The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1407 Yunrui's Sincere Intentions: If You Don't Want To, Don't Force Me

As "Assistant Zhou," he was used to killing and bloodshed; Black Rock Village was never short of people who died tragically due to betrayal and dereliction of duty.

But at this crucial moment of the agreed-upon operation, faced with this unexpected "trophy," he still uncontrollably took a half step back, his heel hitting the stone slab behind him with a soft "thud."

A crack appeared in the cold facade on his face. His pupils dilated slightly, his lips tightened unconsciously, and a barely perceptible look of astonishment flashed in his eyes—not because of the severed head itself, but because of Shen Chengyu's sudden attack, his concealment from him, and the unknown risks behind it that could disrupt all his plans.

Shen Chengyu caught this slight flaw perfectly. His smile deepened, but his eyes were as cold as ice: "What? Assistant Zhou is scared too?"

The eagle snapped back to his senses, immediately composed himself, and bowed, saying, "I dare not. I just didn't expect this person to be so audacious as to betray Mr. Shen."

He deliberately lowered his voice, maintaining the submissive tone of "Assistant Zhou," but his fingertips had already clenched tightly, and his palms were sweating.

"Betrayal?" Shen Chengyu scoffed, squatted down, and pointed a finger at the severed head's cheek without any hesitation. The gesture was filled with utter contempt and ruthlessness. "He doesn't even deserve it. I gave him a chance to cooperate, gave him a share of the profits, but he was ungrateful and tried to stab me in the back."

"Do you really think my position, Shen Chengyu's position, is so easy to covet?"

He stood up, his gaze fixed on the eagle, and his tone suddenly became more serious: "I, Shen Chengyu, have always been fair in rewarding and punishing. If you work hard for me, you will be rewarded with wealth and honor; but if anyone dares to play tricks or betray me, no matter who he is or where he is hiding, I will find him, skin him alive, and make sure he dies a gruesome death!"

The eagle's heart sank. Shen Chengyu's words seemed to be directed at the dead leader, yet the warning in his eyes was directed straight at him.

He could clearly sense that Shen Chengyu's attitude had changed—the former Shen Chengyu, though suspicious and ruthless, had more trust in him and wouldn't speak so bluntly; but now, his eyes were full of scrutiny and wariness, as if he suspected everyone around him.

"Not only that, I also burned down his stronghold and killed all his confidants," Shen Chengyu continued, his tone calm yet laced with bloody cruelty. "Anyone who dares to oppose me will pay the price—not only for himself, but also for everyone around him. Let everyone know that the consequence of betraying me is the destruction of one's family and death without a proper burial!"

He took a step closer, now only a meter away from the eagle. The pungent stench of blood and his menacing aura assaulted the eagle's senses, making it almost impossible for it to breathe. "Assistant Zhou, how long have you been following me?" Shen Chengyu suddenly asked, his scrutinizing gaze intensifying.

"Reporting to Mr. Shen, it has been eight years." The eagle's voice remained steady, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

“Eight years…” Shen Chengyu sighed, his tone tinged with complexity. “That’s not a short time. I always thought you were a smart man, knowing what you should and shouldn’t do.” He gently patted Cangying’s shoulder, the force light, yet carrying a heavy weight. “Don’t disappoint me, otherwise…”

He didn't finish his sentence, but what followed was more lethal than any threat.

Eagle bowed deeply, saying, "Your subordinate understands. I will be utterly loyal and would never dare to have the slightest disloyalty." At this moment, he had completely assumed the role of "Assistant Zhou," humble and submissive, daring not to make the slightest move. But for Eagle, his heart was already churning with turbulent emotions.

— Shen Chengyu's sudden reprimand was no accident. Had he somehow slipped up? Or was Shen Chengyu simply a naturally suspicious person, using this incident to put everyone around him on the spot?

"Good to know." Shen Chengyu nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked towards his room. "I'm very unhappy right now and don't want to hear any more negative news, or you know what will happen."

"Yes, Mr. Shen." Cangying replied respectfully, and only straightened up slowly after Shen Chengyu's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

His back was completely soaked, and a gust of cold wind made him shiver.

The severed head still lay in the wooden crate, its eyes wide open, as if silently accusing the enemy. The eagle's gaze fell upon the severed head, his expression complex—he sympathized with the leader's fate, but was also more wary of Shen Chengyu's ruthlessness and suspiciousness.

As "Assistant Zhou," he had to deal with the severed head immediately, appease the villagers, and ensure that the victory celebration was not affected.

But as a hawk, he knew that Shen Chengyu's reprimand meant the collapse of trust, and the following actions would be even more dangerous.

If Shen Chengyu can betray his business partner without warning, then he might also doubt himself without warning—no, he already does!

This victory celebration was just the prelude to the final whistle.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He raised his hand to signal the guards: "Dispose of this thing, throw it into the back hill to feed the dogs. Also, spread the word that no one is allowed to discuss this matter; violators will be dealt with according to military law!" His tone returned to its usual coldness and authority, as if he wasn't the one who had just revealed his weakness.

The guards immediately stepped forward, lifted the wooden crate, and hurried towards the back of the mountain. The stench of blood gradually dissipated, but the oppressive and dangerous atmosphere in the air grew stronger.

He took out his phone and quickly sent Yang Bin an encrypted message: "The target is suspicious, and there has been an unexpected change. The plan will be moved up one hour and executed according to Plan B."

After successfully sending the message, he put away his phone and turned to walk towards the celebration banquet venue.

His steps remained steady, and his eyes remained resolute, but only he knew that from the moment Shen Chengyu took out that severed head, this life-or-death struggle had entered its most dangerous phase.

As an undercover agent who has been lying low for eight years, he must dance on the edge of a knife, find a way to survive in the darkness, and complete his mission.

Shen Chengyu picked up the photo on the table. It was of Assistant Zhou from eight years ago, wearing a cheap shirt, his eyes holding a hint of naivety and ruthlessness, standing beside him, respectful yet resolute. "I didn't want to doubt you..."

Shen Chengyu murmured softly, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and inner turmoil, "You've been with me for eight years. I've given you power, wealth, everything that others could only dream of. Why do you want me to see what you don't want to see?"

He exuded a contradictory aura—a ruthless decisiveness mixed with a reluctant struggle. His fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the photograph, his nails almost tearing it apart.

He wasn't an emotionless machine; eight years of companionship, even if it was mutual exploitation, inevitably fostered a sense of habitual dependence. But in Black Rock Village, betrayal was the greatest original sin; any hint of suspicion was enough to make him kill. He took a deep breath, his chest churning with violence and inner turmoil. He casually swept the glass on the table to the ground, where it shattered with a crash, shards flying everywhere, mirroring his broken heart.

"I hope you won't force me." He said to the empty room, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes replaced by ruthlessness.

At the same time, a faint sound came from the direction of the underground cell.

A dark figure nimbly scaled the back wall of the laboratory, avoiding the sight of the patrolling guards, and skillfully located the ventilation opening.

The dark figure pulled out tools and quickly expanded the ventilation duct, his movements so swift and efficient that it seemed like his first operation. He crawled into the duct and moved towards the underground cell, stirring up dust that settled on his black robes.

The guard at the cell door suddenly collapsed, a small bloodstain appearing on his neck, clearly having been subdued in an instant; the shadowy figure walked to Gu Yunxi's cell door, took out a thin wire, and began to pick the lock...

All clues point to one person—Assistant Zhou. He's familiar with the layout of the stronghold, has sufficient authority to approach the prison cells, and possesses the skill...