Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

There was no forced entry; they appeared quite polite.

In the office, Brother Hao had just hung up the phone when he looked toward the entrance, his mouth dry, swallowing a gulp of saliva.

He seemed to have anticipated this.

— Those people had come again.

Behind him stood Hou, trembling, his face tinged with panic.

Brother Hao kicked Hou: "You go open the door."

Hou took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, trying hard to appear calm, and then walked to the office door, turning the handle.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a delicate, pretty face wearing sunglasses and red, glossy lips slightly pursed, lifting with a smile.

Beside this beauty was a familiar face, with sunken eyes, a thin, hawk-nosed profile, and holding a cane in his hand.

"Little Hou, is it? We meet again," Lucas said with a smile, speaking politely.

Hou's reaction was genuine.

His eyes widened with immediate panic, feet going limp, instinctively stepping back as his teeth chattered: "You, why have you come?"

"We've come to see you."

Lucas maintained his smile.

That smile, to Hou and Hao, seemed like the grin of a predator.

"Where's your Brother Hao?"

Yu Qin glanced around the office, searching for Brother Hao's figure.

The secretary pointed: "Miss Yu, he's hiding over there!"

At this moment.

Like a mouse that had seen a cat, Brother Hao was hiding under the desk, fear written all over his face—not feigned, but genuine terror.

My goodness, who wouldn't be afraid upon seeing these two harbinger of doom?

Brother Hao instinctively looked at Yu Qin and Lucas's waists to see if they carried any weapons; he dreaded the possibility of Yu Qin and Lucas pulling out a gun and "biu" — firing a shot at him.

Yu Qin wore a coat, no gun in sight.

Lucas held a cane in his hand.

Only then did Brother Hao breathe a slight sigh of relief, crawling out from under the desk, forcibly squeezing out a smile: "I was just picking up a pen; pardon the gaffe in front of our distinguished guests."

Yu Qin returned the smile, a gloved fine hand lightly patting Brother Hao's shoulder, saying with a laugh: "Little Hao, don't be nervous; we're not here to trouble you."

With that, Yu Qin walked further in and sat in Brother Hao's office chair.

The two bodyguards accompanying her casually closed the door.

Brother Hao and Hou stood side-by-side, slightly bowing, with Brother Hao cautiously asking, "Would you like something to drink?"

"No need," Yu Qin waved her hand.

"Then, what business brings you to us?" Brother Hao's demeanor was extremely cautious.

Yu Qin pushed up her sunglasses: "You've got some brains, not too foolish; there is something we need to ask of you."

She emphasized the word "ask" a bit more heavily.

Immediately, Brother Hao responded with an ingratiating smile: "Don't mention asking; whatever you command, I'll get it done!"

"That easy?"

Yu Qin blinked, staring at the expressions on Brother Hao and Hou's faces.

Both wore the faces of bitter melons, grinning in a way that looked more painful than crying, exchanging glances without answering Yu Qin's question, though it was evident.

Yu Qin nodded; their behavior completely met her expectations.

Then, she smiled and said: "Since you're being so cooperative, I won't make it difficult for you. The real reason I've come to you two is to ask you to join our group. What do you say?"

After Yu Qin finished, Lucas, the secretary, and the two bodyguards all fixed their gaze on Brother Hao and Hou.

If they uttered a single 'no', well, that would lead to one outcome.

Game over!