he turned around: "A demobilized soldier who was temporarily reassigned to drive, with only his Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) experience from two years ago."

"The file is cleaner than a blank sheet of paper. Tell me, how could a Sanda athlete possibly break through Master Jiu's defenses?"

Leopard's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't reply.

Xiao Sihai stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, making a crisp sound as it hit the bottom.

"Re-examine him, starting from when he was in his mother's womb, examine him from the very beginning."