Like a nimble cheetah, Ye Fei ran to the door Chen Han had just walked out of.

It was the manager's office.

Ye Fei looked down and found that the lock on the door was not your usual pin tumbler deal, but a rare and complex mechanism. That type of lock was difficult to pick; Ye Fei would require at least a minute or two. However, someone could walk by at any moment, so he had to unlock it as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, Ye Fei had already stolen Chen Han’s keys.

That fool still had no idea. He was still talking to Liu Manman downstairs.

Ye Fei unlocked the door and jumped in before gently closing it behind him. The manager's office was dark, but he did not turn on the light. His eyes shone dimly in the dark like the eyes of a wild wolf. He quickly walked over to Chen Han's computer and turned it on.

Ye Fei assumed that he, as Fire Dragon’s right-hand man, knew about Lin Qingwan’s videos and might have even been the one who arranged the whole operation. After all, Fire Dragon was the boss. He only needed to describe the plan, and could leave the execution to his subordinates.

The computer was password-protected. Ye Fei tried two commonly used passwords, found that they were incorrect, and gave up. He was a sniper, not a hacker.

He thought of a comrade called Xiaohei. If he were there, he could break into this computer in ten seconds. Unfortunately, Xiaohei died in a foreign land as a result of the failed assassination plot on the American governor.

Ye Fei took a short moment to reminisce before getting back to the task at hand.

He did not worry too much about the password. His objective was not to steal the Burning Bar’s records, but to destroy the data.

He found a letter opener on the table and pried the hard disk out of the computer, stashing it in his pocket.

Before leaving, Ye Fei searched through the desk drawers, finding three USB flash drives and two magnetic cards. One of the USB flash drives made him do a double take - there was a Ya Lai Group logo on it.

Ye Fei had seen a flash drive just like it at the Ya Lai Group’s offices. Lin Qingwan had commissioned them from an advertising agency. There had to be some nefarious reason for this flash drive to have found its way into Chen Han’s office. He didn’t know what he’d find on it, but Ye Fei knew it had to be related to Lin Qingwan's videos.

After finding the USB flash drives, Ye Fei felt relieved. He sat comfortably on Chen Han's desk chair and closed his eyes for a moment.

He couldn't guarantee that Lin Qingwan's videos were on the flash drive, and he also couldn't guarantee that Fire Dragon had no copies of them stored elsewhere. If Ye Fei wanted to be entirely on the safe side, he had to ask Fire Dragon in person.

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After about ten minutes, Ye Fei heard footsteps outside the door.

Chen Han strode back, grumbling to himself, "I can’t believe she refused me. Damn it." He was in an extremely bad mood. Women did not usually refuse his invitations, except for Liu Manman.

Reaching into his pocket to get the key to his office door, he found that his key ring was missing. Thinking he must have forgotten it inside the office, he called over one of the bodyguards who had a spare key.

Chen Han walked into the office and turned on the light. Sure enough, he found his keys on his desk. Relieved, he closed the door behind him.

Unexpectedly, there was a man hiding behind it.

Chen Han was stunned when he saw Ye Fei. "You? What the hell are you doing in here?"

Ye Fei did not answer. Suddenly, the sharp letter opener was pressed against Chen Han’s throat.

"You... You coward, you dare to touch me?!" he yelled despite the sharp point digging into his throat. Not because he wasn’t afraid of death, but because his first impression of Ye Fei was so weak. He was a coward, so Chen Han was not afraid of him.

"Yep." A grim smile appeared on Ye Fei’s face. He grabbed Chen Han's wrist and stabbed the letter opened into his forearm, and twisted.

“Ah, fuck!!” Chen Han howled, pressing his wound. Chen Han had cut many people with a knife for his boss, but he never thought it hurt this much.

"You maniac! You fucking cut me! Ugh, it’s bleeding so much. Fire Dragon will have your hide for this!" he screamed.

He forgot the walls of his office were soundproofed. Even if someone set off firecrackers inside, nobody outside would hear anything.

Ye Fei looked at the letter opener in his hands with a cold sneer. "With all that bleeding, I’d say you’ll pass out in about three minutes if this cut isn’t treated. In ten minutes, even a hospital won’t be able to save you; you’ll die of blood loss."

"Who... Who are you and what do you want?" Looking into Ye Fei's cold eyes, Chen Han realized that he was a killer who wouldn’t even flinch before taking his life.

Everyone is afraid of death. Watching the blood flowing out from his arm, Chen Han panicked.

He had no choice but to admit defeat.

Leisurely leaning back on the desk chair, Ye Fei said, "It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is you don't have much time. So when I ask, you answer."