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Chapter 1385 The President's Weakness

Chapter 1386 The President's Weakness

Arya rushed over.

Her voice trembled and whimpered without her even realizing it.

She saw the wound on Ali's back.

I saw the blood on Qin Hao's face.

She felt a chilling fear instantly engulf her.

Qin Hao raised his head.

The bloodstains on his face were particularly glaring in the sunlight.

Qin Hao saw Aria rushing towards him.

Seeing the undisguised panic and worry in Arya's eyes.

I saw her bare feet and messy hair.

The instant our eyes met.

It seemed like something had hit them hard.

It froze instantly.

It then transformed into an extremely complex vibration.

Aria rushed to Qin Hao.

I wanted to reach out and touch the wound on his face.

His hand froze halfway through its reach, his fingertips trembling slightly.

All the words were stuck in my throat.

All that remained were rapid breathing and red-rimmed eyes.

Qin Hao's gaze moved from her trembling fingers to her dusty bare feet.

Then look at her face, which is filled with panic and worry.

Qin Hao slowly raised his hand, not to wipe the blood from his face.

Instead, he naturally grasped Arya's hand, which was frozen in mid-air and trembling slightly.

"I am fine."

Qin Hao's voice was deep and hoarse.

He locked his gaze tightly onto Arya's panicked eyes.

We need to convey this power directly into her heart.

"Don't be afraid."

Two simple words, yet they seem to possess a magical power.

Arya's wildly beating heart miraculously began to calm down as he held her in his palm and spoke in a deep voice.

The chilling fear gradually subsided.

Instead, there was a sense of exhaustion from surviving a catastrophe and an indescribable sense of security that was firmly protected.

Arya looked at the glaring bloodstain on Qin Hao's face.

I could feel the warmth emanating from his palm.

A scalding, real temperature.

Tears.

Finally, tears welled up uncontrollably.

Not fear.

It's not weakness.

It is the release after a taut string is suddenly relaxed.

It was a great relief to see him safe and sound.

It was a surging, overwhelming feeling of throbbing and dependence that even Arya herself couldn't understand.

She gripped Qin Hao's hand even tighter and more firmly with her other hand.

It was the only piece of driftwood in the raging waves.

In the chaotic square, sirens wailed.

In the heart of this mess.

The two held hands tightly.

Their gazes met.

A cold, stern face bore bloodstains.

Tears streamed down a bright face.

All the surrounding noise seemed to become a blurred background.

far away.

In the shadow of an unfinished high-rise building in the new city.

The lenses of a high-powered telescope reflected a cold light.

Behind the telescope.

A figure wearing a black trench coat put down the equipment.

A cruel and cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

He spoke into his headset.

The sound was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"Target confirmed."

"weakness."

"Capture successful."

In the medical suite on the top floor of the "Eye of the Chief".

The air was filled with the cold smell of disinfectant.

outside the window.

The lights of Zangwei New City still shine brightly.

However, it couldn't dispel the somber atmosphere in the room.

Commander Ali, his muscular upper body bare, lay prone on the medical bed.

His bronze back muscles resembled undulating mountains.

At this moment, however, it was torn apart by several hideous wounds.

The deeply embedded metal fragments have been removed.

It left behind dark red, centipede-like marks from the stitching.

The surrounding area was covered with charred and swollen areas from the burns.

The medical team carefully cleaned the last few wounds.

"Uncle Ali".

Arya's voice was thick with nasal tone, and her eyes were still red.

I stood by the bed with a glass of warm water in my hand.

Looking at those shocking wounds.

The terrifying scene and the deafening roar of the explosion in the celebration square seemed to echo in my ears again. If it weren't for Ali's selfless, extreme leap forward...

She didn't dare to think about it.

Self-blame and lingering fear, like cold vines, entwined her heart.

"Small injury."

Ali didn't turn his head, his voice hoarse.

Yet it carries an undeniable sense of stability.

For Alibaba, the damage is merely to its insignificant physical appearance.

"The duty lies."

"It's good that the boss is alright."

For Miss Arya's trials.

Ali paused, then added.

"Your reaction was quick."

"The evacuation points for the core population were protected immediately."

Arya pursed her lips.

Uncle Ali's words of comfort could not ease the heaviness in her heart.

Arya saw the explosion.

I rushed over, but felt powerless at that moment.

Arya hated herself for not being faster!
Charlie leaned against the opposite wall.

He was fiddling with something he had salvaged from the explosion site.

The charred and deformed remains of a remote control device.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

"Oh shit."

"Remnants of the 'Scavengers'?"

"Or is it Blackstone's new pawn?"

Charlie spat out a mouthful of bitter spittle.

"That's a really underhanded method!"

"I blended in with the staff."

"They timed it perfectly, precisely when security for the celebration would be at its most lax!"

"If it weren't for Uncle Ali..."

Charlie glanced at the wound on Ali's back.

He swallowed the rest of his words.

A fierce glint surged in his eyes.

The door to the inner room of the suite slid open silently.

Qin Hao came out.

The wound on his forehead had been treated and covered with a square medical dressing.

A few strands of black hair fell down.

Far from diminishing its coldness, it actually added a sense of dangerous battle damage.

Qin Hao changed out of his blood-stained Zhongshan suit.

She wore a dark gray cashmere sweater that accentuated her broad shoulders and narrow waist.

It has lost some of its sharpness and gained more composure.

There wasn't much expression on his face.

Only the depths of his eyes held a chilling coldness.

This reveals Qin Hao's overwhelming anger at this moment.

Eyes first fell on Ali's back.

The horrific wound caused Qin Hao's pupils to contract almost imperceptibly.

Qin Hao walked to the bedside without saying a word.

He simply reached out his hand.

A broad, powerful hand carries a silent, weighty strength.

He gently pressed on Ali's uninjured shoulder.

The movements were subtle, yet they conveyed a thousand unspoken messages.

Ali felt the strength coming from his shoulders.

His body relaxed almost imperceptibly.

"Boss, I'm fine."

"You'll be able to get out of bed in three days."

Ali's voice was calm and steady.

Qin Hao nodded.

Their gaze shifted to the wreckage of the device in Charlie's hand.

"Find out the source."

“The background of all the celebration staff has been thoroughly investigated three times over.”

"Don't let even a fly get away."

"It's already being processed, boss!"

Charlie answered immediately. "The technical team is recovering the wrecked chips."

"The outsiders are screening people."

"It's just that it's a bit noisy."

"The new city government has some reservations."

"They said we overreacted."

"It will affect stability."

"Stablize?"

Qin Hao's lips curled into an extremely cold smile.

The smile didn't reach his eyes.

Only a bone-chilling cold.

"tell them."

"On my territory, Qin Hao's territory."

“Shoot me in the heart.”

"It's the biggest instability!"

"Stop rambling."

"Let their mayor come and talk to me about 'stability' in person!"

Qin Hao exuded an imperial majesty.

It made the temperature in the whole room seem to drop a few degrees.

Charlie immediately straightened his back.

"understand!"

Qin Hao's gaze.

Finally, they turned to Arya, who was standing to the side, her eyes red and silent.

Her hair was still a little messy, and her bare feet were covered in dust.

His clothes were already somewhat disheveled from the chaos of the explosion.

Yet it did not diminish the breathtaking power of her current state, a mixture of vulnerability and stubbornness.

I clearly felt a strong sense of self-blame.

There was another kind of dependence he couldn't ignore, a dependence that looked at him like a frightened little animal.

Eyes facing each other.

Arya's heartbeat suddenly became erratic.

Blood on Qin Hao's face on the celebration stage.

Explosion of flames.

The crowd screamed.

and also.

And there was the burning heat of his hand when he held it tightly, and the words, "Don't be afraid."

All the images flooded her mind instantly, making her gasp for breath.

Arya instinctively wanted to lower her head, trying to escape Qin Hao's overly deep and complex gaze.

Qin Hao walked towards her.

One step, two steps.

His footsteps carried an invisible sense of pressure, yet they did not disturb her.

He stopped in front of her, very close.

Arya could clearly smell the unique scent emanating from Qin Hao.

It completely enveloped her.

She could even feel his warm breath brushing against her forehead.

The other people in the room.

Charlie.

Alibaba.

Busy medical staff.

It instantly became a blurred background.

The only thing left in the air was the silent, suffocating tension between the two of them.

Qin Hao slowly raised his hand.

Arya's body tensed instantly, and her heart pounded!
What does he want to do?
That long, strong hand with distinct knuckles did not touch her.

Instead, it went over her shoulder.

He steadily took the glass of warm water from her hand, which was trembling slightly with nervousness and was about to spill.

Arya breathed a sigh of relief.

Then a wave of inexplicable disappointment and shame washed over me.

What is she expecting?!

Qin Hao pretended not to see her expression change in an instant.

He simply brought the glass of water to his lips and took a sip, tilting his head back.

The cool liquid slid down my throat.

Qin Hao frowned slightly, then his gaze returned to Arya's face.

"What about the shoes?"

Qin Hao spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from the aftermath of the explosion.

It has lost some of its coldness and gained some indescribable magnetism?
His gaze swept over Arya's bare feet, which were covered in dust.

Arya was taken aback by his sudden, almost mundane question.

I subconsciously tucked my toes in.

The blush that had just faded from her face suddenly flared up again.

"They got lost."

Arya's voice was barely audible, tinged with embarrassment at being caught red-handed.

Qin Hao simply turned around and walked towards the wardrobe in the corner of the suite.

Open the cabinet door.

Take out a brand new pair of soft men's cashmere slippers.

These were clearly his own spare items.

Qin Hao walked back, and to Ailiya's astonishment, he naturally bent down and gently placed the two pairs of slippers at her feet.

"Put it on."

The tone was as if he were stating something perfectly natural.

Rather than a group president
He handed his slippers to a barefoot "assistant".

Arya froze on the spot!

Her cheeks were burning red!

The small ointment box in the pocket close to my heart seemed to instantly turn into a branding iron!
Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched from behind.

His mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg.

He was lip-syncing to Ali's mouth.

“F---!”

"Has the boss gone mad?!"

Qin Hao looked at the little leopard in front of him, which had completely "shrunk into its shell".

Looking at Arya's blood-red earlobes and slightly trembling shoulders.

The faint warmth in my heart seemed to deepen slightly.

But it was quickly covered by an even deeper layer of gloom.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the suite door.

An assistant dressed in a black suit, with a solemn expression, strode in.

Ignoring the eerie atmosphere in the room.

She walked straight to Qin Hao's side.

He handed him an encrypted file.

At the same time, lower your voice and report quickly.

"President Qin, urgent intelligence."

"European financial markets open."

"Qin Group's stock price has been hit by a massive short-selling attack by multiple accounts!"

"The drop has exceeded 8%!"

"The main short-selling funds were traced to several offshore accounts."

"It ultimately points to a 'ghost fund' registered in the Cayman Islands."

"Blackstone Group is highly suspected of being behind this!"

The assistant's voice became even more serious.

"In addition, we have just received definite news."

"Blackstone Group headquarters has appointed a new plenipotentiary representative for Black Island affairs."

"Jacob Finn."

"This person is extremely dangerous."

Nicknamed "Financial Hyena".

"Known for their ruthless methods and expertise in targeting corporate weaknesses."

"His private plane will land at Zangwe International Airport in an hour."

"Finn."

Qin Hao slowly uttered the name.

His eyes were now filled with nothing but pure, cold, murderous intent.

Qin Hao gripped the document tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The assistant continued.

"And after Mr. Finn arrives."

"I hope to have an 'informal meeting' with you."

"He specified the location as the upper reaches of the Zangwe River."

"That abandoned Ross family castle."

"An old castle?"

Charlie chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes.

"That godforsaken place, not even a godforsaken place, and the signal is blocked."

"What is this bastard trying to do?"

"Setting up a trap?"

Qin Hao remained silent.

Slowly raising his head, he gazed beyond the dazzling lights of the new city.

The direction of the ancient castle in that darkness symbolizes Ross's sinful past.

Jacob Finn

Blackstone has finally sent out its real hounds.

Finn, is he adept at exploiting corporate weaknesses?
Beneath the icy surface of Qin Hao's mind, a profound understanding began to emerge.

A fatal weakness that has just been exposed to the enemy.

"Reply to Mr. Finn."

Qin Hao's words echoed in the quiet suite.

With decisiveness.

"Tomorrow night at 8 PM."

"See you at the castle."

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