Chapter Seventy-Nine: A Chance Encounter Once More

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Meeting Again

Soon, someone came to help Wang Yao and began to assist people away. Shen An dragged the man out, and before long, managed to subdue him. Lying beside this awakened one was Liu Jin.

Shen An sat on the steps, smoking a cigarette. He exhaled, a ring of smoke forming in the air, fading away in moments.

“Speak. Who are you working for?” Shen An flicked his cigarette ash onto Liu Jin’s head.

A small patch of Liu Jin’s hair curled instantly.

“I won’t tell you,” Liu Jin said, terrified but still clenching his teeth.

“Fine, you don’t have to.” Shen An didn’t press further.

He rose leisurely.

Liu Jin let out a sudden sigh of relief. Just now, he’d been thinking that if Shen An kept questioning him, he might not be able to resist spilling everything. Now, Shen An had abruptly stopped.

It puzzled him. He looked up in confusion.

Shen An stood above him, looking down, then lifted his foot.

That foot grew larger in Liu Jin’s vision.

“No, please!”

After a while, Liu Jin’s body was left in ruins.

Shen An continued to stomp and kick him mercilessly.

“Please, I’m wrong, I’ll talk, I beg you, let me go,” Liu Jin pleaded incessantly.

Shen An showed no intention of stopping. He didn’t use his abilities—just ordinary kicks. Yet now, his physical strength was far beyond what any normal person could endure; a few kicks, and bones snapped.

Liu Jin’s screams echoed unceasingly.

After a short while, Shen An stopped.

“Tell me, who is your master?”

He asked again.

By now, not a single bone in Liu Jin’s body was unbroken. He glared at Shen An, venomously. When he’d cried for help earlier, there was still hope—but now...

“Thud!”

Shen An stomped on him again.

“Ah, no, don’t! I’ll talk, I’ll talk,” Liu Jin gasped in pain, unable to meet Shen An’s gaze.

Shen An withdrew his foot.

“It’s Xu Tianming. I was sent by Xu Tianming,” he said.

“And?” Shen An didn’t believe he only knew that much.

“I don’t know,” Liu Jin began, but seeing Shen An’s cold stare, he quickly added, “I did see someone wearing a golden mask. He met with Xu Tianming. After that, I was assigned to manage Future Group.”

Shen An nodded.

The man in the golden mask, unsurprisingly, must be the leader of the Dark Division.

Shen An mused.

“What about the Sun family?” Shen An asked again.

“The Sun family... I really don’t know. I only saw Sun Wu meet Xu Tianming once. It was just that one time. Their relationship wasn’t good; Xu Tianming didn’t seem to want to be involved with Sun Wu.”

Liu Jin spoke at length, and Shen An listened patiently.

When Liu Jin had nothing more to say, Shen An glanced at him.

Crunch!

...

When Shen An returned to the company, He Zhouzhou and the others were already awake.

Shen An entered the lounge Wang Yao had prepared.

He Zhouzhou’s wide eyes watched the man walking toward her, her heart racing uncontrollably.

“Hey, why are you staring at me like that?” Shen An said with a smile.

“I—I didn’t expect it to be you,” He Zhouzhou’s cheeks reddened, and she lowered her head, not daring to look up.

Shen An smiled and sat beside her, gazing at her profile. “Feeling better now?”

“Mm,” she replied softly.

When she awoke, she already knew who had saved her.

He Zhouzhou hadn’t fainted immediately. When Shen An started fighting with the other man, she’d opened her eyes. Although dizzy, she instantly recognized Shen An.

Later, when she fully awoke, Wang Yao, the supervisor, had told her who their rescuer was.

First, she was overjoyed, then flustered, unsure how to face Shen An.

Only when Shen An arrived and sat before her did she realize how real it all was.

“What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?” he asked.

He Zhouzhou looked up, her cheeks pink. She studied Shen An curiously. “Oh, I didn’t know Future Group was yours. I’m still just a junior employee, not even officially hired yet!”

Shen An laughed and patted her head.

“Then I’ll tell the others to promote you.”

“No, I don’t want them gossiping.”

“All right.”

Shen An didn’t say more. The two chatted casually.

“There are a lot of issues in the company. Don’t be a shy newcomer—come help me,” Shen An said, rising and looking at the petite He Zhouzhou.

He Zhouzhou was a little surprised, not quite understanding.

She still didn’t know exactly what was going on in the company.

Few people knew the twists and turns behind it all.

They only knew the boss had changed, but not the storms and bloodshed that had happened, nor the astonishing events behind it.

“I... I’ll think about it,” He Zhouzhou replied, sensing Shen An’s sincerity—he truly had no one else to rely on.

She felt conflicted.

On one hand, there were her feelings for Shen An. On the other, the gap between them.

Originally, the difference was just between an awakened one and an ordinary person.

Now, another layer had been added.

He was not only an awakened one, but also the president of Future Group. She was just an ordinary junior employee.

When Shen An left, a few girls who had been eavesdropping on their conversation rushed in.

“Wow, Zhouzhou, you’re so sly—you actually know the boss!”

“Yeah, didn’t you say you had a boyfriend? What about now...”

He Zhouzhou hadn’t expected everyone to overhear. She became flustered.

“I—it’s not what you think,” she stammered.

“Then what is it?”

“Yeah, who said they had a boyfriend?”

He Zhouzhou cried out anxiously, “Oh, he’s my boyfriend!”

As soon as she said it, her face flushed crimson to her ears.

She quickly covered her face, not daring to look up.

The girls’ mouths dropped open, eyes wide in disbelief as they stared at He Zhouzhou.

Heavens, a golden phoenix has appeared among us! My goodness!

Cries of amazement filled the room.

Elsewhere, Xu Tianming set down the phone, his expression grim.

“Shen An is back. Liu Jin is dead.”

The man in the golden mask stood up sharply.

“So he already knows about us.”

“Yes, it seems very likely,” Xu Tianming replied, his face dark.

He turned, “What’s going on with your subordinates? How come it’s taking so long to capture Mu Linqiu?”

He wasn’t the only one puzzled; the man in the golden mask was equally perplexed.

So much time had passed—by now, Mu Linqiu should have been brought over.

Yet, there was still not a single word of news.

Anxiety grew within the man in the golden mask.