"What's wrong?"
Fang Zhiruo saw Luo Chao suddenly shout and quickly asked in confusion.
"Look at this."
Luo Chao pulled Fang Zhiruo to the computer screen and opened the "I'm Taking Orders" option on the screen.
On the computer screen, a dense line of small text appeared instantly, with a clear photo of Luo Chao sitting in front of the computer interspersed among the text.
"Black Umbrella has released a D-Class mission to kill the person in the photo within seven days, with a reward of 500,000 US dollars."
"Black Umbrella has released a C-Class mission to kill the person in the photo within seven days, with a reward of 800,000 US dollars."
...
"Black Umbrella has released an S-Class mission to kill the person in the photo within seven days, with a reward of 5 million US dollars."
Luo Chao roughly counted, and it turned out that Black Umbrella used his photo to release seventeen various level assassin missions, ranging from D-Class to S-Class.
This ans that in the next seven days, at least seventeen assassins from the Black Hole Organization will co to take his head!
Fang Zhiruo, upon seeing these lines of missions, couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Luo Chao, as the saying goes, better to be prevented than to be worried about thieves.
Although Luo Chao is highly skilled, having to guard against assassins' sneak attacks all day is no easy task.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhiruo said to Luo Chao, "Luo Chao, why don't you also apply for police protection? With police protection, at least you can fend off so of the threats from lower-level assassins."
However, Luo Chao didn't speak. He kept staring at the computer screen in front of him, shaking uncontrollably; even his knuckles turned white from exertion, almost embedding into the computer desk.
Seeing Luo Chao in such a state, Fang Zhiruo couldn't help but think to herself, "Sigh, so even soone as strong as Luo Chao can feel fear!"
But what Fang Zhiruo didn't expect was that Luo Chao's next sentence almost made her eyes pop out.
"Damn it, can't Black Umbrella take a screenshot properly? They made my handso face look so ugly." Luo Chao touched his face, angrily staring at his photo in the assassin mission.
"Luo Chao, you narcissist, at a ti like this, you're worried about that? You should be worried about your safety first!" Fang Zhiruo scolded angrily.
Luo Chao raised his head, glanced at the monitoring cara in the internet café's private room, and said thoughtfully, "Don't worry, I have my ways."
...
Due to the interruption of clues, Luo Chao and Fang Zhiruo had no choice but to return to the First People's Hospital.
As soon as Luo Chao entered Lin Yun's ward, he first saw a familiar back.
The petite figure, short pastel pink hair, was none other than the chief bra designer of Haichen Group, Lu Xiaoxiao's back.
Seeing Lu Xiaoxiao, the corner of Luo Chao's mouth curled up, and he sneaked behind her like lightning, his hands forming claws, he grasped her micro-sized white rabbits from behind with his left and right hands.
"Ah—who!" Lu Xiaoxiao's chest was suddenly grabbed, causing her to cry out in surprise.
"Not bad, your chest fat has increased quite a bit compared to a few days ago; it seems you've been eating a lot of corn!" Luo Chao's sneaky voice whispered from behind Lu Xiaoxiao.
"Hmm..." Lu Xiaoxiao, hearing Luo Chao's voice, stopped struggling, thinking she had encountered a pervert earlier.
Luo Chao let go and picked up an apple from beside Lin Yun's bed, eating and speaking, "See? I wasn't lying. Eating 28 ears of corn daily will definitely increase your chest fat. Then, with my bust-enhancing massage, I guarantee a perfect bust shape!"
After hearing Luo Chao's words, Lu Xiaoxiao involuntarily nodded.
The last ti Luo Chao gave her a bust-enhancing diet plan, she thought he was joking at first; eating 28 ears of corn daily sounded unreliable.
However, Lu Xiaoxiao's desire for a bigger bust eventually overca her rationality.
She tried following Luo Chao's thod, and after eating corn for a few days, she indeed noticed a significant increase in her chest fat.
Next, if she continued eating corn for a few more days, combined with Luo Chao's bust-enhancing massage, she too could have a bigger bust. Thinking of this made Lu Xiaoxiao excitedly impatient.
So she said to Luo Chao, "Luo Chao, there are only two days left from the one-week deadline, don't forget to give a massage the day after tomorrow. I'm depending on you to help get inspired for designing new bras!"
"Don't worry." Luo Chao confidently patted Lu Xiaoxiao's shoulder.
At this mont, Lin Yun, who had been listening to their conversation, asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? Bust enhancent?"
"That's right, I'm planning to help Director Lu with bust enhancent." Luo Chao nodded.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yun looked down at her own 36D, then at Lu Xiaoxiao's petite rabbits in front, and said enviously, "Director Lu, why are you even bothering with bust enhancent? Let tell you, having a big chest is a hassle. It gets tiring after a few steps, and it's annoying when typing because you accidentally press the keyboard!"
"Oh my! President Lin, I'm doing bust enhancent to design bras!" Lu Xiaoxiao blushed shyly, but in her heart, she was quite envious of the troubles Lin Yun ntioned concerning big chests.
"Oh... if it's for work needs, then go ahead." Lin Yun said, then turned to Luo Chao, "Luo Chao, did you catch the assassin yet?"
Upon Lin Yun's question, Ouyang Tian, who had been sitting on the ward sofa, temporarily responsible for Lin Yun's safety, also chid in, "Yeah, did you catch the assassin?"
Luo Chao sighed and said, "I caught him, but I already killed him. As for the real identity of the employer, I haven't got a clue yet."
"That's tricky; if you can't find out who the employer is, even if you kill an assassin, as long as the employer doesn't cancel the hit, more assassins will co," Ouyang Tian said with a frown.
Luo Chao scanned the ward, confirming there were no caras or anything like that, then suddenly asked Lin Yun, "President Lin, isn't next Friday your birthday?"
"That's right." Lin Yun nodded.
"Have you ever held a birthday party?" Luo Chao suddenly asked a question unrelated to the current situation.
"A birthday party... I had one when I was 18, but not since. I don't like extravagance and waste," Lin Yun replied honestly.
Upon hearing this, Luo Chao clapped his hands happily, "In that case, let's throw a birthday party next Friday!"
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