Daddy Always Gets Jealous

Who the hell provided this intel?

Are they trying to get him killed?

Jin Bo’s eyes swept eagle-like around the room, first ruling out places where one could hide, identifying several targets. His voice was even frostier than before, ”The missing files in my office, was it you?”

The man in the shadows felt secretly alarmed upon hearing this. Had he found out? Was he still testing him?

In a moment of distraction, he failed to guard himself, a big drop of sweat fell heavily onto the floor.

In the unusually quiet room, the sound seemed amplified, exceptionally clear, as if it stirred an echo.

Out of fear, he stood there, swallowed hard, with a gulp in his throat.

He hadn’t anticipated Huo Jindong’s sudden return as he was searching for something; the spot he now hid in was awkward, not like the balcony or window where he could jump out and escape anytime.

As he pondered, Jin Bo had already approached, moving like a phantom.

The man in the shadows had almost no time to think, immediately drew his gun towards the incoming threat.

Simultaneously, a muzzle, deep and black, was also pointed at him!

Jin Bo stood there, looking at him, exuding a strong murderous aura.

The oppressive feeling made the exposed man feel suffocated, holding his breath, not daring to make a sound.

The two stared at each other, their gun barrels pressing against one another.

Jin Bo was confident.

While the other guy, his fingers gradually began to tremble, striving to maintain composure.

Jin Bo looked at him, ”Today, you can’t escape even with wings.”

The man remained on high alert, not daring to utter a word, afraid of losing focus.

At this moment, even a second’s difference could mean losing his life!

Yet, more and more sweat began to pour down, pattering onto the floor.

Suddenly, Jin Bo laughed, ”Feeling so anxious? I’ll give you time to wipe the sweat.”

The man stood there, body taut, without replying.

Jin Bo said, ”Maybe we can work together.”

The man couldn’t trust Jin Bo, still remained silent.

Jin Bo’s face suddenly turned cold, ”Want to compete on speed? Even if you try, you don’t have a ten percent chance of winning, do you believe that?”

Man, ”...”

He believed that what Huo Jindong said was the truth.

At that precise second, as he sensed something amiss, before he could react, a cold gun barrel pressed against his waist with lightning speed.

Jin Bo looked at him, ”I’ll count to three—”

”Three—”

”Two—”

”One—”

Before the words finished, the man’s gun fell to the ground with a clang.

Jin Bo took the gun and lit a cigarette.

In that instant, the man suddenly flicked out a dagger from his sleeve, thrusting directly toward his chest.

The distance was too short, and he had calculated that even if Huo Jindong moved quickly, it would be difficult to dodge.

Because Huo Jindong was smoking.

Who knew he was that addicted to smoking, ultimately risking his life for a cigarette.

Just as he thought he was about to succeed, in the blink of an eye, Jin Bo, with one hand smoking, accurately grasped his wrist with the other, forcefully twisting it, and then inserted the man’s dagger into his thigh.

The scene unfolded too quickly, the man’s reflexes hadn’t even transmitted the pain yet, as he saw a large pool of blood flowing on the ground.

Then, the intense pain came.

Jin Bo looked at him, ”You’re too confident.”

Man, ”...”

He had completely lost the will to fight, slumped there, looking at Jin Bo as if resigned to his fate.