The secretary quickly expressed her stance, as her role was to handle matters that were inconvenient for the boss to deal with directly. So Lan Zihua didn't need to be so polite, as there were many things she ought to do.

Lan Zihua nodded, gently stroking the secretary's hand, and then she said to her, "If I haven't contacted you by tonight, or if you realize I'm in trouble..."

Lan Zihua hesitated slightly but then spoke frankly and clearly to the secretary, "I hope you will quickly find Mr. Lin. If it comes to that, I'm afraid only Mr. Lin can save me; I can't rely on anyone else."

"Is it the Mr. Lin you've always mentioned to me? I know him; this isn't a problem. I will definitely do it; you can trust me." Hearing that it was to find Lin Beichen, the secretary's expression changed slightly, then revealed some joy and indescribable happiness.

She had long heard that Lin Beichen was a remarkable hero, not only brave and resourceful but also exceptionally capable. More importantly, Lin Beichen was handsome, suave, and charming. If she had the chance to interact with Lin Beichen, her future would be incredibly promising.

Although she and Lan Zihua were friends, in terms of emotions and choosing a partner, women often had an unspeakable selfishness. As long as they could get what they want, they are willing to do it.

Lan Zihua did not think of these things. She immediately took out a bracelet and handed it to the secretary: "When the time comes, just give this bracelet to Lin Beichen, and he should understand the seriousness of the matter. He will help me, of that I have no doubt."

Hearing Lan Zihua say this, the secretary nodded, indicating that this was a small matter. With that, the matter was temporarily concluded.

Lan Zihua then left and immediately called over the head bodyguard, instructing them to prepare the transportation and some necessary security measures.

When the time comes, Lan Zihua will take them to the hotel. These men would first disguise themselves as plainclothes and lie in wait on each floor. Once Lan Zihua gives a shout or a similar signal, they would immediately rush to the fifth floor.

The bodyguards under Lan Zihua were all hired from various markets at a high cost. They were formerly martial artists from the outside world, quite powerful in skill.

Upon hearing Lan Zihua's arrangements, they all nodded and expressed they would do their best. Seeing there were no issues, Lan Zihua nodded in satisfaction, feeling ready to set off.

By around four in the afternoon, she drove with her people to the hotel.

Meanwhile, the driver and the bald man had been sitting in a fifth-floor private room. The driver was sweating profusely and extremely nervous inside. Because if this matter wasn't handled well, a catastrophic end awaited him. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

However, upon seeing the bald man beside him, he realized the man looked perfectly calm, as if unaware of the impending danger.

The driver couldn't help but marvel, genuinely admiring as he said, "Big Brother, you're really something! With such a huge problem facing us, you remain this calm. I don't know whether to admire you or say you have excellent composure."

Upon hearing this, the bald man chuckled with a cold smile, his face showing a bit of sarcasm and unavoidable impatience, "That's because you're incompetent, and you don't understand my strength at all."

The bald man spoke domineeringly, also making a beheading gesture, "Not to mention they are just a regular business group's female CEO and her bunch of useless bodyguard straws."

"I'm telling you, even if it's a thousand soldiers, even if it's the guards of foreign leaders, I would dare to fight my way through and out, showing those people my skills and methods."

Hearing the bald man's domineering declaration, the driver was filled with admiration. Because he didn't have such overbearing and courage.

"Big Brother, if this time we can both get through this safely, after getting out, I want to become your disciple. Can you teach me some of your powerful skills, so I too can be as strong as you?" The driver emotionally said.

This was his heartfelt wish. He now realized that in this world, if you only have money but not the corresponding strength and power, nobody would take you seriously. To be honest, people would only consider you a piece of trash or a wimp, to be bullied at will.

"If you want to control your own or others' destiny, you must have strength." This was the driver's sincere thought at the moment, "Even if I have some damn money, without corresponding strength, this money will eventually belong to others."

Inwardly, the driver mused, but he dared not voice these thoughts.

The bald man couldn't be bothered to deal with him, lighting a cigar from the Western Pacific and leisurely puffing on it.

Outside, a light rain began to drizzle, adding a poetic touch to the environment through the misty rain.

However, the driver was clearly aware that all of this was merely a facade. A bloody massacre was about to unfold.

The red Rolls-Royce, like a dazzling flame, sped down the street and finally came to a steady stop on the ground floor.

Seven people got out of the car, surrounding a lady in the center wearing black sunglasses and professional attire. Under the escort of the crowd, she slowly walked upstairs.