Ming Li: "......Are you afraid of me?"
The killer boss shuddered. "What are you talking about, boss?" Afraid? Of course, he was terrified. In his line of work, he'd seen all sorts of people, including those who could kill without a trace. But someone like the person in front of him, whose mere gaze could paralyze others, was something he'd never encountered before.
He recalled that once, out of curiosity, he'd secretly followed Ming Li to observe how she completed her missions. And what did he see? Catching bullets with bare hands? Flying with a sword? Teleportation? In an instant, the killer boss suspected he had transmigrated to some Xianxia world, as depicted in Chinese novels. From then on, Ming Li was shrouded in a mysterious and eerie aura in his eyes...
Meeting the killer boss's gaze, Ming Li fell silent. She instantly found it uninteresting and took the contract, reading it carefully.
Two minutes later, feeling the cautious yet intense gaze from the killer boss across from her, Ming Li's lips twitched slightly. She raised her eyes and swept a cold,幽 deep glance at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Are you looking for a fight?
The killer boss understood the hidden meaning in Ming Li's words almost instantly. He quickly waved his hands and said in broken Chinese, "Uh, boss, I didn't mean it like that!" The killer boss cautiously glanced around, then leaned closer to Ming Li's ear and whispered, "I just wanted to ask... in your China... are there really immortals?"
Ming Li: "......" What is this overwhelming aura of foolishness?
Ming Li remained silent. The conference room became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, and an awkward atmosphere permeated the air.
"Cough, cough, cough!" The killer boss's face reddened with embarrassment. He coughed twice, breaking the peculiar silence. "Uh, I was just kidding... just kidding..."
Ming Li: "......Alright, sign it quickly."
"Yes! Yes!"
The killer boss took the contract, didn't even look at it, and quickly scribbled his name.
Fifteen minutes later, the conference room door was pushed open from the inside. Sun Miao looked over and saw the usually ill-tempered foreign boss smiling as he held the door open for their boss...
Sun Miao: "......" ??? What's going on?
"Xiao Miao, see them out."
"Mr. Qin, it's getting late. When are we going to eat?"
Two voices spoke simultaneously. Ming Li and the killer boss looked at each other, and the air instantly became strangely silent again...
Sun Miao paused and broke the silence. "Mr. Q, we've already booked a restaurant."
The gluttonous killer boss glanced at Ming Li and then said to Sun Miao, "Alright, let's go."
Sun Miao looked at the killer boss, then at his own boss, feeling that something was off...
Ming Li checked the time and said, "Let's go."
Soon, a group of people arrived at the restaurant Sun Miao had booked.
As soon as they sat down, the phone of a subordinate next to the killer boss rang.
The subordinate looked at his boss. Seeing him nod, he quickly got up to take the call.
After a while, the subordinate returned, his expression somewhat strange as he looked at Ming Li sitting opposite him with a poker face.
Sensing the gaze from across the table, Ming Li raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
The subordinate hesitated, looking like he wanted to speak but dared not. The killer boss was so exasperated he wanted to smack him twice. "Just say it if something's up!"
The subordinate: "......Someone wants to buy Mr. Qin's life..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the subordinate saw all eyes in the room fixed on him.
The subordinate: "......What......what's wrong?"
"Is it Liu Xinran or Liu Ting?" Ming Li picked up her juice and took a sip, saying calmly.
Upon hearing this, Sun Miao, who was standing nearby, became uneasy. He instinctively reached for his phone, almost dialing the police.