Chapter 016: Terrorists

Four days later, Hong Kong International Airport!

Ya Zi, dressed in casual clothes, stood in the airport lobby, looking around as if waiting for someone.

“Chun-Li, over here, over here.”

Her gaze shifted and locked onto a woman who had just walked out of the airport, and she waved her hand and called out loudly.

Chun-li, dressed in a qipao and looking strikingly beautiful, couldn't help but break into a big smile when she saw Yazi.

“Yazi.”

Chunli, pulling her suitcase, walked over quickly, and Yazi opened her arms to embrace Chunli.

The two of them exchanged a smile as if no one else was around. If Wang Bo were here, he would definitely detect a hint of yuri vibes.

Unfortunately, Wang Bo was not here now.

"Yazi, I haven't seen you in a while—your skin seems to have gotten whiter." Chunli, as if discovering something astonishing, looked her friend up and down.

Yazi said smugly, "Of course, not only has my skin become whiter, but it's also become more elastic. If you don't believe me, just feel it."

She leaned her face forward.

Chunli poked Yazi's face with her finger; the touch was very soft and springy, completely different from before.

"Really? How did you do it, Yazi?"

"Heh heh, for this I have to thank Wuming. Didn't I tell you on the phone? Wuming taught me a special kind of qigong. After practicing it, my skin improved, and I feel like a whole new person."

“Wan Ming?” At the mention of this name, Chun-Li’s expression turned serious.

Yazi continued speaking to herself, unaware of Chun-Li's expression. "Don't worry, Chun-Li, I've already convinced Wanming. He agreed to teach you this qigong. When the time comes, your skin will definitely be as supple and elastic as mine."

"Moreover, the Ripple Qigong is extremely miraculous, possessing incredible effects. You will know once you practice it."

"But you must promise me that you will never pass this qigong on to anyone else, otherwise..."

"Yazi!"

Chunli suddenly grabbed Yazi's hand.

“What's wrong, Chunli?” Yazi was startled. She turned to look at Chunli and couldn't help but be taken aback. “Chunli, your expression is terrifying.”

Chunli said seriously, “Yazi, don’t go near Wuming anymore. That man is dangerous!”

"Dangerous?" Yazi frowned, feeling that her friend seemed to have something more to say. "What exactly happened, Chunli? Why do you think Wanming is dangerous? I admit he's indeed formidable—he can defeat over forty people without a scratch—but he's not a dangerous element, is he?"

"No, Yazi, Wanming is more dangerous than you think," Chunli said. "If I had to describe him, he's a terrorist a hundred times more terrifying than any ordinary threat."

Yazi couldn't help but be startled.

Seeing the grave expression on Chun-Li's face, she immediately understood that Chun-Li was not joking with her. "What exactly is going on, Chun-Li? Can you tell me?"

Chun-Li nodded almost without any hesitation. "Yes, actually, the reason I came back this time is precisely because of this terrorist, and at the same time, I need the full assistance of your police force."

……

Ah-choo!

Wang Bo sneezed loudly and couldn't help rubbing his nose.

Barbara said with a worried look, "Are you okay, boss?"

"I'm fine." Wang Bo shook his head.

The worry on Barbara's face did not ease; instead she said, "You've sneezed several times already. Have you caught a cold? Should I go buy some medicine?"

“Really, no need. I’m truly fine.” Wang Bo’s robust body had long been immune to colds; in fact, the vast majority of human diseases now had nothing to do with him.

Wang Bo had long been immune to all diseases, and even to all poisons.

"But boss, you've been spraying all along..."

"I think maybe someone is speaking ill of me," Wang Bo explained with a serious expression.

Barbara, her face a picture of uncertainty, finally nodded seriously. "I understand, boss. I'll continue with my report."

"Alright, go ahead."

Wang Bo looked Barbara up and down, gesturing for her to continue. At this moment, Barbara was dressed in an elegant black women's suit, her long hair tied up, with light makeup on her face.

Now she looked like an intellectual female secretary, completely different from the nightclub singer Wang Bo had seen when he first met her.

If anyone saw Barbara now, it would be hard to connect her with that singing girl.

The saying 'clothes make the man' is an unshakable truth.

The ancients did not deceive me.

Barbara had no idea what Wang Bo was thinking; instead, she said with a serious expression, "I've already contacted the top decoration company in Hong Kong and told them about your requirements, boss. After a few days of discussion, the company came up with these design drawings and patterns. Please take a look, boss."

Wang Bo pointed at the several drawings on the table and said, "It's these."

"Yes, boss."

Wang Bo glanced at the drawings casually and put them back. "Tell them I'm very dissatisfied. Have them redo it. I'll only give them three chances. This is the first; there are two left. If they can't do it, find someone else. Remember, I want a coffee shop that is high-end, classy, and tasteful. It must be high-end, understand?"

Barbara nodded and said, "I understand. I'll have them continue revising the drawings."

Wang Bo was very satisfied. "Barbara, you are becoming more and more like a secretary now."

Barbara was also helpless. "You know, boss, actually my dream is to hold a concert. What I love is music, not being a secretary."

"Then add a piano and a stage to the coffee shop. If you like, you can go up there and sing."

"Boss, you're being too reckless."

“What do you mean by reckless? Have you ever heard of a music café?” Wang Bo said with a straight face.

“Never heard of it.”

“Then let me tell you now: the so-called music café is where you enjoy moving music while sipping delicious coffee. Doesn’t that sound classy?”

Barbara was taken aback at first, then lost in thought.

Drinking coffee while listening to music... it didn't seem as bad as I had imagined.

The thought of being able to sing a song in an elegant coffee shop made Barbara a little excited as well.

"Boss, is this really okay?"

“Why not? I’m the boss, what I say goes. I say it’s fine, so it’s fine. Well, that’s settled, no objections accepted!”