If someone had told Fang Yang a week ago that a person could single-handedly break into Hongyun’s headquarters and effortlessly steal the one-of-a-kind PIAGET watch, he would have sent them to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

Never mind the dozens of security layers at Hongyun. He refused to believe that this priceless item, something he had spent countless resources to acquire, had vanished right under his nose.

This watch was a gift he had given to Chen ge as a token of his succession.

So when the long, piercing alarm sound came through his infrared earphone, signaling the breach, Fang Yang was undoubtedly shocked.

“Yang Ge!”

Fang Yang waved his hand, and more than a dozen bodyguards in dark uniforms turned, rushing up the stairs with swift, synchronized movements. The sound of their boots echoed evenly in the quiet night.

Fang Yang coldly ordered Liao Qiu, “Station guards at all elevator exits, cut the power to the top floor, lock the doors!”

Even if the person had taken the watch, they wouldn’t have gotten away in under a minute. There was no way they’d escape from Hongyun.

He let out a faint smile, the corners of his lips curving slightly. He hoped this thief would be more entertaining this time.

He entered the study on the top floor, where a crowd of people was already gathered. He looked around and saw the secret door on the wall was wide open, revealing an empty room.

“So many people, and we can’t catch a mere thief?” Fang Yang sneered coldly, flicking his fingers to take out a cigarette from his side pocket. Liao Qiu quickly lit it for him, and the spark disappeared in an instant. Fang Yang took a slow drag, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room like a hawk sizing up its prey.

Everyone shuddered involuntarily, lowering their heads in silence.

“Yang Ge, when they came up, there was no one in the room… They must have escaped.” Liao Qiu hesitated before speaking, but saw that Fang Yang’s expression didn’t change much. His heart sank. That blank look likely meant he was truly angry.

Fang Yang exhaled a breath and crushed the cigarette between his fingers. His gaze swept over his subordinates, his voice cold as ice. “Escaped? Great… Now this place has become a free-for-all! All this security, and it’s completely useless?!”

A deadly silence followed. Everyone silently cursed the thief’s ancestors.

Liao Qiu had been with him for many years, and at this moment, he carefully said, “This person must have entered secretly. The security didn’t notice anything. This could be the work of someone from that old man’s side, someone targeting you.”

Fang Yang was silent for a moment, then sneered. With a wave of his hand, he gave a firm order, “They probably haven’t gone far. Get out there and chase them down, dead or alive. The watch must be returned!”

The crowd responded in unison. At this moment, they all understood the stakes. Who didn’t know that this was the watch their boss had given to Chen ge? Losing it would mean a huge mess!

Just as everyone was heading toward the door, Fang Yang suddenly spoke again. “Ah Qun, come here, I have something to say.”

There was no immediate response from the crowd. Fang Yang, growing impatient, called again, “Ah Qun!”

A man from the crowd quickly pushed through, adjusting the night vision goggles on his nose, nodding and bowing, “Yang Ge!”

Fang Yang took a deep drag on his cigarette, casually crushing it out on the rosewood table, before turning to gaze out the window at the night scene. With apparent indifference, he said, “Catch him.”

Everything happened in an instant.

Following orders had almost become their instinct, and in the blink of an eye, six dark gun barrels simultaneously aimed at Ah Qun, “Ya… Yang ge…” he stammered in fear.

Fang Yang’s expression was hard to make out in the darkness, but the predatory glint in his eyes was unmistakable. “We don’t have anyone named ‘Ah Qun’ here.”

“Ah Qun” froze. “Yang Ge… I…”

“You’re clever, huh? Took the watch but didn’t run, stayed here to watch me make a fool of myself?”

“I… I couldn’t run…” “Ah Qun” forced an awkward laugh. “You’ve got everything locked down tight… it’s like a net trapping me…”

“Oh?” Fang Yang extended his hand. “Then give it back to me. It should still be on you, right? ‘Ah Qun.'”

“Ah Qun” nodded repeatedly and bent down, reaching into his pants pocket. Seeing this, everyone let their guard down, assuming he was about to hand over the stolen item.

But before they could even exhale in relief, he suddenly crouched low. His right hand swept up, pulling out a silver gun with the COLT logo gleaming under the light.

A burst of gunfire erupted, three shots in quick succession. The six men blocking his path collapsed instantly, and a painting on the back wall shattered into pieces. A stray bullet fired in the chaos flew into the corner, missing its mark entirely.

Two shots, six men down. Such power, such marksmanship.

Fang Yang’s eyes narrowed.

KING COBRA! The legendary premium revolver.

His veins slightly pulsed, and he couldn’t help but grip the area near his waist.

“Don’t let him escape! Capture him!” Liao Qiu commanded. The well-trained guards quickly formed a human wall, and the sound of hurried footsteps filled the hallway. The gunshots had alerted everyone. Once reinforcements arrived, there would be no escape.

“Ah Qun” sidestepped a bodyguard who was closing in, then delivered a backhand punch to another man’s jaw. The man staggered, trembling, and fell to the ground, but not a single scream was heard. A few others drew their guns, but he swiftly swept his leg to knock one aside, then used his hands to push off, leaping gracefully over a one-meter wide desk. At almost the same moment, a barrage of gunfire hit the solid rosewood desk, the smell of gunpowder thick in the air.

He took a deep breath behind the desk. Four bullets left, thirteen people…

Damn it, I’m going all in! He gritted his teeth, sprang up, and shot directly at the chandelier on the ceiling. The large Austrian crystal chandelier plummeted to the ground, forcing even the most experienced bodyguards to retreat. This was his chance!

He jumped sideways, firing two more shots, and several men collapsed to the floor. With no obstacles in his path, his left hand reached the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Bang!

A potted plant two meters away was blown into the air, rising nearly a meter high. The impact was so fierce that the sound of shattering barely registered. A single shot had pulverized it, sending a burst of flames into the air. This was no ordinary gunshot. The explosion was on par with a mini artillery shell!

Only modified MAGNUM rounds could deliver such a high-explosive force. A human body was no match against it. Only a fool would try to face it head-on.

And of course, he wasn’t a fool.

So, he slowly lowered his gun and straightened up.

To his left, another gun still smoking was aimed at his head.

No one knew when Fang Yang had made his move, and no one saw the fleeting blaze in his eyes.

“Heh… Desert Eagle.” He glanced sideways, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “As the name suggests.”

IMI’s DESERT EAGLE, the legendary handgun!

To encounter such a famed gun under these circumstances!

“Flattering,” Fang Yang replied coldly, his smile chilling as he slowly advanced, gun in hand. “Your gun only has one bullet left. Are you still going to continue?”

The man looked at him sideways, still wearing his night-vision goggles. Fang Yang couldn’t see his face, or the crafty, world-weary look in his eyes. “Why not?” He even whistled.

Everyone was enraged, but Fang Yang only smiled. “You’re a brave kid!” Fang Yang wasn’t one to show mercy. As he spoke, his finger slowly pressed the trigger. “Such a pity about your King Cobra.”

“Maybe not.” The man grinned wickedly and kissed his gun. “It doesn’t want me dead! Also—” he added, “I hate it when people point guns at my head!”

The moment the words left his mouth, his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly lifted. He aimed at the floor-to-ceiling window and fired.

A sharp crack echoed as the tempered glass shattered, and a rush of cold wind swept through the room. In the blink of an eye, he stepped onto the window frame, blew a kiss toward Fang Yang, and leaped straight out!

This was the 28th floor! Everyone was stunned.

Even Fang Yang was taken aback for a few seconds before rushing to the window. He peered out into the vast night. Nothing. No trace of him. How could someone just vanish into thin air?

No, he hadn’t disappeared!

A barely visible, discarded cable stretched across to the slightly lower rooftop of the office building opposite. The man spun around, grabbed the silver thread, his special non-slip gloves squeaking against the cable as he swung unsteadily in mid-air, one slip away from smashing to pieces. But he didn’t falter. In an instant, he slid to the nearby rooftop, grabbed the railing with one hand, and somersaulted neatly onto the floor.

Fang Yang was momentarily taken aback before nodding in appreciation. This man had clearly planned for a quick escape if things went south.

The man steadied himself, casually tore off the black uniform he was wearing, and tossed it aside. He pulled a Swiss Army knife from the multi-use pocket of his tight pants, knelt on one knee, and swiftly cut the connecting cable. Then, with a smile, he looked up at Fang Yang and gave a grand wave.

“Yang ge, tell them to chase him!” The group watching from behind was furious. How could they let him come and go as he pleases at Hongyun?!

“No need.” Fang Yang snorted. “Let him run for now. Catching him again won’t be so easy.”

He stood before the shattered window, the wind pushing his short, stiff hair back. Looking down at the man, he let out a genuine laugh for the first time.

This dangerous man. Heh…

Then, Fang Yang raised his hand and make a few gestures.

The man on the rooftop hesitated, momentarily puzzled. What? Had Fang Yang lost his mind? His smile stiffened as he focused on Fang Yang’s hands.

“Morse code?” He frowned, concentrating as Fang Yang spelled out each word clearly. “You—Got—A—Fake…”

Silence lingered for five seconds before his face turned dark. “Damn it!!” He spat and, without caring if anyone above could see, raised his middle finger at the window.

“You’ve got guts, Fang Yang!” he cursed.

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TN: One locked chapter will be unlocked every week.