The Rise of the Ultimate Challenger

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Qin Sheng replied earnestly, 'Mr. Han, you name it.'"

Han Ping handed Qin Sheng a cigarette, lit it for him despite Qin Sheng's refusal, and then said, "I've made an enemy. He's been targeting me recently, and I'm worried he might take it out on my daughter. So I want you to protect her until this storm passes."

Though Han Ping seemed calm on the surface, Qin Sheng could sense the underlying tension. He pondered for a moment and said, "Mr. Han, can I really trust you? And has she agreed to this?"

Han Ping replied, his voice steady, "I've made a few wrong judgments in my life, but I'm absolutely certain I won't make one with you this time. Once this is over, you can come work for me. As for her, don't worry about it. I'll talk to her. I'll just tell her you're her new assistant." Han Ping looked quite haggard, his eyes bloodshot.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. It was the villa's butler. He bowed and said, "Mr. Han, your guest has arrived."

"Please show him to the study. And ask Han Bing to come here as well. I have something to tell her," Han Ping said calmly.

After the butler left, he turned to Qin Sheng and said, "Xiao Qin, I have some things to attend to, so I can't keep you company. You just got off the train, so you must be hungry. There's food ready in the kitchen, or if you want something specific, just ask them to make it for you. I'll find you again after my daughter arrives."

Qin Sheng nodded and left with a smile.

In the dining room, the maid prepared some dishes and a few steamed buns for him. This was exactly what Qin Sheng preferred; he liked steamed buns more than rice. And coincidentally, Han Ping was from the northwest too, and he also loved steamed buns.

Usually, Qin Sheng ate very quickly, but today he chewed slowly, carefully observing everyone in the villa, from the bodyguards to the maids. He wouldn't miss a single detail. It was a habit he had developed to stay alive.

Any carelessness towards strangers could be fatal.

Qin Sheng ate for half an hour, until a tall, s*xy beauty walked into the villa. This must be Han's daughter, Han Bing. No wonder Han was so worried. Any man would go wild for her, especially those ruthless killers.

"So late at night, what does old man want from me? This is so annoying," Han Bing mumbled as she walked into the villa.

She had short hair, a gray tight-fitting T-shirt paired with black shorts, and casual flip-flops. She wore a Bulgari Serpenti pendant necklace, a limited-edition Bvlgari Saint Valentin heart-shaped diamond watch, and a Saint Laurent bag.

A true super-rich beauty...

Not long after the beauty went upstairs, the maid came down and called Qin Sheng, "The master wants to see you."

When Qin Sheng approached the study, he heard Han Bing shouting, "I don't want any bodyguard. You're invading my privacy."

"Don't give me that nonsense. I'm your father. If you don't want an assistant, fine. I'll immediately withdraw my investment from your company, freeze all your credit cards, and take back your car and house. From now on, you'll just stay home obediently," Han Ping said angrily.

Qin Sheng walked in at this moment, and Han Ping immediately beamed. "Come here, come here, Qin Sheng. This is my daughter, Han Bing. Let's get to know each other."

"Qin Sheng, nice to meet you," Qin Sheng extended his hand, but Han Bing didn't seem interested in shaking hands with him. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but Qin Sheng understood. He withdrew his hand sheepishly.

Han Ping said apologetically, "She's just got a temper, and I've spoiled her since she was a child. Sorry if I've put you in an awkward position. I'll entrust her safety to you from now on. I'll ask the butler to give you some money later. If you run out, just ask him for more. Han Bing lives in Huarun Riverside Nine. I have a house in the opposite Shimao Binjiang Garden. The butler will give you the key later. Everything you need is there. It'll be convenient for you to pick her up and drop her off. Why don't you go find the butler? I need to talk to her for a bit more."

Qin Sheng went to find the butler, while Han Ping continued his heart-to-heart with his spoiled daughter...

After Qin Sheng got the key and money from the butler, Han Bing came downstairs from the study. Seeing Qin Sheng, she shouted, "Hey, lackey, let's go. Take me home."

The butler chuckled helplessly, but Qin Sheng didn't get angry. It would be beneath him to argue with a spoiled rich girl who was still under her father's wing.

Han Bing's car was a bright red Maserati GranTurismo. After getting in, she handed the keys to Qin Sheng and stared at him with a smirk.

Qin Sheng had rarely driven such a luxury car, but he remained calm. After a moment's thought, he started the engine and drove towards the Bund. Han Bing held her breath and glared at Qin Sheng angrily.

The whole journey, they didn't say a word.

When they arrived at Huarun Riverside Nine, Qin Sheng escorted Han Bing inside. She said viciously, "Pick me up at nine sharp tomorrow morning. If you're one second late, you're fired."

Then she slammed the door shut.

Qin Sheng shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly. Then he left.

After going downstairs, instead of driving back to Shimao Binjiang Garden, he parked the Maserati on the side of the road and took a taxi to the Bund.

In Qin Sheng's eyes, if a man had any ambition, he should go to Beijing and walk down Chang'an Avenue, and come to Shanghai to see the Bund. That would ignite the deepest desires within him.

Did Qin Sheng have ambition? Yes.

Did he have desires? Yes.

He felt that if a man didn't live an exciting life, if he couldn't reach a certain height, then this life would be a waste.

Everyone has the right to choose their life. Maybe many people are willing to live a simple and ordinary life.

But Qin Sheng didn't want to be ordinary.

On one side, the Bund glittered with its decadent allure; on the other, Pudong's skyscrapers twinkled with their neon lights. Qin Sheng stood by the Huangpu River, lighting a cigarette, inhaling deeply, and then slowly exhaling the smoke.

Gazing at this bustling, superficial city, Qin Sheng narrowed his eyes and muttered, "One day, this city will remember me for many years to come..."