Chapter 97: Temptation with Profit

Chapter 97: Temptation by Profit

"Three million? My life is actually worth only this much?!"

Li Jun’s eyelids twitched incessantly. "How did you assess it? You didn't make a mistake, did you?"

How would Qi Zhu dare to answer at a time like this? She lowered her head, intending to smash her forehead against the floor, but a warm palm gently caught her.

"Enough. I don't want my secretary doing work with a head full of blood."

Li Jun handed the electronic dossier containing the Security Department's account information to Qi Zhu, watching as she used every ounce of strength to smash it into a pile of fragments on the ground.

"I thought at worst it would be 'the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked,' but I never expected I was still thinking too simply. After using the knife to kill, they actually have to wipe the blood clean, put a scabbard on it, and sell it to someone else."

"Gu Yong, you really are calculating to the bone."

Li Jun stood up, raising his head to gaze at the ceiling above. That was the highest point of the entire Shu Dao Logistics Group.

The twelfth floor, the pinnacle symbolizing all walks of life.

The killing intent surging in Li Jun's words made Qi Zhu, who had barely managed to prop herself up, break out in a cold sweat. Her figure swayed, nearly collapsing again.

The woman gritted her teeth, her sharp fingertips digging once more into her palm, already a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

The bone-piercing pain finally restored a few shreds of clarity to her listless spirit. Only then did she speak softly: "Director, is there anything else you need me to do?"

Although Qi Zhu's face was still haggard, her eyes now held a hint of their former sharpness and capability.

The moment she chose to reveal Gu Yong and Gu Jia's schemes, the woman had chosen to betray Shu Dao Logistics.

Though Gu Yong terrified her equally, the man before her—seemingly reckless and brainless, yet actually exuding a bandit's ferocity, seeing through everything—filled her with even greater dread.

Even now, a faint premonition stirred in the depths of Qi Zhu's heart: between the Gu family and Li Jun, who was truly playing whom as a toy was still very much uncertain.

Li Jun looked at Qi Zhu, who had regained her composure in such a short time, and couldn't help but reveal a look of admiration.

No wonder Gu Jia relied so heavily on this woman. Just this resilience and decisive ruthlessness were beyond ordinary men.

"You haven't been away from the Group for long. You should still know what is most important to the Group right now, correct?"

Qi Zhu blurted out without hesitation: "The Patriarch's recommendation."

"Exactly."

Li Jun raised an eyebrow slightly. "I need you to find out exactly how much Shu Dao Logistics has paid in 'filial tribute' to those bigwigs during this period. Names, amounts, flow of funds—everything must be crystal clear. The faster, the better."

This is to dig up dirt on the Gu family?!

A thought flashed through Qi Zhu's mind, and the next second she expelled it. "No problem. I can hand you the register within a day."

"Make it clean. Don't leave any traces. Especially Qian Zhongxiao—this man is not simple."

Just thinking of Qian Zhongxiao's obsequious, smiling face gave Li Jun a headache.

This man was truly a nuisance. It seemed he would have to find an opportunity to deal with him.

Thinking to this point, Li Jun placed the bank card he had just obtained into the woman's hand. "The Emperor doesn't starve his soldiers. Since you've chosen to work for me, I won't treat you badly."

"Right now, I call the shots in the Security Department. You have free rein to operate. How much escape money you can scrape together depends on your own ability. When things are settled here, we part ways, each to our own destiny."

Qi Zhu pressed her lips tight. She didn't know when the "settled" Li Jun spoke of would be, nor did she have the mind to ponder it.

But the words "scrape together escape money" instantly dispersed the deeply hidden, desperate thought of mutual destruction in her heart.

Even if she had no fortune to enjoy it, at least her family could leave Shu territory and live wealthy lives.

"This time it was Qian Zhongxiao who caught your handle, but he is doing the same thing right now. If you want to vent this anger, I can withstand the pressure from Gu Yong's side."

"The Director's secretary is on par with a Section Chief. If it's internal infighting within the Group, he is no match for me."

Qi Zhu's voice was very calm, yet carried absolute confidence.

"Since you're confident, that's good."

Having said this, Li Jun watched the woman cross her hands at her waist and perform a deep curtsy, retreating backward in small steps while facing him.

Only when she reached the office door did Qi Zhu straighten up, meticulously wiping the fresh blood from her hands and the tear stains from her face, then suddenly raising her hand to slap herself twice across the face.

*Slap! Slap!*

That slightly pale face instantly flushed a deep crimson. The woman then pulled her collar lower, revealing a swath of eye-catching, alluring skin.

Only after doing all this did Qi Zhu push the door open and walk out under Li Jun's astonished gaze, her legs trembling, staggering with every three steps.

As Qi Zhu inched along the wall out of the Director's office, Qian Zhongxiao, who had been gazing from the ninth-floor railing for a long time, finally withdrew his gaze, letting out a disdainful sneer.

"I wondered what deep, unfathomable character she was. Turns out she's just a lust-addled pig."

Qian Zhongxiao did not notice that, after he turned away, a bone-deep hatred suddenly erupted in Qi Zhu's eyes, which had been filled with deathly qi.

Inside the office, Li Jun was utterly unaware that Qi Zhu and Qian Zhongxiao had just completed their first exchange.

He was currently looking down at the external communication terminal on his wrist. On the screen, a crow avatar was jumping incessantly.

"Crow Hua? What does he want with me?"

Li Jun hadn't been to the Crow Clinic in a long time. Even when he was severely injured during the Yang family's operation, he chose to be treated at Shu Dao Logistics.

He had been deliberately distancing himself from this grandfather-grandson pair.

On one hand, there were too many people watching him openly and secretly. If he got too close to Crow Hua and them, it would easily drag them into it.

Neither Crow Hua nor Crow Duoduo were Sequencers. Relying on the clinic's petty mechanisms, any slightly tougher Grade Nine Mechanical Bone soldier could easily slaughter them.

On the other hand, last time when Crow Duoduo pressed Li Jun about his promotion speed, Crow Hua had suddenly shouted her down, his expression extremely agitated.

Li Jun wasn't an idiot. He had naturally guessed that the grandfather-grandson pair's identities were probably not simple, and likely related to the Martial Dao Sequence. Otherwise, why would they be so interested in his promotion speed?

And Crow Duoduo, at such a young age, actually had such profound attainments in the flesh and body. This was highly unusual.

Connecting this series of anomalies, the identities of this grandfather-grandson pair were already on the verge of being revealed.

"They're probably survivors of some destroyed Martial Dao sect. This time they're looking for me—could it be they've taken a fancy to my aptitude and want me to inherit their legacy, help them rebuild their sect?"

Li Jun shook his head, bewildered, fiddling with the Xi Qinglang in his hand as he wandered aimlessly through the alleyways of Ghost Street, thin as capillaries.

Only after confirming there was no tail behind him did he turn into the alley where the Crow Clinic was located.

Under the eaves, a thin old man had long been waiting with bated breath.