"Let me ask you something. Do you know Lin Qingwan?" Ye Fei leaned back on the chair and took out a cigarette from the box on the desk, coldly staring at Chen Han.

Chen Han's face was pale. "No... I don't," he shook his head.

Ye Fei took a picture out from his pocket. It was a photo of a pure and lovely Lin Qingwan in a white summer dress. "What about her? You must know her."

When Chen Han looked at this picture, his expression immediately changed. His face was white as snow and his body teetered like he was about to pa.s.s out.

If Chen Han would have actually fainted, it would be difficult to find out where the videos were.　

"Come here." Ye Fei stood up and grabbed Chen Han's injured arm, using his thumb to press an acupuncture point on his upper arm. With his other hand, he tore off a strip of cloth from Chen Han's s.h.i.+rt and used it as a tourniquet, mercilessly tightening it a few inches above the wound.

The bleeding stopped almost immediately.

Ye Fei had learned this first aid method on the battlefield. Although brutal, it was very effective.　

Color slowly returned to Chen Han's face. He lay limp and silent on the floor.

"Say something!" Ye Fei kicked him. "But if you bulls.h.i.+t me, I'll stab you again."

Chen Han knew he was dealing with a true killer. If he did not to tell him the truth, he could actually die. "Bro, we've been secretly filming this chick. Keep it cool, man," he whispered.

"You're smart to tell me the truth. You know I won't hesitate to kill you." Ye Fei sighed. Seems he really had the right person. Chen Han was not just an accomplice, but the one who had organized the entire plot.

"Where are the videos?" Ye Fei asked coldly.

"They... They are all on the computer!" Chen Han stammered.

"Where else?" Ye Fei yanked the letter opener out of Chen Han's arm, causing him to howl in pain.

"No-nowhere! I just recently copied the videos! Even Fire Dragon hasn't seen them yet!" Chen Han lay on the ground with sweat trickling down his forehead, breathing heavily.

Looking at his miserable appearance, Ye Fei knew he wasn't lying. "I'll let you live today, but if I ever find out you have other copies, I will make you feel even more miserable than you do now, trust me."

Ye Fei stood up and walked to the door. Earlier, he thought he would have to talk to Fire Dragon himself if he wanted to solve this situation, but it seemed he got lucky.

Just then, voices came from beyond the door, "Chen Han, Mister Xue is here. Give him the USB drive so we can complete our deal."

"Hey, thank you, Fire Dragon. You've really done me a huge favor with this. I will have to buy you a few drinks one of these days."

Thinking of how the proud and beautiful chairwoman, Lin Qingwan, would be at his mercy once he had those videos, Xue Bing revealed a wretched smirk.

However, when the office door was opened, Fire Dragon, Xue Bing, and the bodyguards behind them were stunned by what they saw inside.

There was blood all over the floor and Chen Han was lying in the middle of it, his face pale. There was another young man in the office besides him, holding a sharp letter opener and showing Fire Dragon and Xue Bing a cold and fearless glare.

Fire Dragon was a man in his mid-thirties, with red hair and a c.o.c.ky temperament.

"What's going on here?!"

"Fire Dragon, help... Save me!" Chen Han groaned before fainting from the excitement.

"Ye Fei! What are you doing here?" Xue Bing was stunned to see Lin Qingwan's bodyguard. His first instinct was to run for it, but he felt a little rea.s.sured with Fire Dragon by his side.

Fire Dragon turned to Xue Bing with a frown. "You know this guy?"

"Brother, this is that woman's bodyguard! I don't know what he's doing here, I have nothing to do with him!" Xue Bing shook his head. "Brother, you have to get him. If he escapes, I'm finished!"　

"Huh." Fire Dragon raised a hand, signaling his bodyguards to rush in and spread out in front of Ye Fei.

Ye Fei frowned, glancing around the room. Finally, he locked eyes with Xue Bing and sneered, "So, Xue Bing is the man behind all this."

"I do not know you, and I do not want to fight with you," he said to Fire Dragon. "Give him to me, and I'll leave."

"Are you f.u.c.king kidding me? Who do you think you are?!" Fire Dragon bellowed, "Do you even know where you are? You sneak into my s.p.a.ce, hit my right-hand man, and you think you can give me terms of surrender? I'm gonna kill you, a.s.shole!"

Ye Fei didn't want to waste time talking to Fire Dragon. He started walking directly toward Xue Bing.

Fire Dragon roared, "Take him down!"

A tall bodyguard stepped forward, throwing a palm strike at Ye Fei.

Common thugs fought with their fists or feet, but this bodyguard used his palms. He definitely knew some martial arts.

Ye Fei just jabbed the letter opener into his palm, the blood-stained tip sticking out the back of his hand.

"Ah!!!" The man screamed, grabbing his wounded hand.

Ye Fei proceeded to kick him squarely in the chest, sending him rolling across the floor, still screaming, to knock down a couple of the other bodyguards behind him.