Chapter 150: Rescuing the Beauty, Raging Flames of Fury

Li Chao narrowed his eyes, the arrogant image of Wen Jialun flashing through his mind, and he couldn't help but worry:
"Sister Liu, I'll go with you!"
His voice was heavy with concern and urgency.
"Oh, this..."
Liu Lele's voice carried a hint of hesitation.
"Young Master Wen and I have already arrived at the hotel. We really can't wait for you!"
"The elevator doors are about to close. Let's talk later!"
Her voice sounded hurried.
A series of beeps came from the other end of the line. Holding his phone, Li Chao frowned, thought for a moment, and said to Sun Xinglin:
"Help look after them here in the hospital!"
"I have something to take care of!"
With a solemn and resolute expression, Li Chao turned and strode away.
Unable to shake his anxiety for Liu Lele, he felt he had to see it with his own eyes to have peace of mind.
Besides, Zhou Shaofeng was now technically one of their people. Since he had been beaten to that extent, Li Chao needed to seek justice for him.
With hurried steps, Li Chao walked with a heart full of worry and anger.
……
Inside the hotel elevator, Wen Jialun looked at Liu Lele, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth:
"Director Liu, do you not have the final say on this cooperation?"
His smile seemed gentle, but his eyes hid a trace of cunning.
As he spoke, he appeared exceptionally refined, a completely different person from the violent thug he had been earlier.
Liu Lele smiled faintly:
"There is a shareholder who created all the formulas. Although he doesn't participate in company operations, I still need to consult him on certain matters!"
Her smile carried a measure of composure and professional courtesy.
Actually, when Wen Jialun suggested discussing the matter at the hotel, Liu Lele had her doubts.
However, Wen Jialun had concealed his true nature too well, projecting the image of a well-educated gentleman.
Coupled with the prestige of Tianzheng Group, Liu Lele ultimately lowered her guard and accompanied him.
As the elevator doors opened, they took out the room card that had been prepared in advance and unlocked the door.
Surveying the spacious and exquisite room, Wen Jialun shook his head:
"I heard this was the best suite in Kaiyuan County, so I had my driver book it in advance! And yet... it's somewhat disappointing!"
His tone carried obvious fault-finding.
Liu Lele smiled and said:
"Well, it's just a county town after all; naturally, it can't compare to the provincial capital!"
She attempted to smooth over the atmosphere.
Wen Jialun sat down on the sofa and began to size Liu Lele up:
"Although the accommodation isn't much, having a beauty like Director Liu here more than makes up for it!"
His words grew increasingly flippant, and his gaze became brazen.
Hearing this, alarm bells rang loudly in Liu Lele's heart!
Her smile grew somewhat rigid, and a sense of foreboding washed over her.
Wisely changing the subject, Liu Lele pulled a contract from her bag and said with feigned composure:
"Thank you for the compliment, Young Master Wen! Let's get down to business first!"
With that, she handed a set of tentative clauses drawn up according to their afternoon discussion over to Wen Jialun.
"Have a look and see what you think of these terms."
Her voice was professional and calm, aiming to steer the conversation back on track.
Wen Jialun took the contract, flipped through it casually, and then smiled:
"The contract? No problem at all! In fact, I can increase my investment by another two hundred million!"
He laughed so casually that two hundred million seemed like a mere trifle in his eyes.
Liu Lele froze upon hearing this.
Two hundred million!
This was no child's play.
Even her father, Liu Zhenhua, would deliberate thoroughly before making an investment of over a hundred million, yet Wen Jialun spoke of it so lightly.
A flash of surprise and doubt crossed her eyes.
"If Young Master Wen is willing to increase the investment, that is naturally a wonderful thing! But... are there any additional terms required?"
After a moment of thought, Liu Lele asked cautiously.
Having navigated the business world for so many years, she knew full well that there was no such thing as a free lunch.
If the other party was willing to put up more money, they undoubtedly had ulterior motives.
Her expression grew guarded.
While letting his gaze wander back and forth over Liu Lele's body,
Wen Jialun stroked his chin and said:
"Simple! I just want a taste of you, Director Liu!"
His look was filled with lewdness and greed, making Liu Lele's stomach churn with disgust.
What did he just say?
Liu Lele's face instantly fell.
Glaring at Wen Jialun, she said:
"Young Master Wen, you are the young master of Tianzheng Group, and your words and actions represent the company! Aren't you afraid of bringing shame to Tianzheng Group by acting like this?"
Her voice was charged with anger and condemnation.
Wen Jialun pulled out a cigar, lit it, and smiled:
"We're just cooperating here! You have your eyes on my money, and I have my eyes on your body! Once you agree, the investment funds will be transferred immediately, and we can add even more later on. You get to have a good time and reap massive benefits at the same time. Isn't that a win-win?"
His words grew increasingly shameless and vulgar.
Before he could finish, things moved in a flash!
Liu Lele picked up the cup of water in front of her,
and with a loud "splash," threw the entire contents right into Wen Jialun's face:
"Shameless!"
Her action was utterly decisive, her rage practically overflowing.
Having hurled the insult, Liu Lele stood up, intending to leave immediately.
Though somewhat drenched and disheveled, Wen Jialun didn't get angry. Instead, he stood up, blocked the doorway, and offered a hypocritical, ingratiating smile:
"Director Liu, I was just making a joke! If you're not willing, forget it! Let's continue discussing the cooperation! We'll go entirely by the terms you proposed. How about that?"
His smile held a trace of falsehood and flattery.
Seeing Wen Jialun back down, the fire in Liu Lele's heart subsided slightly, and she sat back down on the sofa.
Even so, her expression remained gloomy, and her heart was filled with vigilance.
Vexed, Wen Jialun discarded the water-logged cigar and pulled an exquisite handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the moisture from his hair.
Just at that moment,
a thumb-sized, crystalline crystal vial accidentally slipped from the handkerchief and shattered on the floor.
The liquid inside poured out, instantly releasing a faint fragrance that was initially quite pleasant.
"Ah, this is a custom-made aromatherapy oil from abroad; it costs over sixty thousand a bottle. Such a waste!"
Wen Jialun's face flashed with a look of distress and regret.
Pointing vaguely into the distance, he said to Liu Lele:
"You rest here for a moment. I'll go inside and dry my hair, and once I'm sorted out, we can sign the contract."
Wen Jialun's tone sounded calm, but his eyes concealed a cunning gleam.
With that, he turned and walked toward the bathroom.
As he turned, a sinister smile curved the corner of Wen Jialun's mouth—a smile brimming with the smugness and trickery of a conspiracy successfully executed.
Meanwhile, Liu Lele remained utterly oblivious to the impending danger.
At that moment, she even thought that Wen Jialun might not be as bad as she had imagined,
since at least he hadn't taken things any further after her explicit refusal.
Her sole thought now was to get the contract signed as quickly as possible and go home.
A sliver of wishful thinking still lingered in her heart.
However, it wasn't long before Liu Lele sensed that something was amiss.
An abnormal wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, as though she would plunge into a deep sleep the very next second.
She fought hard to stay awake, but her consciousness gradually blurred, and her strength drained away.
"What is happening to me?"
Struggling internally, Liu Lele tried to stand up, only to find she lacked even the strength to rise.
Terrified and helpless, she looked toward the shattered crystal vial in the distance, and the truth dawned on her instantly.
That liquid was responsible!
Anger flared in Liu Lele's eyes, but she no longer had the strength to open her mouth and hurl abuses.
Her thoughts turned blank, and everything before her blurred.
Before her eyes closed completely, the last image she saw was Wen Jialun standing shirtless,
a smug, savage grin plastered across his face, just like a hunter admiring prey that had fallen into a trap.
A few minutes later, Wen Jialun sauntered out leisurely.
He sat down opposite Liu Lele, poured a glass of red wine, and took a gentle sip.
As he looked at the beauty lying motionless across from him, the corners of his mouth curled wildly upward.
His gaze was filled with evil and desire.
This perfume contained a special ingredient capable of knocking someone unconscious for over half an hour.
Wen Jialun was extremely confident in the perfume's efficacy, which was why he always carried a spare bottle when he went out.
Not that he had to use it often, though.
Because most women surrendered readily under his financial offensive.
Hling fifty or a hundred thousand at them—among the women he fancied, almost none could resist the temptation.
Today, Liu Lele was indeed an exception.
Wen Jialun's strategy of retreating in order to advance had paid off. Looking at the unconscious Liu Lele, his heart surged with triumph and anticipation.
In this spacious suite, it was just the two of them. He had plenty of time and infinite possibilities to "toy" with this woman.
Wen Jialun's mind began painting all sorts of sordid pictures; his breathing grew rapid, and his eyes flashed with impatience.
Just then, a crisp mobile phone ringtone shattered the silence of the room, coming from inside Liu Lele's handbag.
Wen Jialun glanced at it, a cold sneer playing on his lips. Ignoring the call, he picked up his own phone and began scouting the room for the best camera angle.
He intended to record the upcoming "battle" so he could replay it later for his own amusement.
With his mind completely engrossed in the forthcoming act of malice,
Wen Jialun failed to notice that danger was quietly closing in.
……
On the streets of Kaiyuan County, inside a taxi, Li Chao gripped his phone so tightly that the murderous intent in his eyes nearly spilled over.
Liu Lele hadn't answered his call, which filled him with profound unease.
Narrowing his eyes into the distance, his expression was as cold as frost.
Today, if anyone dared to harm Liu Lele, no matter who they were, he would make them pay the ultimate price!
She was his scale of reverse, and anyone who touched her was destined to die.
The fire of fury burned fiercely in Li Chao's chest, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
He was desperate to find Liu Lele and ensure her safety.
Soon, the taxi arrived at Jinjiang Hotel.
Having already paid the fare, Li Chao burst out of the car and charged straight into the hotel lobby.
Reaching the lobby, he anxiously questioned the guest relations manager:
"Did a man and a woman just enter the hotel?"
"Which room did they go to?"
Li Chao's voice was sharp, forceful, and laden with authority.
However, the manager cast a disdainful glance at Li Chao and said coldly:
"This is customer privacy. You have no right to ask!"
The manager's attitude was arrogant and indifferent, as though looking at an insignificant ant.
Having no time to waste in idle chatter with the manager, Li Chao reached out and grabbed him directly by the throat.
With his five fingers tightening like an iron chain, the manager's face instantly turned crimson, as if his life vein had been choked off.
The sensation of impending death washed over him, and in a panic, the manager squeezed out a few words with all his remaining strength:
"Up... on the top floor... the Imperial Hall!"
The manager's arrogance and indifference were entirely gone, replaced solely by the terror of death and a pleading look.
Releasing his grip without another word, Li Chao bolted toward the elevator leading to the top floor.
He had no choice; he feared that if he delayed even a second longer, the manager's neck might genuinely be snapped.
A tense atmosphere solidified in the air, thick like the calm before a storm.
Crack!
With a sharp sound, Li Chao tossed the manager aside as if discarding trash,
while he himself shot toward the top-floor elevator like an arrow released from a bow.
His figure carved a resolute arc through the crowd, leaving everyone dumbfounded as time seemed to freeze in that instant.
The manager sat slumped on the ground, rubbing his neck frantically, taking a long time to recover before roaring at the receptionists in the distance:
"What are you staring at? Call all the security guards immediately! Go to the top floor and stop that bastard!"
His voice was filled with rage and lingering panic, as if he had just survived a brush with the netherworld.
……
Ding!
The elevator doors slowly opened, signaling their arrival at the top floor.
Li Chao's expression was so gloomy it seemed water could be wrung from it.
He strode out of the elevator, every step landing like the heavy beat of a drum of fate.
Yet right at that moment, a man wearing sunglasses and a trench coat—A Gan—stepped out from the resting area,
straightening up like a ghost to block his path.
"Turn back!"
A Gan's tone was icy and resolute, chilling like a wind blowing from the polar regions.
But was Li Chao the kind of man to back down easily?
His response to A Gan was a punch carrying the force of a falling mountain.
The wind of his fist howled, like Mount Tai bearing down with an overbearing, peerless dominance.
A Gan's initially calm expression contracted sharply at Li Chao's strike; he retreated rapidly while throwing a punch to meet it.
Bang!
As the two collided, Li Chao stood as unshakeable as a monolith,
while A Gan was knocked back three or four steps, his sunglasses flying off to reveal an expression of sheer, disbelieving shock.
With someone blocking his way, Li Chao grew even more frantic; he had no time to tangle here—he had to reach Wen Jialun immediately.
He hurried toward the Imperial Hall, every step brimming with urgency.
However, just as he reached the doorway, a fierce gust of wind struck from behind!
It was A Gan. True to his duty as Wen Jialun's bodyguard, he would never allow anyone to approach casually.
Courting death!
Already brimming with wrath, Li Chao grew even more incensed upon seeing the other party persist.
Unleashing his internal cultivation to the absolute limit, golden light gathered on his fist, carrying the force of a thousand jun.
He spun around and threw a punch at A Gan. As their fists met,
the terrifying impact caused the walls to rattle, as though the very space around them was being torn apart.
A Gan felt a sharp pain shoot through his arm, and his body was sent hurtling uncontrollably backward, smashing a corner table to pieces.
The massive shock wave caused the surrounding air to tremble, freezing time itself in its wake.
Next, like an infuriated lion, Li Chao kicked the door open with a heavy blow and stormed into the Imperial Hall.
To his shock, Liu Lele was lying quietly on the sofa,
her eyes tightly closed, tears streaming down her stunning face and leaving shimmering trails in their wake.
Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breath tinged with helplessness and sorrow,
her heart-rending, pitiful appearance enough to make even the most stone-hearted person feel a pang of sympathy.
Beside her stood a young man, disheveled and clad only in his underwear, wearing a triumphant, savage grin as if savoring a twisted sense of pleasure.
In a prominent spot nearby, a mobile phone was quietly recording the scene, attempting to permanently capture this humiliating spectacle.
This sight drove Li Chao, who had just burst in, into an absolute frenzy; his eyes seemed to breathe fire as his rage reached its boiling point.
Wen Jialun, the scion of a prominent family, was just about to "have a field day" in this ocean of private desires when his actions were abruptly interrupted by Li Chao's intrusion.
His face contorted into a monstrous display of anger and viciousness. Spotting the murderous-looking Li Chao standing at the door, he cursed:
"You're courting death!"
Yet those words marked the beginning of his own nightmare.
Without wasting a single syllable, Li Chao charged into the room like an enraged lion and kicked Wen Jialun squarely in the chest.
Bang!
With a deafening crash, Wen Jialun flew like a kite with a snapped string, slamming heavily against the distant wall
before collapsing limply to the floor, coughing up blood and groaning in agony.
Li Chao's kick had been as swift as lightning, charged with all his fury and righteous wrath.
Upon verifying that Liu Lele was unharmed, Li Chao let out a slight breath of relief.
At that very instant, however, A Gan rushed back in from afar, brandishing a sharp dagger that flashed coldly like the sickle of the Grim Reaper.
His gaze was exceptionally ferocious, and murderous intent permeated the air, causing the temperature in the room to plunge abruptly.
Seeing his bodyguard arrive, the fallen Wen Jialun seemed to find his savior and roared:
"A Gan! Cripple him!"
Having grown up accustomed to getting whatever he wanted and ruling the roost, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
This time, he vowed to make Li Chao pay dearly.
Gritting his teeth, A Gan lunged forward, his dagger glinting with a fatal sheen under the light.
In an instant, the atmosphere inside the room grew taut to the snapping point, as if the air had frozen solid.
The fierce onslaught resembled a cold blade biting through winter winds, terrifying to behold.
"Finish him!"
"Beat him to death!"
Wen Jialun shrieked hysterically from the side, his eyes filled with madness and hatred,
as if tearing Chen Shan to pieces was the only way to vent the malice in his heart.
However, skilled martial artist though A Gan was, he was ultimately no match for Li Chao's wrath and resolve.
Facing the incoming dagger, Li Chao casually picked up a crystal ornament from the table and hurled it violently at A Gan.
The moment the ornament collided with the blade, it shattered into a flurry of countless fragments.
Through this "battleground" formed by crystal splinters, Li Chao's palm surged forward like a boulder amidst raging waves,
cutting straight through all the flashing cold light to bear down menacingly on A Gan.
A Gan's expression shifted instantly.
With astonishing reflex speed, he pulled his arm back while swinging the dagger upward in an oblique slash.
Yet Li Chao's speed was clearly superior!
The dagger stopped a mere inch from Li Chao's body, halted as if by an invisible force.
A Gan tried to thrust forward again, but couldn't budge an inch.
Because his wrist had already been locked firmly in Li Chao's five fingers, trapped as if in an iron vise.
Li Chao's movements were swift and precise, affording A Gan zero chance to counterattack, fully displaying his extraordinary strength and speed.
Before A Gan could make another move, Li Chao twisted his arm with a sudden, violent torque.
A Gan's wrist bent at an unnatural, twisted angle as he let out a miserable shriek, and the dagger fell limply to the ground.
At that moment, A Gan finally experienced the overwhelming pressure emanating from Li Chao, realizing he was entirely and effortlessly suppressed!
While A Gan might have been formidable against others, in Li Chao's eyes, he truly amounted to nothing.
Faced with Li Chao's overwhelming might, A Gan's face twisted into an expression of pain and disbelief.
He wanted to utter some words of pleading or justification, but Li Chao gave him no opportunity to speak.
"You broke my friend's leg, so today, I'm going to break yours!"
Li Chao's voice was as cold as frost, carrying a ruthless and decisive finality.
His words sounded like a chilly gale blowing from an iceberg, chilling one to the bone.
With that, Li Chao raised his right foot and kicked straight at A Gan's thigh like a fierce tiger descending a mountain!
Crack!
Crack!
Two consecutive crisp snaps rang out as both of A Gan's legs were broken.
Howling in agonizing pain, he was lifted up by the scruff of his neck and tossed out the door like trash.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
Li Chao demonstrated the true meaning of justice and vengeance through his actions.
Having finished this, Li Chao brushed the dust from his hands and redirected his gaze back toward Wen Jialun in the distance.
His piercing, cold gaze locked onto his target like a beast eyeing its prey, making Wen Jialun shiver uncontrollably.
At that moment, Wen Jialun finally grasped the terrifying danger of his situation.
He never imagined that the fellow before him could be this horrifying.
Wen Jialun's body began to tremble involuntarily, his eyes filled with terror and despair.
He understood that today, he would likely not escape unscathed.
Right at that juncture, the guest relations manager rushed over from afar, leading a contingent of hotel security guards.