The Favored Heiress
Chapter 392: I’m here to make a deal with Mr. He

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: I’m here to make a deal with Mr. He

Seeing that Li Qiao remained quiet, He Chen suddenly reached out to lift her chin.

But before his fingertips could touch that porcelain-like skin, his wrist was seized.

He Chen maintained a poker face while looking at Li Qiao, his interest evident in his eyes. With a nimble twist of his fingers, he easily broke free from Li Qiao’s grip. "Baby, are you here to fight with me? That’s not gonna happen, I don’t hit women."

Li Qiao stared at him expressionlessly, where did he get the confidence that he could beat her?

At that moment, He Chen’s gaze still held a smile, but the depths of his eyes gradually grew dark, his laziness concealing a frivolous air, yet hidden within was an unfathomable depth.

Li Qiao didn’t want to waste time with him and she knew very well that He Chen was definitely not as simple as he appeared.

She pursed her lips and cut to the chase, "I’m here to make a deal with Mr. He."

"A deal?" He Chen slowly straightened up, took out a cigarette case and tossed a cigarette into his mouth. He propped the cigarette between his lips without lighting it, his gaze sweeping up and down Li Qiao, "What kind of deal? With your tiny frame, can you handle what I dish out?"

Li Qiao’s gaze sharpened, her expression turning cold in response to He Chen’s teasing and lewd remarks.

Seeing her frosty look, He Chen shook the cigarette in his mouth slightly. "Angry already? Tsk, tell me about the deal first, and I’ll see how many nights I need to spend with you."

Li Qiao didn’t say anything and slowly stood up from the sofa.

"Baby, women who come to my turf to make deals either leave horizontally or dead," He Chen said nonchalantly as he lit a cigarette, turned his head to blow out the smoke, and casually leaned against the nearby sofa, "Your choice."

Then, the muzzle of a golden Desert Eagle pressed against He Chen’s forehead at lightning speed. "Either make a deal with me or I’ll give you two bullets, Mr. He, your choice."

In fact, He Chen had seen Li Qiao pull out the gun but didn’t care, maintaining his carefree demeanor as he leaned against the sofa.

He raised his eyebrows and looked up, taking another drag on his cigarette. "Hmm? A golden Desert Eagle, who gave it to you?"

He remembered that Shaoyan had one of these guns.

For the first time, Li Qiao felt a slight sense of defeat rising within her.

Coming from He Chen’s unpredictability and his imperviousness.

She could shoot him dead with one pull of the trigger, but he seemed not to care at all.

At that moment, He Chen glanced at the gun pointed at his head and curled his mouth, "Baby, it seems you really don’t understand me well enough."

As soon as those words were out, Li Qiao was already on guard.

He Chen moved extremely fast, his thumb expertly slid through the trigger guard, ingeniously blocking Li Qiao’s finger from pulling the trigger.

He still had the cigarette in his mouth, intending to snatch the gun from Li Qiao’s hand, but he seemed to have underestimated her skills as well.

Li Qiao twirled on her feet and dodged He Chen’s hand with skillful ease. In the next second, she swiftly threw a punch that barely grazed the corner of his eye.

Forced to let go, He Chen narrowed his eyes, leaking a hint of the lethal intent he had hidden.

He took a drag on his cigarette and vaguely praised, "Little baby, you’ve got quite the spirit."

Li Qiao, irritated by the way he kept calling her baby, raised her gun again, right when He Chen suddenly made his move.

Faster than before, he strode forward, pressed down on the muzzle with one hand and with a flick of his finger, he skillfully removed the magazine in the blink of an eye.

So there they were, one holding a gun, and the other with the magazine, neither able to harm the other.

Li Qiao’s eyebrows were cold as she casually discarded the gun, her tone neither warm nor fiery, "It seems Mr. He is not interested in making a deal with me."

"Is this the attitude for making a deal?" He Chen looked down at the magazine, cursed inwardly, damn, it actually had bullets!

He took a deep breath and casually tossed the magazine onto the sofa, "Come on, tell me, what’s the deal exactly?"

Pulling a gun on his turf, it seemed she hadn’t been taught by a man before.

Li Qiao looked at He Chen with a cold expression, her mouth curving into a hook, "I want Luhui back, you name the conditions."

Luhui, oh, that pretty boy.

He Chen’s eyelids drooped, his smile growing thicker, but his eyes very cold, "So you came for another man?"

As he spoke, he walked over to the couch and sat down, accidentally bumping his thigh against a magazine, which stung a bit. He shifted his body, pulled out the magazine from beside his leg, and casually threw it away.

He Chen, with a cigarette clenched between his teeth, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and patted his thigh, "Come, sit here and talk."

Li Qiao glanced at the magazine he had tossed aside, wondering if she should pick it up and give him a refill.

She had never seen a man so shameless.

As a fellow controller of South Sea’s underground power, she thought He Chen wouldn’t be much different from Tu Anliang.

Now, it seemed he was much more shameless than Tu Anliang.

Just as she was thinking this, He Chen, fearless of death, made another proposition, "You want Bai Luhui back, I can give him to you. But I want you, deal?"

Li Qiao, instead of getting angry, laughed slowly, moving closer to He Chen. Her lips curved upward, and her clear eyes were deep and impenetrable.

Seeing this, He Chen, still under the delusion she might agree, stretched out his long legs and pursed his lips, gesturing for her to sit.

The moment their distance closed and He Chen opened his arms ready to embrace her petite figure, a right hook landed fiercely on his mouth.

After many years, he had finally been hit again.

He Chen was caught off guard, or rather, he didn’t expect that someone begging for a favor could be more damn impressive than the one being asked.

Do you think you’re the second Shang Shaoyan?!

Struck by a punch, He Chen’s handsome face turned to one side from the impact, the pain was severe, but it also fully awakened the violent genes within him.

He leapt up from the couch, his eyes filled with a dense, wicked darkness, and at an inopportune moment, He Ao’s cheering voice reached his ears.

Idiot!

Useless in a fight, but quite competent as a cheerleader.

He Chen was tall and muscular; even as his muscles strained against his shirt, a frivolous smile still hung on his lips.

In a beat, the two were entangled in a fight.

In terms of physical skills, Li Qiao was confident.

She also held back since she was the one asking a favor, wanting to take Bai Luhui with her, so she didn’t strike to kill.

However, facing He Chen’s unpredictable groping, her anger surged, and her attacks became uncontrollably more fierce and ruthless.

You couldn’t define He Chen with the logic of a normal person.

Because he said he wouldn’t hit women, but he never said he wouldn’t take advantage of them.

For example, in close combat with Li Qiao, you might think he was going to punch, but he actually took the opportunity to touch Li Qiao’s cheek.

Or when you think he is about to kick, he instead leans in close to Li Qiao, takes a deep sniff, and mutters, "So fragrant."

He seldom encountered an opponent, let alone a woman who dared to fight him directly.

A beautiful girl who came for Bai Luhui and had decent skills — this was too exciting for him.

After several exchanges, Li Qiao caught him off guard and pinched his finger.

As she exerted force, intending to break it, He Chen shamelessly leaned in to hook his arm around her waist, his eyes ablaze, "Baby, if you break my hand, I’ll chop off Bai Luhui’s arm."

Li Qiao maintained her grip on his finger, a cold and sinister light flowing through her dark eyes, "Chop it off, and I can reattach it. But if you dare hurt him, I’ll flatten your thirty-two underground casinos."

In that moment, the frivolous expression on He Chen’s face finally changed.

She actually knew about his thirty-two underground casinos?

In a flash, a veiled murderous intent flickered through his eyes as he tightened his grip around Li Qiao’s waist, "So impressive? Then flatten one for me to see."

And then, the ajar doors to the lounge were kicked open once again, and a dangerous and low voice came crashing through, "He Chen, are you looking to die?"