127: Flag Offering

Li Weishan suddenly stood up from the leather sofa, slamming the red wine glass in his hand onto the coffee table, splashing the crimson liquid everywhere.

He glared fixedly at Scarface standing in the middle of the living room, his voice rising with anger:

"You didn't catch them? You're telling me you didn't catch them? He had bodyguards, so you couldn't win?"

Scarface stood there awkwardly. "Young Master Shan, we really can't handle this job. You'd better find someone else."

"Bodyguards?"

Li Weishan paced the living room with a cold sneer. "With that kid's pathetic, penniless look, he can afford bodyguards? Do you take me for a three-year-old?"

He suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes, sizing up Scarface. "Tell me the truth, what exactly happened?"

"It... it was just one or two bodyguards."

Scarface stammered, clearly unwilling to talk more about it. "Anyway, we can't do this job."

After saying that, Scarface practically fled the Villa.

It wasn't until he sat in his van that he let out a long sigh of relief.

Being able to escape unscathed this time was already a stroke of luck; if they really provoked a hidden powerhouse like Chen Li, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Watching the retreating Figures of Scarface's group in their panic, Li Weishan's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

He naturally wouldn't go looking for trouble with Scarface—these thugs weren't easy to mess with either.

But at the thought of his plan failing, his fists involuntarily clenched tight.

He walked to the desk, opened a drawer, and took out a photo frame.

In the photo, Liu Nansheng's profile was breathtakingly beautiful under the light.

He had secretly taken this at the restaurant that night; he had no idea how many times he had looked at it over these past few days, and every time, it made his heart race.

"I must have you..." he muttered to himself, his fingertips gently stroking that exquisite face in the photo.

He had made full preparations for tonight.

Miniature cameras were installed in every corner of the bedroom, not even sparing the bathroom.

His original plan was to use the recorded videos to blackmail Liu Nansheng after succeeding, making her his plaything forever.

He had used this trick many times without fail, making several girls who refused to submit become obediently submissive.

So what if someone called the police? With the Li family's wealth and connections, they could just hire a top-tier legal team and eventually turn the case into 'mutual consent.'

In this county town, there was nothing he, Li Weishan, couldn't settle.

Scarface's failure didn't make him give up.

On the contrary, a more reliable plan was forming in his mind—it was time to use that trump card.

Although that favor could only be used once, for such a peerless beauty, everything was worth it.

He picked up his phone and scrolled to a number without a contact name.

"Hello, Brother Jun..." A cold, determined sneer curled at the corners of Li Weishan's mouth... The next day, the morning sun cast a warm band of light into the room.

Chen Li slowly opened his eyes, feeling a physical state completely different from before.

He gently sat up, looking down at his limbs and abdomen.

His originally well-proportioned Figure now had even more distinct lines; his muscles were tight but not bulky, appearing balanced and powerful as if through professional training.

He tried clenching his fists, clearly feeling the contraction of muscle fibers and the flow of power.

What surprised him most was the sense of lightness in his body—stepping barefoot on the floor, his movements were more agile and fluid than usual, and even his breathing seemed to have become deeper and more powerful.

His five senses had also become exceptionally sharp—he could hear the faint chirping of birds outside the window.

This feeling of being reborn was both foreign and exhilarating.

Turning his head to look beside him, he saw her sleeping peacefully, her long hair scattered on the pillow, her breathing steady and soft.

Chen Li's lips curled up involuntarily as he carefully helped her cover up with the quilt, afraid of waking her.

Coming to the living room, his parents had already gone out to work, leaving two bowls of steaming noodles on the dining table.

Chen Li quickly finished a bowl of noodles, feeling the energy from the food flowing through his body.

He stood in the center of the living room, slowly moving his limbs and adapting to this brand-new body.

It was time to settle old scores... He needed to confirm the mastermind behind last night. The blonde-haired guy he met at the food stall that night was the biggest suspect; he had to find out his identity as soon as possible.

As for Scarface's group, since they had already taken the money and left, as long as they didn't provoke him again, he could temporarily ignore them.

Looking back now, being able to solve the problem with money last night was a blessing in disguise.

Chen Li remembered Zhong Hao saying that night that he seemed to know one of the people on the other side.

Zhong Hao had extensive connections locally, with friends from all walks of life; asking him to investigate should quickly uncover the blonde guy's background.

Thinking of this, a trace of coldness flashed in Chen Li's eyes.

Now that he possessed immense wealth and had gained extraordinary martial power, if he couldn't even protect the woman he loved, then what was the point of this System and wealth?

To dare target Liu Nansheng and even use such a low-life method like kidnapping—this kind of scum was perfect for sacrificing to the flag... "Brother Hao, you awake?"

After ten minutes, Zhong Hao's reply came with heavy sleepiness: "Just woke up. What's the deal? So early in the morning."

Chen Li typed quickly: "Brother Hao, help me check who that blonde guy who caused trouble at the food stall that night actually is."

"Got it. I'll give you news today. Going back to sleep first..."

After sending this, Zhong Hao threw his phone aside, turned over to pull He Min into his arms, and fell back into a deep sleep.

At that moment, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Liu Nansheng walked out, rubbing her bleary eyes.

She walked a bit awkwardly, one hand still rubbing her sore eyes, looking around the living room like a lost child.

When she saw Chen Li sitting on the sofa, she slowly moved to his side, her whole body sinking softly into the sofa as she lay down and rested her head on his lap.

Her hands naturally wrapped around Chen Li's waist, burying her face in his warm abdomen, nuzzling him like a kitten that had found its home.

Chen Li looked down at her dependent appearance, a wave of tenderness rising in his heart.

He gently stroked her long hair, his fingertips passing through the smooth strands.

"Go eat a bowl of noodles first. My mom made them; they're still hot."

"I'll lie here a bit longer..." Liu Nansheng's voice carried the laziness of someone who had just woken up, and she held him even tighter.

"When I woke up just now and found you weren't by my side, I felt empty inside, so I came out to find you."

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, as if she were about to fall asleep again.

Chen Li couldn't help but chuckle at her behavior, letting her linger on his lap.

Just then, his phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated abruptly, emitting a sharp ringtone.

Chen Li looked down; the screen clearly displayed three digits—110.