Li Qiyu wiped her hands and sat back down, legs propped up on the office desk, exuding a queenly air.
"Do you think you can control me?! Kill you, and nobody will know." Mr. Chen said in panic, tearing up his list of crimes.
Li Qiyu raised her hand, and a stack of documents fluttered out, "Take your time tearing them, I have backups."
"You damned bastard." Mr. Chen became furiously ashamed, pulling out a dagger and stabbing at her—
Li Qiyu was quick to act, drawing a pistol from the drawer and pressing it to his head, "Carrying a dagger, what are you, a three-year-old kid?"
Mr. Chen's hand, held high in midair, froze, and he prepared to kill and silence her, furious beyond measure, "You... how do you have a gun!"
"I've killed before," Li Qiyu said, her finger on the trigger, cold and ruthless.
Mr. Chen squinted his eyes, not believing that a woman would dare, "Don't think you can scare me just because you have a toy gun!"
