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

Yu Qin was slightly startled.

The office fell silent.

Both were thinking.

The speed of these forces was somewhat beyond their expectations.

In this way, a situation was arising: someone would try to snatch their target.

The more forces involved, the more complicated the situation would become; the difficulty of making a move against Lin Chuan would increase, and correspondingly, the likelihood of success would decrease.

Yu Qin clenched her fists and breathed out a heavy breath through her nose, snorting, "If they want to compete with me for the person, let's see who's faster and whose methods are stronger!"

Anling, after all, was almost her home turf.

That was her advantage and the source of her confidence.

"We could also make a nice sum of money by capturing Lin Chuan; it would serve as some compensation for our losses," Lucas said gravely.

"Change it to capturing him alive this time?" Yu Qin's gaze sharpened as she spoke to herself, "Capturing alive is also fine. Keke previously set a retreat route that hasn't been discovered yet. We can slip out of Anling silently and return to Southeast Asia."

Yu Qin and Lucas exchanged words and sealed Lin Chuan's fate.

Over at Anling, at Company 720,

Lin Chuan returned the mobile phone to the Little Landlady and smiled, "In a couple of days, the Monkey Editor will probably want to come to find you. Just tell them to come to Anling."

The Little Landlady pursed her lips and nodded obediently, "With such a big event, shouldn't we tell Sister Qianqian and Qingqing? Perhaps they could help."

Lin Chuan fell silent for a moment and then shook his head.

"Why?" Xinxin asked, puzzled.

"Now is not the time to inform them," Lin Chuan said seriously.

The situation would be more dangerous if Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing knew about it.

The Little Landlady was sleeping with him; he was aware of her every move and could ensure her safety.

But Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing slept alone, not sharing a bed with Lin Chuan.

Moreover, with their personalities, they would definitely want to be on the front line. Although Lin Chuan was confident, who could guarantee there wouldn't be an accident?

It was better to wait until they had captured Yu Qin and the others before informing them to come and interrogate the prisoners!

"Alright, I'll keep the secret."

The Little Landlady nodded.

"During this time, just stick with me every day; don't be alone," Lin Chuan said as he cradled the Little Landlady's cheeks in his hands, instructing her.

The Little Landlady huffed, "But you sleep in."

"Then, we'll just sleep in together," Lin Chuan winked and smiled radiantly.

The Little Landlady pulled down Lin Chuan's hand and pointed to the surroundings of the office, "Are you just going to give up this big business?"

"We can give it up. I can support you by writing novels," Lin Chuan remarked confidently.

But the Little Landlady was even more assertive, "Chairman, stop writing novels. I will support you with my rental income!"

"Ha ha ha."

Lin Chuan waved his hands dismissively, "I see in the TV shows, the landladies all have cucumbers on their faces, hair rolled up in curlers. Do you want to become like that?"

The Little Landlady bit her lower lip, a blush appearing on her beautiful cheeks as she smiled unhappily, "Do I look like that to you?"

The two of them teased and frolicked.

In the blink of an eye, the setting sun bled into the night sky.

Lin Chuan sprawled lazily on the sofa at home, comfortably browsing his phone, occasionally replying to messages.

The main messages were from the Director of National Weapons Research Institute Data Statistics Office, Sun Cheng.

He claimed he could handle the court case, but to be safe, he still frequently consulted Lin Chuan to ensure every detail was flawless.

This was a 30 billion dollar lawsuit, after all, capable of supporting the institute's budget for quite a while.

Lin Chuan didn't have much to do and replied patiently to Old Sun.

Ding dong ding dong.

A message from QQ popped up at the top of the phone screen.

Angelina: "Idol, are you safe now?"

Lin Chuan was a little taken aback, turned to his side, and adjusted to a comfortable position, "Safe, I'm at home."

"That's good to hear," Angelina seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why do you ask? /Confused.jpg"

Lin Chuan frowned slightly, typing rapidly on the phone's keyboard, asking with some curiosity.

"I just discovered a screenshot; I've sent it to you," Angelina immediately sent a picture to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan received the picture, lightly tapped with his finger, and the image filled the phone screen.

This picture had a dark background with off-white English text.

There was also a small part highlighted in red.

Upon seeing it, Lin Chuan's face instantly turned to astonishment, then he let out a wry laugh.

The picture read clearly—

[Target: Lin Chuan.]

[Bounty: 100 billion dollars.]

[Payment method: Virtual Coin.]

[Task requirement: Don't kill him; we need him alive.]

It was succinct.

It contained only 'target,' 'bounty,' and 'task requirement,' with no mention of a sponsoring organization, contact information, watermarks, logos, or any other details about Lin Chuan.

"One hundred billion dollars, that's too fake; it looks like a fabricated image," Lin Chuan replied to Angelina.

The world's richest person is only worth a bit over 200 billion dollars.

Completing this job would put one straight onto the Hurun Rich List.

However, Angelina held a different opinion, "Idol, one hundred billion dollars might be Photoshopped, but this picture looks like the style from BM."

BM?

Lin Chuan's hands froze, and he recalled that website.

He had a bit of a connection with it.

BM, a dark web site, was unsearchable through regular search engines, and the barriers to accessing BM were incredibly high.

Without IT knowledge or some Virtual Coin, it was almost impossible to find the BM website.

Their main business was straightforward—hiring assassins.

The website's creators claimed their assassins were clean and efficient, never lingering after completing their objectives, and had top-notch professionalism.

If the job failed, or the client wasn't satisfied, they could contact customer service for a full or partial refund.

It was incredibly ginkgo-like (off the wall)!

It's worth mentioning that the website used Virtual Coin for payments, the kind of currency that is well-concealed and highly liquid, making it tough for police to trace.

Lin Chuan stroked his chin.

He had been staying up late a lot recently, and at the age of 25, his stubble had grown a bit, slightly prickly to the touch but not an unpleasant sensation.

He muttered, "It does look somewhat like BM's style."

As a world-class hacker, he was quite familiar with most dark web sites, and BM was no exception.

BM's website had a dark background with an off-gold banner stating—If you want to stab someone, come to us.

Below were various different sections.

One was an assassin area, similar to an assassin leaderboard; employers could choose their operative like picking a song in a KTV.

The main difference was that the leaderboard only displayed records and not identities.

Another major area was the bounty list.

This place was not only a gathering spot for employers posting jobs but also a paradise for bounty hunters.

It not only hosted tasks from clients but also featured high-bounty criminals from various countries.

Some individuals were on both the assassin leaderboard and the bounty list.

Um, quite an odd website.

"Idol?" Angelina sent another message, seeming to confirm Lin Chuan's safety.

Lin Chuan snapped back to reality and replied, "You wait for me to check whether I'm on BM's bounty list."

One hundred billion dollars looked a bit too fake.

After all, the reason boiled down to an excessive offering—how could that be possible?

"Okay," Angelina responded.

Lin Chuan stood up, slipped on his shoes, and quickly walked into his room. He dialed a telephone, expertly entered a long string of web addresses, his ten fingers gracefully dancing over the keys like playing a piano, elegantly, beautifully.

Soon, the BM website appeared before Lin Chuan's eyes.

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