Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 405 The Predator Trapping Plan (4)

The room was covered with a thick carpet, and Yan Zhen walked barefoot on the carpet without making a sound.

After landing, Yan Zhen cautiously surveyed his surroundings, and once he was sure it was safe for the time being, he immediately unfolded his guard uniform and put it on, preparing to disguise himself and hide in the search team like Shen Rong, and then find a chance to escape.

But just as she slipped one leg into the guard's uniform trousers, she heard the sound of the door lock starting.

Her heart tightened.

There was no time to go back to the ventilation duct. Yan Zhen quickly stuffed the guard uniform under the round bed, nimbly rolled onto the bed, and casually pulled open the gauze curtain hanging on the bed, staring intently at the doorway.

As the door opened, a very tall man walked in.

Yan Zhen stared at him, her gaze slowly moving upwards.

Leather shoes, a well-tailored black suit paired with a high-quality white shirt and tie, accentuated the man's broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He wore a white shirt with silver collar stays, brown leather gloves, and a heavy gas mask over his face.

The person's face was not visible, but their entire outfit and demeanor exuded understated luxury, a quintessential old-money aristocratic style.

The man entered the room, took off his gloves and suit jacket, revealing a gun holster strap on his white shirt.

The black holster straps were tied around his white shirt, outlining the well-developed muscles in his shoulders and back.

Judging by appearances, this person is quite skilled in combat.

Upon thinking of this, Yan Zhen couldn't help but frown.

Although the original owner's body was more agile and flexible than the average person, and had the advantage of being young and having good stamina, she was at a disadvantage in terms of strength and physique when facing a real martial arts expert.

It would hinder her escape.

A few meters away, the man took off his coat and then raised his hand to remove his gas mask.

But as soon as he took off the gas mask, he seemed to realize something, paused, then put the gas mask back on, turned to face the bed, and said in a cold voice, "Get out here."

Yan Zhen: "..."

So the person didn't notice me immediately when they entered because they were distracted by the gas mask?

Now that we've been discovered, we can't keep hiding any longer.

Yan Zhen touched the gun strapped to his thigh and quickly calculated in his mind how likely it was to take down the other person with one shot.

But soon, she was forced to abandon the idea—the man pulled out a gun, cocked it with a "click," and pointed it at the bed: "Get out here, I don't want to say it a third time."

Yan Zhen silently tucked the gun behind his back, took a deep breath, and then struck an extremely alluring pose.

She pointed her toes, parted the gauze curtains, and swayed her hips as she got out of bed with a seductive posture. With her long hair flowing, she walked towards the man in a flirtatious voice: "Boss, Sister Mei sent me to serve you."

She had only taken a few steps closer when the man lowered his gun slightly, and three shots rang out, the bullets hitting just centimeters from Yan Zhen's toes.

She could even feel the burning heat of the bullets grazing her toes, which made the hairs on her back stand on end and a murderous glint flash in her eyes.

"Get out if you don't want to die." The man's voice was devoid of any warmth.

Yan Zhen gritted his teeth inwardly.

There were guards searching for her everywhere; going out meant certain death.

There's only one man here. If he grits his teeth and stays, there might still be a glimmer of hope for him.

Give it a try!

With this in mind, Yan Zhen pretended to be so frightened that her legs went weak, sat down on the ground, and began to sob, wiping away tears: "Boss, Sister Mei said that if I can't please you tonight, she'll kill me. Please have mercy and save me..."

As she spoke, she crawled a few steps toward the man and hugged his leg.

The man showed no mercy and kicked her away, saying, "Whether you live or die is none of my business!"

Yan Zhen was kicked to the ground, but she shamelessly clung to his leg and said, "Boss, don't kick me out. I'm really good at it, please give me a try..."

As she spoke, her hand restlessly moved up the man's thigh.

But just as he touched a little above his knee, a dark gun barrel was pressed against his forehead.

"Tired of living?"

Yan Zhen froze.

"If you want to die, go die somewhere else, don't dirty this room!"

Yan Zhen had no choice but to raise his hands and pretend to be frightened as he slowly got up from the ground.

She had only gotten halfway up when her body swayed, and she fell against the man. One hand quickly grabbed his waist, while the other pulled out a pistol from her waistband and pressed it against his genitals. Her fawning expression turned into a chilling and murderous look: "Don't move!"

man:"?"

"I don't want to hurt you." Yan Zhen lowered his voice and spoke very quickly. "As long as you pretend that you know nothing and let me leave this room, you and I will both be safe and sound."

With the gas mask obscuring his face, Yan Zhen couldn't see the man's expression, but his aura remained unchanged from beginning to end, proving that his threat was not a threat to him.

As luck would have it, there was a knock on the door: "Boss, what's wrong?"

Yan Zhen tensed up, pressing the gun against his genitals harder, and whispered, "Get rid of him, or we'll both die!"

The man scoffed lightly and said to the door, "It's nothing, no need to come in."

"Yes, boss."

As the footsteps outside faded into the distance, Yan Zhen calmly exhaled and said to the man, "I'll let go now and disappear from your sight within three minutes. I won't touch you, and you're not allowed to touch me either, okay?"

The man didn't answer, but instead looked down at her, taking advantage of his height.

Even though Yan Zhen couldn't see his expression through the gas mask, he still had a feeling that the other person was mocking him.

"Is it okay or not! Give me a straight answer!" Yan Zhen tightened her grip, glancing at the expensive furnishings in the room. "This room was specially reserved for you by Sister Mei, right? If you don't agree, I'll die here tonight, my blood splattered everywhere, and you'll have to find another room. Isn't that a hassle?"

"Makes sense."

The man's voice still carried a hint of sarcasm, but he seemed to agree with her statement.

"Then, should I let go now?"

The man nodded.

Yan Zhen stared intently at his face, tentatively moving the gun away from his hand. As the muzzle moved upwards, the man let out a soft groan.

Yan Zhen was taken aback. He quickly glanced down and realized that his actions had caused the other person to bulge under his suit pants.

……Depend on!

Her eyes twitched slightly, but she tried her best to suppress any look of disgust. She quickly pulled out her pistol, turned around and ran back to the bedside, pulled out her guard uniform from under the bed, and put it on in no time.

Disguised as a guard, Yan Zhen tucked his gun into his waistband, quietly opened the door a crack, and only went out after confirming that there were no guards in the corridor outside.

They even closed the door behind them when they left.

Inside the room, the man removed his gas mask, revealing a face with black hair, blue eyes, and well-defined bone structure.

He put the gas mask aside, glanced at his suit trousers, and then turned on his communicator: "The woman who left my room, make sure she leaves safely."

"Yes."