When He Li walked into the lobby, she didn't notice Below Zero at the door. First, because Below Zero was covering his face with his hand, and second, her attention was entirely on the man beside her. The man with her was not her modeling coach, but a tall foreign black man, over two meters tall, a full head taller than He Li even in her high heels. He had a large, exaggerated cigar in his mouth. A white golf cap, quite incongruous, was perched on his large head, clearly revealing his wealthy and ostentatious nature. The foreign man was obviously completely enchanted by He Li's beauty and the deliberately demure act she put on. His chubby face was filled with a malevolent smile, showing off his white teeth. One of his large hands was firmly wrapped around He Li's slender waist, almost lifting her as they walked.
The thrill of having a beautiful woman completely under control is irresistible to men, whether from the East or the West, regardless of skin color. For this man, he was utterly lost in the paradise carefully laid out for him by He Li, so entranced he couldn't extricate himself. And for He Li, this loathsome man was nothing more than a tool, a means to provide her with enough money, luxurious jewelry, and perfume to maintain her extravagant lifestyle, nothing more.
To He Li, men and women are merely tools for each other, to be used mutually for their respective needs, and then parted ways once they're no longer useful. Below Zero was like this, her coach was like this, and now this man was no different…
As they entered, the waiters in the lobby respectfully greeted and led them to the second floor.
Only when their figures completely disappeared did Below Zero release his hand from his face.
He had pressed so hard that his fingernails left clear, blood-red marks on his forehead, his eyes also brimming with bloodshot.
That damned woman, she's moved on to another man so quickly…
Hatred surged through him like a tidal wave, completely engulfing him. He threw away his extinguished cigarette and tremblingly reached into his pocket for his phone.
Archangel, I can't wait any longer.
No matter how you do it, I need He Li gone as soon as possible!
Please, I can't tolerate this any longer…
His texts, one after another, turned into electronic signals, crossing time and space, arriving on the new phone in Mu Zi's hands, who was just above Below Zero in the building.
In a luxurious private room, Mu Zi watched Below Zero's expressions through a new, advanced infrared telescope, while indifferently deleting the messages on his phone one by one.
It wasn't until his fingers were sore that Below Zero stopped.
The phone was silent, no reply from Archangel.
He began to dial, but each time was met with a message that the other party was not available to answer.
The Angels of Death no longer wanted to contact him.
For some reason, they might have given up on this mission.
Despair, like the night, spread across the city's sky. Below Zero suddenly felt engulfed in darkness.
Then, the darkness began to change color, gradually turning into a thick blood red.
If I can't rely on others, then I might as well rely on myself.
Even if it leads to mutual destruction, I have enough insurance for Zhen to live happily for the rest of her life.
In that case, I can die with my eyes closed, as compensation to Zhen…
Whether it was deep love or the powerful magic of hatred that drove him, almost in an instant after knowing Archangel decided not to help, he made up his mind.
His phone silently fell to the ground.
Below Zero didn't even glance at the phone on the ground; he straightened up and walked determinedly towards his car, his steps resolute.
But just then, the silent phone rang. The stubborn ringtone continued non-stop on the ground.
Below Zero stopped, turned around, picked up the phone, and opened the message. It was from Archangel:
I've already seen Zhen.
Below Zero paused for a moment before replying: The one I want you to take care of is He Li.
Archangel replied quickly: Understood. But I don't like being deceived by employers.
Below Zero: We're just in an employer-employee relationship.
Archangel: Understood. Pity I'm a person who adheres to principles.
Below Zero: What are your principles?
Archangel: Not to kill those who shouldn't be killed. Not to kill for untrustworthy employers.
Below Zero: You're implying I'm not trustworthy.
Archangel: You've never been willing to tell me you're already married, and He Li is just your mistress.
Below Zero: Have you decided to abandon our deal?
Archangel: Are you willing to pay the price for your deception?
Below Zero: What price?
Archangel: I'm a businessman, so any price can be converted into a fee.
Below Zero: Name your price then.
Archangel: Fifty thousand.
Fifty thousand, what does that amount mean?
How many nights and keystrokes would his wife have to endure to earn that much?
Below Zero squinted his eyes, looking up at the colorful night sky, his expression gradually hardening.
Then he typed swiftly:
You're not only principled but also greedy. So, the deal is off.
Then, he closed his phone and walked forward...
The deal is off?
So, are you planning to do it yourself?
Watching Below Zero's retreating figure, Mu Zi twirled his hair in front of his forehead, a cold smile playing on his lips…
In the private room next to Mu Zi's, He Li and the black man, Bennie, sat opposite each other. The room was dark except for two large red candles casting a dim light on a golden candlestick.
Candlelight, fine wine, and a beautiful woman.
The beauty was sitting across from him, so close, her charming face rosy and her skin white and delicate, emitting a captivating luster in the dim light. Especially her perfectly proportioned figure, which was irresistibly alluring.
Bennie was somewhat intoxicated, unable to distinguish whether it was from the wine or from being lovesick.
He held his glass with a smile, his lips moistened by the fragrant red wine, suddenly feeling that even the emperors of ancient China couldn't have lived better than this.
He extended a large hand, making a summoning gesture.
He Li obediently stood up and threw herself into his arms, sitting on his large thigh.
Her eyes were like those of a siren, watery and emitting a seductive glow, her red lips slightly parted, breathing like orchids near Bennie's ear.
Her alluring body scent made Bennie tremble uncontrollably, gripping his wine glass tightly to prevent it from slipping.
He Li laughed, a laugh so gentle and charming.
Suddenly, she extended a slender hand, placing it on Bennie's open shirt, revealing his glossy black chest, then began to caress it like a snake.
Bang, Bennie's wine glass finally fell to the ground, onto the red Turkish carpet, the red wine spilling everywhere…