Chapter 475: The Sexual Trap

"Isabella?"

Looking at Isabella, who was almost completely naked in front of him, Zheng Qian struggled to turn his gaze away. Was this really what Rahman called a "genuine gift"?

No wonder she had left alone earlier; it turned out it was for something like this.

Zheng Qian slowly lit a cigarette, not responding immediately.

"What's wrong, my friend? Do you not like it?"

Rahman arrived in front of Zheng Qian, his arms wrapped around two girls.

Seeming to recall something, he quickly added, "Please rest assured, Isabella is the daughter of an old friend of mine, and medically speaking, she is absolutely a virgin."

"And she has no infectious diseases; I have a complete medical report."

Zheng Qian waved his hand and said indifferently, "Get up."

Isabella seemed to sense the change in Zheng Qian's mood, and a flash of panic immediately crossed her eyes.

She looked at Rahman hesitantly, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"What is it, my friend? Do you not like the gift I prepared?"

"It's not that I don't like it. Although I don't consider myself a good person, doing this in front of you all... I'm still a bit uncomfortable. Prince Rahman, if you have something to say, you can just tell me directly."

"Isabella, get up. I don't like to repeat myself too many times."

Zheng Qian took a deep drag of his cigarette, his expression very cold.

Just as he had said, Zheng Qian did not consider himself a "good person" in the traditional sense, and he had been intimate with many women, but that didn't mean he could accept this kind of "orgy," especially in front of Rahman and the others.

Actually, when Rahman had deliberately sent Wei Rusi away, Zheng Qian had vaguely felt something like this. Suddenly, he turned his head sharply and stared intensely at Rahman's face. "My companion, Wei Rusi, you didn't arrange any men for her, did you...?"

Before Zheng Qian could finish, Rahman waved his hand.

He signaled for Isabella to get up. "You all should leave first; I need to have a private talk with Zheng."

"Zheng, don't worry. Wei Rusi... she really is just with my daughter. You can rest assured about that."

"Come on, since you don't like this, let's go inside and chat."

Rahman symbolically wrapped his bathrobe around his waist, covering his private parts.

Zheng Qian breathed a slight sigh of relief and followed him inside with his cigarette in his mouth.

At the same time, he noticed that Isabella's previously tense face had relaxed slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of gratitude in her expression.

Clearly, she probably didn't like this either.

Originally, Rahman intended to take Zheng Qian through the door in front, but because of this interlude, he changed his mind temporarily.

But just as he placed his hand on the doorknob...

"Go to hell!"

A woman lunged forward, having pulled a dagger from goodness knows where, and slashed fiercely toward Rahman's neck.

"Watch out!"

As mentioned before, although Zheng Qian rarely went to the gym later on, the foundation Jin Lu had helped him build early on was very good.

Especially since he insisted on doing bodyweight training at home every day, whether he was at a hotel or anywhere else, he always maintained this habit.

This resulted in his reaction speed being better than the average person's, or at least better than Rahman's, who had spent years indulging in debauchery.

This woman was clearly prepared, and her goal was to take Rahman's life.

Zheng Qian acted entirely on instinct. After shouting "Watch out!", he lunged forward, stepping between the woman and Rahman in one stride, trying to seize her wrist.

But the woman's speed was just too fast.

She was a professional assassin, and even though she hadn't expected Zheng Qian to interfere, she still thrust the dagger forward.

A cold glint flashed by, and Zheng Qian's scalp tingled intensely.

But there was no time for reflection; if Rahman died right in front of him, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Never mind whether the bank could be established successfully; whether he and Wei Rusi could leave alive would be a question.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian immediately gritted his teeth and used all his strength to try and push Rahman away.

It all happened in a flash; this series of actions seemed dazzlingly fast.

But it all took place in a split second.

Rahman only felt a massive force hit him, and then his entire body was sent flying backward.

He rolled on the ground twice, then suddenly grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor and pulled out a handgun.

Without a word, he pulled the trigger hard.

[Bang! Bang!]

The deafening sound of gunfire rang out. The woman's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and she collapsed to the ground, clutching her lower abdomen.

She looked at Zheng Qian miserably, then glared fiercely at Rahman, before her head lolled to the side and she passed out.

From the moment she launched the assassination attempt to its bleak conclusion, it had only taken a few seconds in total.

But to Zheng Qian, it felt like he had lived through an entire century.

He felt his legs go weak and collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.

This was the first time in his life he had experienced such a bloody and terrifying scene. Although he wasn't the target of the assassination, it had happened right in front of him, and he had been so close to death.

It felt as if the cold scent of the blade still lingered at the tip of his nose, and even the air he breathed felt so biting.

Zheng Qian tremblingly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but he couldn't manage to light it no matter what.

His hands were shaking too much.

[Click—]

Just then, a steady hand appeared before him.

Along with a diamond-encrusted Dupont lighter.

"Th... thanks."

Zheng Qian took a deep drag, feeling the impact of the tobacco smoke entering his lungs, which finally allowed his frantically beating heart to calm down slightly.

Nicotine, sometimes, really is a good thing.

"I am the one who should be saying thank you, Zheng. From this moment on, you have truly gained my friendship."

"I owe you my life."

Rahman looked into Zheng Qian's eyes and said earnestly.

The girls had long since turned pale with fright, collapsing to the floor one by one, covering their ears and screaming.

Only Isabella, although her face was as pale as paper, didn't behave as unacceptably as the others.

"Shut up!"

Rahman said harshly, then picked up his phone and ordered, "We were planning to enter the bathroom, but because of an interlude, we changed our minds... I suspect that the female assassin had intended to make her move inside. Send people to check it immediately. I suspect there might be others hiding inside. If there are, kill them directly."

When he said this, every word was forceful, as if the sound of clashing weapons filled the air.

Bloody, cold, and resolute.

Only now did Zheng Qian suddenly realize that the person standing in front of him was not a businessman, not an official, not even just a simple prince, but more like a ruthless warlord.

In less than two minutes, a large group of heavily armed soldiers rushed in.

"My friend, come this way."