Chapter Twenty-Four: Securing the Order

Xiao Wang’s face was deathly pale; he clutched his chest tightly with both hands, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared fixedly at the man in black before him. Bright red blood gushed out between his fingers, rapidly staining his originally pristine white shirt.

The man in black had eyes like ice. Without a moment’s hesitation, a cold gleam flashed from the dagger in his hand as he lunged fiercely at Duan Fei once more.

At the critical moment, a burly figure surged forward like a bolt of black lightning, positioning himself firmly in front of Duan Fei.

"Qiang!" Duan Fei cried out in alarm.

"Clang!" A crisp sound erupted as the dagger collided violently with metal, the piercing noise echoing through the air. Qiang had arrived just in time, using his self-defense spray to skillfully parry the assassin's lethal strike.

"Director Duan, get out of here!" Qiang roared, his voice booming through the room like a bell, as he began to grapple intensely with the killer, using the spray as his weapon.

The assassin was agile, every move ruthless and deadly, like a ferocious panther. Although Qiang had received professional training, he found it difficult to hold his ground against such a vicious killer. The office was instantly reduced to chaos; documents scattered like snowflakes, and the computer screens flickered with blinding light, as if trembling in response to the harrowing battle.

Hiding behind her desk, Duan Fei felt her heart pounding violently, as if it were about to burst from her chest. She had never imagined she would be thrust into such a life-or-death crisis.

Outside, the faint sound of sirens could be heard, like a glimmer of dawn in the darkness. However, the assassin clearly had no intention of giving up; his eyes burned with fierce, murderous intent as he locked his gaze on Duan Fei, as if he would not stop until his goal was achieved.

"If you want to hurt my boss, you'll have to go through me first!" Qiang shouted, lunging forward like a tiger descending a mountain, using all his strength to shove the assassin away.

"Director Duan, call the police!" Qiang shouted anxiously while desperately fending off the assassin's rapid-fire attacks.

With trembling hands, Duan Fei pulled out her phone and quickly dialed the emergency number.

Just then, the assassin feinted, tricking Qiang before moving like a ghost to bypass him and close in on Duan Fei.

"Ah!" Duan Fei screamed in terror, instinctively closing her eyes.

However, the searing pain she expected never came. Confused, Duan Fei slowly opened her eyes to see Bei Mo, who had appeared before her like a god of war, his hand firmly gripping the assassin's wrist.

"Bei Mo..." Duan Fei murmured, momentarily forgetting the danger she was in.

Bei Mo’s gaze was as cold as frost. He cast a chilling glance at the assassin and twisted his wrist with a sudden burst of force. A sharp "crack" echoed through the room as the assassin’s wrist snapped.

"Feifei, are you alright?" Bei Mo asked with concern, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry.

Duan Fei shook her head slightly, though she could not fully recover from the shock.

Bei Mo swept his gaze across the room with the cold precision of an eagle. "It seems some people won't shed tears until they see the coffin," he said in a low voice.

The sirens grew louder, sounding like a death knell. Realizing his mission had failed completely, the assassin glared viciously at Duan Fei, turned, and bolted for the door.

How could Bei Mo let him escape so easily? With a flash of movement, he delivered a swift roundhouse kick like a black whirlwind, sending the assassin flying. The man slammed heavily against the wall with a dull thud and slumped to the floor, unconscious.

"It's over," Bei Mo said gently, patting Duan Fei on the shoulder. His voice carried a magical, calming quality.

Duan Fei finally regained her composure and nodded, still shaken.

Just then, a faint groan came from Xiao Wang. Remembering the wounded man, Duan Fei hurried over to check on him.

"Xiao Wang, how are you?" Duan Fei asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, Director Duan, it’s just... it just hurts," Xiao Wang said weakly, his face as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he clutched his wound.

"Qiang, get Xiao Wang to the hospital, quickly!" Duan Fei commanded decisively.

Qiang nodded promptly, carefully helping Xiao Wang up, and hurried out of the office.

Looking at the wreckage of her office, Duan Fei took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. This sudden attack made her realize how dangerous her situation truly was.

"Feifei, have you offended anyone lately?" Bei Mo walked over to her and asked softly, his voice full of concern.

Duan Fei shook her head slowly. She had been completely focused on company affairs and had made no enemies.

"It seems someone doesn't want you to have an easy time," Bei Mo said, his eyes deep as an abyss and his tone cold enough to freeze.

Duan Fei remained silent. She knew Bei Mo was right, but she couldn't fathom who would want her dead so badly.

Just then, her phone rang—it was a client.

Duan Fei glanced at Bei Mo and, after a moment of hesitation, answered the call.

"Director Duan, we have decided to cooperate with your company!" the client’s excited voice came through the line.

Duan Fei was stunned for a moment, followed by a flash of wild joy. This order was a godsend; with it, the company could survive the current crisis.

"Thank you, thank you so much! We will do our absolute best!" Duan Fei’s voice trembled with excitement.

After hanging up, she was so thrilled she couldn't help but jump, instinctively throwing her arms around Bei Mo.

"We did it! We succeeded!"

Bei Mo was startled by the sudden hug, but a gratified smile soon appeared on his face. He gently patted her back and said softly, "Congratulations, Feifei."

Duan Fei suddenly realized her lack of decorum, quickly pulled away, and laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I was just too excited."

"It's alright," Bei Mo said, looking at her with tender indulgence.

"By the way, that assassin just now..." Duan Fei suddenly remembered the terrifying scene.

"I've called the police; they will be here soon," Bei Mo replied.

Duan Fei nodded, yet for some reason, a lingering sense of unease remained. She felt there was a larger conspiracy behind this, far more complex than it appeared.

"Feifei, don't worry, I will always protect you," Bei Mo said, as if reading her mind, his voice firm.

Looking into his rock-solid gaze, a wave of warmth washed over her. Perhaps, with him by her side, she truly had nothing to fear.

The sirens drew closer, their piercing wail shattering the silence of the night.

As she watched the flashing police lights, a sudden, ominous premonition rose in her heart.

She turned to look at Bei Mo, took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, and instantly transformed back into the cool, capable businesswoman.

She returned to the negotiation table with poise, using precise, professional terminology and vivid, practical case studies to explain her proposal once more. Her tone carried an undeniable, powerful authority.

The client was completely won over by her sincerity and professionalism, and they signed the agreement on the spot without hesitation.

"Yeah! We did it!" Xiao Wang was the first to jump up, waving his fists in excitement.

The other employees cheered as well, the atmosphere of joy flooding the office like a tide.

"Director Duan, you were amazing!" "We finally landed the big contract!" The employees crowded around her, expressing their delight.

Duan Fei was deeply moved by the warm atmosphere, a bright smile breaking across her face. It felt as if all her hard work had finally received its perfect reward.

Bei Mo stood to the side, watching Duan Fei surrounded by the crowd. Her smile was so dazzling, like the warmest ray of winter sunlight, that it warmed his heart as well.

He took a step forward, wanting to join her and share in the joy. However, Duan Fei caught sight of him and gave him a fleeting, indifferent glance, as if he were a complete stranger, before turning her gaze away.

A trace of subtle loss and sadness flickered in Bei Mo’s eyes; the distance between them seemed to have grown even deeper without them realizing it.

The air grew heavy and bitter, almost suffocating.

Just as Duan Fei was basking in her success, the office door was suddenly kicked open with a loud "bang."

A familiar figure appeared before them once more.

It was the same assassin Bei Mo had knocked out earlier. His eyes were colder now, like a demon from hell filled with bloodthirsty intent. He stared fixedly at Duan Fei, like a wolf waiting to devour its prey.

The atmosphere in the office froze instantly. The cheering stopped, replaced by a hair-raising, dead silence.

Duan Fei’s smile vanished. She instinctively stepped back, pressing herself against the wall.

Seeing this, Qiang reacted instantly, shielding Duan Fei like a black barrier and adopting a standard, professional defensive stance.

"You all... you all deserve to die!" the assassin rasped, his voice filled with endless malice.

He slowly drew a dagger from his waist. The blade flashed with a cold, lethal glint under the lights, radiating the scent of death.

"Protect Director Duan!" Qiang shouted, his voice firm and powerful, echoing through the room like a bell.

Duan Fei looked at the murderous man before her, a wave of intense, chilling dread washing over her. She gripped her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms, though she was entirely unaware of the pain.