Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

In Gu Qingqiu's living room, Shen Nian picked up her second glass of red wine and drank it down in one gulp.

The alcohol quickly took effect, and she leaned against the wall, her legs went weak, and she slid down the wall to sit on the thick carpet.

Gu Qingqiu walked up to her and squatted down.

"How come your alcohol tolerance is so low?" Gu Qingqiu reached out and touched Shen Nian's burning cheek.

Shen Nian raised her hand to push, but she couldn't muster any strength.

"Don't touch me." Shen Nian's voice was soft and tinged with drunkenness.

"If Jiang Fan can't get in, you're mine tonight."

Gu Qingqiu grabbed her arm and pulled her up with a little force, then helped her onto the large, soft bed.

She stretched out her finger and slid it down Shen Nian's neck, stopping at her collarbone.

"All Jiang Fan can give you is money and fame," Gu Qingqiu said, looking into Shen Nian's eyes. "I can give you ten times, a hundred times, more of those. Follow me, and you'll be able to walk sideways in Shanghai; no one will dare to touch you."

Shen Nian bit her lip, trying her best to hold back and not make a sound.

"Do you know how many women in Shanghai want to get into my bed?" Gu Qingqiu looked at Shen Nian's flushed cheeks, his fingers gently stroking her skin. "Men are all dirty. Only women understand women."

Shen Nian turned her head away, avoiding her hand.

"You're disgusting."

Gu Qingqiu laughed out loud, and she tightened her grip on Shen Nian's chin.

"I like your temper. After tonight, you'll be begging me to touch you."

She grabbed the edges of Shen Nian's coat with both hands and pulled it forcefully to both sides.

The button popped open and fell onto the carpet, revealing her white inner layer.

Gu Qingqiu lowered her head, getting close to Shen Nian's neck, and smelled a very faint scent of shower gel.

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As the night wind blew, Jiang Fan followed the road to the northeast corner of the manor's perimeter wall, a weak point in the security system.

He took five steps back, ran up, and jumped.

With his hands precisely gripping the top of the wall more than three meters high, he tensed his arm muscles and used his strength to leap over the wall and land smoothly without making a sound.

The divine-level movement technique he obtained by exchanging 50,000 life points allowed his muscle explosiveness and nerve reaction speed to exceed the norm.

Two security guards in black suits, each leading a Doberman Pinscher, are walking this way.

When the distance was five meters, the Doberman growled, pawed at the ground, and pounced.

Jiang Fan exerted force with his feet, and the two only saw a black shadow flash by.

He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the guard on his left by the throat, and tightened his grip. The man rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

He raised his right knee and pressed it against the chest of the security guard on the right.

The sound of breaking ribs rang out, and the person immediately fainted from the pain.

The Doberman opened its fang-filled mouth and bit down.

Jiang Fan neither dodged nor avoided the dog. He grabbed the dog by the scruff of its neck with one hand, swung it around half a circle, and slammed it heavily onto the landscape stone next to him.

The dog twitched twice and then became completely still.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

He walked towards the main building, following the shadows along the edge of the lawn.

Three patrol posts appeared ahead, and three men were shining tactical flashlights into the bushes.

Jiang Fan did not force his way in. Taking advantage of the darkness and his divine-level speed, he bypassed the guards and went directly to the side door of the main building.

Master-level lock-picking skills activated; he pulled a wire from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole.

A few seconds later, the door lock clicked open.

Outside the living room on the second floor, the female assistant hurried to the door.

"Miss Gu, we've lost contact with the outposts on the perimeter. Someone has broken in."

Gu Qingqiu stopped what she was doing. "How many people have come?"

"The surveillance footage is frozen. Judging from the traces left at the scene, there should only be one person. The method was very professional."

Gu Qingqiu took a silver pistol from a hidden compartment in the bedside table and casually placed it under her pillow.

"One person? Let the Imperial Guard handle it. Leave one alive; I want to see who's so reckless."

Gu Qingqiu looked at Shen Nian on the bed again.

There are ten fully armed professional mercenaries in the main building, hired at great expense.

No one can break through the defenses here single-handedly.

She reached out to unbutton Shen Nian's inner layer.

Jiang Fan had just walked into the first-floor corridor.

Four bodyguards carrying submachine guns rushed out from around the corner, their tactical flashlights shining directly into Jiang Fan's face.

Jiang Fan didn't dodge; instead, he charged forward.

The other party pulled the trigger, and the silenced gunshot echoed dully in the corridor.

In Jiang Fan's vision, the trajectory of the bullet was clearly visible. He tilted his head, turned to the side, and staggered his steps.

The bullet grazed his clothes and hit the wall, sending up clouds of cement debris.

The doors to the rooms on both sides of the corridor opened simultaneously, and several other guards rushed out.

Seeing that they couldn't hit their targets and fearing they might accidentally injure their own men, they drew their bayonets and surrounded the enemy.

Jiang Fan walked towards them.

With his god-like movement technique fully activated, he weaved through the crowd.

Fists, elbows, knees—every strike was precisely aimed at the most vulnerable joints and vital points of the human body.

The sounds of bones breaking, falling to the ground, and muffled groans rang out one after another.

Soon, only Jiang Fan was left standing in the corridor.

On the second-floor corridor, the female assistant had only reached halfway up the stairs when the intense fighting sounds downstairs quickly subsided.

She drew her gun and pointed it at the stairwell.

A figure walked up the dimly lit staircase.

Bald, wearing a black jacket, and reeking of blood.

The female assistant's palms were sweating, and all ten bodyguards collapsed in less than a minute.

She pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Jiang Fan turned his head, and a bullet whizzed past his ear.

He pushed off with his feet, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters, and appeared in front of his female assistant.

Before the female assistant could fire a second shot, Jiang Fan had already grabbed her neck.

Jiang Fan lifted her up with one hand, turned around, and slammed her heavily against the solid wood double door of the living room.

The door slammed shut, and the female assistant slumped to the ground, unconscious.

The loud noise caused Gu Qingqiu's hand to freeze in mid-air.

She turned her head, and the solid wood door was kicked open from the outside.

Jiang Fan walked in. He first glanced at Shen Nian on the bed.

The coat had been ripped open, the person's eyes were closed, breathing evenly, and their face was flushed; they were simply drunk.

Jiang Fan's gaze shifted to Gu Qingqiu's face.

Gu Qingqiu looked at Jiang Fan; the security measures she had invested heavily in had failed to stop him.

She stood up straight, not flustered at all, but instead showed an appreciative look in her eyes.

"Jiang Fan, you're very capable. Name your price and come work for me. I'll give you whatever you want," Gu Qingqiu said calmly.

Jiang Fan ignored her and took off his blood-stained black coat, covering Shen Nian with it.

He turned around and looked at Gu Qingqiu.

"I've said it before. I have no interest in money." Jiang Fan took a step forward.

Gu Qingqiu pulled the silver pistol from under her pillow and pointed it at Jiang Fan.

"It's fast. But how many bullets can you dodge?" Gu Qingqiu gripped the gun with both hands.

Jiang Fan continued walking towards her. "You can give it a try."

Gu Qingqiu pulled the trigger, and three muffled thuds followed.

All three bullets hit the wall behind Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan was already standing in front of her.

The pistol was taken away and thrown on the ground.

With his other hand, he grabbed Gu Qingqiu's neck and pressed her down on the bed.

Gu Qingqiu grabbed Jiang Fan's arms with both hands, trying to break free.

Jiang Fan was very strong, making her unable to move.

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Fan's gaze swept down, passing over her legs.

I want you.