Chapter 6865
The Den of Sin
Xiao Chen's every move exuded elegance and composure, a kind of oppressive aura ingrained in his very being, forged from long-term exposure to the pinnacle of power.
This aura was like an invisible whirlwind, swirling around him and drawing the attention of several working women returning home late.
They were drawn to Xiao Chen's unique charm, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.
One of the bold, wavy-haired women, dressed in a sexy red dress, swayed forward like a flame blooming in the night sky.
Her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, and she said in a coquettish voice, "Sir, you also work at the Nanlai Group?"
The night is just right, how about we grab a drink together?
As she spoke, her slender fingers, carrying a tentative warmth, were about to touch Xiao Chen's chest, as if she wanted to use this method to shorten the distance between them.
However, Xiao Chen simply turned slightly to the side, easily avoiding her touch. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
Xiao Chen moved slightly, his movements light yet precise as if he had practiced countless times, perfectly avoiding the tentative and ambiguous touch.
His gaze, like a sharp sword, swept swiftly across the other person's meticulously groomed face.
The makeup was impeccable, with foundation evenly covering the skin, and eyeshadow and blush complementing each other perfectly, outlining a seemingly flawless face.
However, in Xiao Chen's eyes, all of this was nothing but a facade. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a cold frost that kept people at arm's length, like the coldest wind in winter, making people shudder.
He coldly uttered two words: "Get out of here."
The voice was cold and resolute, devoid of any emotion.
The woman's smile froze instantly, like a blooming flower suddenly frozen in ice.
A flicker of embarrassment and annoyance crossed her eyes. She reluctantly withdrew her hand, muttering under her breath, "What are you pretending for!"
The voice was soft, but it carried obvious dissatisfaction and jealousy.
Then, she stomped her high heels on the ground, the "tap-tap-tap" sound seeming to be an outburst of her anger.
She hastily retreated into the night, her figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, leaving only a pungent perfume scent lingering in the air.
Xiao Chen ignored the little incident, as if nothing had happened.
His gaze returned to the document in his hand, the handwriting clearly visible under the light, as if telling a story unknown to others.
A cold, emotionless smile curved his lips, a smile filled with mockery and resolute determination.
He strode toward the brightly lit yet eerily imposing entrance to the building, each step firm and powerful, as if announcing his arrival to the entire structure.
"Di Lang, your peaceful days are over."
Xiao Chen silently recited to himself, his eyes revealing a firmness and confidence.
He knew that from this moment on, a fierce contest was about to begin, and he was fully prepared.
Clothes make the man; this saying is absolutely true.
Xiao Chen's meticulously tailored cloth clothes, though seemingly simple, exude a unique temperament and charm.
It's like a silent pass, commanding the respect of those around him.
When he approached the security personnel, their faces immediately lit up with professional, respectful smiles, as if they were seeing a distinguished guest. Without the slightest hesitation, they gave Xiao Chen the green light all the way, opening the doors to the building's interior.
Upon reaching the front desk, the young female receptionist's gaze was instantly drawn to Xiao Chen as he approached.
She met Xiao Chen's deep gaze, a gaze that seemed to possess an invisible magic, causing her cheeks to involuntarily flush red, like the sunset on the horizon.
Her gaze began to dart away, avoiding Xiao Chen's eyes. Her voice softened, carrying a hint of nervousness and shyness: "Sir, who are you looking for?"
"Marketing department, I have an appointment."
Xiao Chen's voice was deep and magnetic, like the melodious sound of a cello, echoing in the air.
The voice seemed to possess a magical power, causing the receptionist girl to feel a slight, involuntary flutter in her heartbeat.
She hurriedly replied, "The marketing department is on the 6th floor. Just turn left after you get off the elevator... Should I let you know?"
Her voice carried a hint of expectation, hoping she could do something for Xiao Chen.
“No need,” Xiao Chen tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile that held an indescribable mystery.
“We’re old classmates, so it’s perfect… to give him a surprise.”
This fleeting smile was like a pebble thrown into the center of a lake, creating ripples in the otherwise calm heart of the receptionist.
The girl felt her heart suddenly race, her cheeks burning as if they were on fire, and the blush quickly spread to her ears.
When she finally mustered the courage, her face flushed, to ask for his contact information, she was shocked to find that the tall figure in front of her had already vanished into the small space as quickly as the elevator doors closed, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible aura and endless melancholy in the girl's heart.
Inside the elevator, the soft yet bright lights illuminated Xiao Chen's cold and resolute face.
Without hesitation, his finger pressed the button for the 20th floor; the swift and decisive movement seemed to announce an impending operation.
The information Di Tianyan provided was clear and precise, like a beacon in the darkness, guiding him in the right direction: Di Lang's lair was located on the top floor, the 29th floor, of this building.
Above the 20th floor lies an invisible barrier, a forbidden zone accessible only with a special pass. It is heavily guarded, like an impregnable fortress, separating ordinary people from Di Lang's world.
With a soft "ding," the elevator came to a steady stop on the 20th floor.
Xiao Chen walked out of the elevator with a calm and unhurried pace and headed towards the end of the corridor.
His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step seemingly on the beat of time, steady and powerful.
Reaching the restroom at the end of the corridor, he gently pushed open the door. After confirming that no one was inside, his eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's, as if they could pierce through any obstacle.
He moved with lightning speed, appearing like a ghost in front of the heavy frosted glass window of the bathroom.
Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly struck, his palm slamming into the glass window like a hammer.
With a loud crash, the seemingly sturdy frosted glass window shattered, and countless shards of glass fell like snowflakes, shimmering blindingly in the light.
Xiao Chen stretched out his body, like a lithe eagle, and stood firmly on the narrow windowsill outside the 20th floor. (End of Chapter)