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I laughed heartily, my gaze sweeping over each fervent face, my fingertips lightly brushing against the Chinese cigarette, feeling the cold metallic touch of the miniature recorder inside.
In the next moment, I would capture those secrets hidden in the darkness.
“Bang!”
I crushed the cockroach in the plastic box, its dark green juice splattering everywhere.
The surrounding noise came to an abrupt halt, and the air instantly froze.
Everyone stared at me in shock, their faces transforming from fervor to terror.
“I... I’m not eating it raw.”
I slowly spoke, my voice low yet sharp as a cold blade, slicing through the silence.
“I want you to eat this filthy thing for me.”
My gaze swept across every twisted face driven by greed.
Zhao Yuan's smile froze on her face, her plump body trembling violently like a sieve.
“Wang Zheng, what do you mean?”
Her sharp voice trembled slightly, barely perceptible.
I didn’t answer; instead, I gently tossed the Chinese cigarette toward Gao Chen, who was sitting not far away.
The cigarette butt arced through the air and landed precisely in the high-end handbag resting on Gao Chen's table.
Gao Chen, the hypocritical corporate executive, sat in the corner wearing gold-rimmed glasses, observing this farce with a cultured demeanor.
In an instant, his face turned pale.
He instinctively glanced at the handbag, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes.
“You...”
He was about to speak when I interrupted him.
“Mr. Gao, there are quite a few secrets hidden in that cigarette butt.”
I looked at him with a hint of mockery in my smile.
"For instance, those shady deals you have with Li Yan."
Gao Chen's body jolted, and he quickly glanced around to ensure no one was paying attention to our conversation.
He lowered his voice, laced with a hint of threat. "Wang Zheng, don't talk nonsense!"
I shrugged, noncommittal.
"Whether it's nonsense or not, Mr. Gao knows best."
I strolled over to him, bent down, and met his gaze directly.
"The evidence of your 'legal' means to siphon off assets from small restaurants, along with the recordings of you and Li Yan colluding to manipulate underground gambling rings, are all right here in this cigarette butt."
I gently tapped the spot where his handbag rested.
Gao Chen's face turned ashen in an instant.
He didn't expect me to tear off his disguise so directly.
"You were following me?!"
His voice was hoarse, filled with fury.
I laughed, a wild and unrestrained laugh.
"Following? No, Mr. Gao, this is called 'inviting you into the trap.'"
I straightened up and surveyed the crowd in the restaurant.
They were still buzzing about the earlier "eating live cockroaches" incident, completely oblivious to the undercurrents swirling between Gao Chen and me.
Du Rong stood not far away, her gaze complex as she watched me, her eyes flickering with confusion and curiosity.
Her slightly revealing work uniform accentuated her curves but failed to capture my attention.
Right now, all my focus was on Gao Chen.
Gao Chen took a deep breath, striving to calm his emotions as a false smile returned to his face.
"Wang Zheng, do you think this is the end?"
He sneered, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.
"Do you really think that with this little bit, you can do anything to me?"
I looked at him, fully aware that this guy was far more troublesome than I had imagined.
He had already begun to counterattack.
"You underestimate me."
A cruel smile curled at the corners of Gao Chen's mouth.
"The one you've provoked is not someone you can handle."
In his eyes, a bloodthirsty light flickered, like a furious beast ready to pounce.
A heaviness settled in my heart; indeed, there was a greater force behind him.
His mocking words pierced through me like a cold needle, stabbing into my heart.
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