Chapter 890: Chapter 890

"Lin Qiqi?" Ling Chen’s face showed surprise as he looked at the woman before him. To be honest, he never expected that the mysterious leader of the God Organization would be so young. Moreover, she dared to come here in person.

"Surprised?" Lin Qiqi looked at Ling Chen’s stunned expression and said calmly, "I originally wanted Lin Jiawei to come over, but after thinking about it, I decided that it’s more sincere if I come in person. Besides, haven’t you always wanted to meet me?"

After a brief moment of stupor, Ling Chen finally regained his composure, and his gaze gradually returned to calm. He smiled faintly and took a step to sit beside Lin Qiqi.

"Miss Lin, I’m quite surprised. I didn’t expect you to come in person."

"It’s been two days already," Lin Qiqi said. "You should know everything you want to know by now. I’m here to take Uncle Lin back."

"Take him back?" Ling Chen glanced at the old man behind Lin Qiqi and said, "Miss Lin, it’s only been two days. Isn’t it too quick? You don’t need to worry about Mr. Lin’s safety. He has good food and accommodation here. Besides, I have a lot I want to discuss with him. How about letting him stay for another ten days or so?"

"No way." Lin Qiqi’s tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"I must take him with me today." As she spoke, Lin Qiqi took out a bank card from her bag and placed it on the coffee table in front of Ling Chen, saying, "According to our deal, this card contains one billion US Dollars. You take the money, hand over the person, and we’ll be even. As for the grudges between you and the God Organization, we’ll settle them later."

Upon hearing this, Ling Chen couldn’t help but laugh, "Miss Lin, are you always this domineering? Or is it that you’ve been in control of the God Organization for too long, accustomed to having everyone comply with your words, thinking everyone should obey you?"

Lin Qiqi frowned slightly, her bright eyes flashing with a cold look. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩

"Ling Chen, don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I’ve already given you face. If it weren’t for your blood relationship with the Ling Family, I would have taken action long ago."

"Tsk tsk! Should I then thank you for sparing me?" Ling Chen said with a mocking smile, "Miss Lin, you’d better not forget that I hold the advantage now, not you. You want me to release Lin Guodong; you should be the one asking for a favor. Is this how you ask for something? Throwing this money at me like charity. Miss Lin, if it were you, would you feel comfortable in your heart?"

Suppressing her anger, Lin Qiqi impatiently asked, "What exactly do you want?"

"It’s not about what I want; it’s that I don’t see your sincerity. Miss Lin, this is not a marketplace, so I don’t adhere to the ’customer is king’ principle. If you want to take him away, you better treat me with some respect, at least say something nice. You’ve been dealing with me long enough to understand my character. I’m Ling Chen; I’m susceptible to good words. As long as you say a few pleasant things, maybe I’ll be in a good mood and release him right away."

"Are you threatening me?" Lin Qiqi said through gritted teeth.

Ling Chen shrugged, "You’re the leader of the God Organization; how dare I threaten you."

Hearing Ling Chen’s mocking tone, Lin Qiqi stared into his eyes, saying nothing for a long while. Ling Chen, unafraid, met her gaze, with a faint smile constantly on his lips.

After a moment, Lin Qiqi extended her hand into her bag again, took out another bank card, and placed it on the coffee table in front of Ling Chen.

"There are another five billion US Dollars here, totaling fifteen billion US Dollars. I think you should be satisfied now. Ling Chen, this is my final offer. Don’t push your luck."

Looking at the two bank cards laid in front of him, the smile on Ling Chen’s lips became even brighter.

"Miss Lin is quite generous."

"Can you let him go now?" Lin Qiqi asked.

Ling Chen grinned, "Since Miss Lin is so generous, it would be unreasonable for me to make things difficult any longer. Wait here, and I’ll bring Mr. Lin over right away." Saying this, Ling Chen put the two bank cards into his pocket and left the meeting room.

Arriving at the control center, Ling Chen handed the two bank cards to Hu Fei, asking him to verify whether the amount in the cards was correct.

A few minutes passed, and Hu Fei excitedly said, "No problem, a total of fifteen billion US Dollars, not a penny missing." After speaking, Hu Fei looked at Ling Chen and urged, "I say, why don’t we squeeze them for more money since the God Organization is loaded."

"Enough already!" Tang Guolun, standing nearby, said, "Accept the good fortune while it lasts, don’t push them too hard. We’ve gained an extra five billion US Dollars; isn’t that enough for you?"

Ling Chen teased, "This guy is never satisfied; he never thinks there’s too much money."

"That’s right, money is something the more, the better."

"Alright, stop chatting idly, let me take Lin Guodong over first."

At this moment, in the meeting room, Lin Qiqi picked up the teacup on the coffee table and sipped her tea leisurely. After a while, she took a cell phone out of her bag and opened an app. Instantly, two red dots appeared on the app, blinking.

"Sir Chen, thank you for your effort," Lin Qiqi handed the phone to the old man behind her and said.

"Yes," the old man responded, saying little, as he immediately took the phone and briskly walked out of the meeting room.

As the meeting room door opened, two security guards stationed outside immediately came up to block the old man’s path, saying, "Sorry! Mr. Ling has ordered that you must stay inside and not leave at will."

The old man’s eyes turned cold, and without a word, he lunged forward suddenly, striking like lightning. In the blink of an eye, the two security guards lay in a pool of blood, their life and death unknown.

After dealing with the two security guards, the old man looked at the red dots displayed on the phone and quickly walked toward the front of the passage.

At this moment, Ling Chen was already outside the room where Lin Guodong was held, preparing to take him out. Upon hearing the alarm suddenly ring across the base, Ling Chen’s expression shifted slightly, and he quickly took out his phone.

Before Ling Chen could dial, Hu Fei’s call had already come through.

"Hey! Fatty, what’s going on?"

"Damn, that old guy is heading for the control center, and no one can stop him."

A thought struck Ling Chen’s mind, immediately linking it to the old man behind Lin Qiqi.

With Hu Fei and Tang Guolun in the control center, if that old man broke through, Hu Fei and the others would definitely be in danger.

Thinking of this, Ling Chen hurried to the control center.

In the long corridor, the old man walked forward with large strides, leaving several corpses of the base’s security personnel behind him. No one could stop him along the way.

At this moment, a cold shout came from behind the old man.