The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1411 Yunrui's Sincere Dedication: Doomsday

When the guard pushed open the banquet hall door at the end of the corridor, the cacophony of heavy metal music surged in like a tidal wave, mixed with the smells of alcohol, cigars, and cheap perfume, making Gu Yunxi subconsciously frown.

The light from the crystal chandelier was so bright it was hard to open one's eyes. Men and women in floral shirts and leather jackets danced wildly with heavily made-up women in their arms. Empty wine bottles were scattered on the table, and red wine dripped down the edge of the table onto the carpet, spreading out like dried bloodstains.

As he was dragged into the next room, Cangying saw a flash of light outside the window, followed by a muffled explosion—Tai Ge had made his move. He knew that Qi Ruixiang's reinforcements had begun, and that his and Gu Yunxi's battlefield would shift to the heart of the victory celebration.

He leaned against the cold wall, biting open another tiny blade hidden in his collar with his teeth. His right hand gripped the blade tightly, and his eyes, which had been restrained before, now held a sharp, desperate edge.

Shen Chengyu strode off the stage, his black leather boots making a dull thud on the floor.

He grabbed Gu Yunxi's hair, forcing her to tilt her head back, and the cold muzzle of the gun was instantly pressed against her temple.

"Look closely, everyone," he said with a morbid excitement, "this isn't an ordinary woman. She's the 'key' that lets us roam freely in the Golden Triangle. All of 'Nightingale's' core data is in her head. Without her, the goods you have are worth less than scrap!"

"Stop it, everyone!" Shen Chengyu's voice exploded through the microphone, the sharp static mixed with his roar, freezing the noise instantly.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the entrance. When their eyes fell on Gu Yunxi, who was being held captive, whistles and laughter immediately erupted. "This is 'Nightingale's' precious doctor? He looks quite delicate."

"Brother Shen, if we could borrow this girl to play with..." Vulgarities rained down like stones, but Gu Yunxi straightened his back, his eyes as cold as ice, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Do you think the cops outside can scare me with a crowd?"

Shen Chengyu suddenly raised his voice and pressed the gun barrel harder against Gu Yunxi's temple.

"I'm telling you, anyone who dares to barge in, I'll blow her head off first! If the data is destroyed, none of us will have a good time!"

His finger was on the trigger, his knuckles white. What flashed through his mind was not a way out, but the corpses he had stepped on and the territory he had built up over the years—he could not lose. Even if he lost, he would drag everyone down with him.

The commotion below the stage immediately subsided, and a hint of apprehension crept into those greedy eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, Shen Chengyu caught a glimpse of the tense back of a "waiter" behind the stage curtain, and heard the distant rumble of armored vehicles crushing gravel—Yang Bin's team had arrived. His heart pounded, not with fear, but with the exhilarating thrill of a desperate gamble.

Eight years ago, he crawled out of a pile of corpses by relying on his ruthless spirit of "either win or die together," and now he is just repeating the same old trick.

"Shen Chengyu, do you think you can get away by taking me hostage?"

Gu Yunxi suddenly spoke, her voice not loud but clearly carrying throughout the banquet hall.

“I modified three parameters of the ‘Nightingale’s’ stable formula. Without my handwritten notes, even if you kill me, you’ll only get a piece of junk that could explode at any moment.”

She paused deliberately, watching Shen Chengyu's pupils suddenly contract, "Do you dare to bet? Bet that I won't keep the last parameter inside me before I die."

Gu Yunxi could feel the cold metal digging into her skin and smell the strong stench of blood on Shen Chengyu.

She didn't struggle. Instead, she quickly scanned the banquet hall out of the corner of her eye: there was a fire hydrant on the left side of the stage, and the ventilation vent on the right side was facing the top of the stage. The "waiter" that Cangying had mentioned earlier was quietly moving to the back of the stage, his hand under the tray—there must be a weapon hidden there.

Just then, the eagle in the next room finally slit the guard's throat with a blade.

His fingers trembled as he searched the guard for the key—not from fear, but from the excruciating pain of his broken ribs.

He staggered out of the room. The guards in the corridor, hearing the commotion in the banquet hall, were running towards the scene and did not notice the "seriously injured" man.

Eagle leaned against the corner of the wall, raised his hand and shot the head of the guard at the front, the gunshot instantly drowned out by the chaos in the banquet hall.

A single sentence pierced Shen Chengyu's soft spot like a needle. He suddenly grabbed Gu Yunxi's neck, the force almost crushing her throat: "You dare to play me?" But his voice no longer held the same certainty as before—he believed Gu Yunxi was capable of it; this woman wasn't even afraid of self-harm, and didn't care about dying together with someone else.

A roar shattered the silence, and gunfire intensified instantly. Bullets struck the crystal chandelier, sending shards raining down and making a crisp sound as they hit the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Gu Yunxi slammed her elbow into Shen Chengyu's ribs. Shen Chengyu let go in pain, and she immediately bent down to pick up the pistol on the ground, but Shen Chengyu kicked her in the back, causing her to fall heavily onto the stage.

"Someone's broken in!" The alarm blared shrilly in the corridor. Shen Chengyu whirled around in the banquet hall, his eyes filled with even more madness. He dragged Gu Yunxi toward the center of the stage, screaming into the microphone, "Guard the door! Anyone who dares to let in a single person, I'll exterminate their entire family!"

"The Qing Dynasty is long gone! You old relic..." The eagle had appeared in front of Shen Chengyu at some point. His left arm hung limply at his side, and he could only fire with his right hand. The bullet grazed Shen Chengyu's ear.

Shen Chengyu turned his head and saw the blood-covered eagle, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You can still move?" He suddenly laughed, a maniacal laugh, "Good, very good! You've all come to keep me company, so I won't be lonely!"

"Shen Chengyu, your end is near!" Yang Bin led the police in, the beams of their flashlights blinding everyone. Shen Chengyu, seeing the police getting closer, suddenly picked up Cangying and tried to rush into the crowd below the stage—he wanted to grab more hostages.

The two instantly began to wrestle. With each impact, the eagle's ribs seemed about to break, but he held onto Shen Chengyu's ear tightly and used all his strength to press him to the ground.

Shen Chengyu struggled frantically, pulling a dagger from his boot and stabbing Cangying in the abdomen. Blood instantly stained Cangying's tattered shirt, but he didn't let go. Instead, he slammed his head against Shen Chengyu's forehead, making him dizzy...

The eagle leaned against the stage railing, panting heavily, blood still flowing from its abdominal wound, yet it laughed. It looked at Gu Yunxi, who was also looking at it.

Offstage, the militants were either killed or surrendered, the sounds of sirens and ambulances mingling together, drowning out their final screams.

Gu Yunxi had already picked up the pistol. She aimed at Shen Chengyu's knee and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The gunshot rang out, and Shen Chengyu screamed and fell to his knees. Cangying took the opportunity to press him to the ground and handcuff him tightly.

Shen Chengyu lay on the ground, roaring madly like a dying beast: "Gu Yunxi, you deserve to die! Your father deserves to die too!"

A single sentence from someone surnamed Shen struck Gu Yunxi like a jarring buzzing sound in her mind!

Could it be...

Sunlight gradually streamed in through the banquet hall windows, dispelling the smells of blood and gunpowder.

Gu Yunxi walked to Cangying's side and gently supported him: "Can you walk?" Cangying nodded, but stumbled when he got up, and Gu Yunxi immediately supported him steadily.

Qi Ruixiang ran over, looked at the two of them, his eyes reddening: "It's good that you're both alright, it's good that you're both alright."

As Shen Chengyu was being led away, he suddenly turned back to look at Cangying. His eyes no longer held the previous ruthlessness, but only a hint of complexity: "Eight years... You acted so well."

The eagle did not respond, but simply watched as he was shoved into the police car—he didn't need to respond; eight years of forbearance and perseverance had already provided the best answer.