Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"She's pushing herself too hard."

Peng Fei couldn't bear to look any longer and pushed the stack of newspapers back in front of Karl.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do anything..."

“You’ve already done it, Mr. Peng Fei,” Carl said confidently. He didn’t collect the newspapers, but crumpled them into a ball and threw them into the metal bucket beside him.

"Even the strongest person needs a good friend behind them who can listen to their complaints." He lit a match and threw it into the bucket.

Peng Fei stared at the flames leaping upwards, gradually burning away An Han's dark past. After that, no one would ever know these things again.

A strange pressure washed over him, and Peng Fei began to feel lost. He couldn't figure out where An Han's unhealthy feelings for him came from—was it simply possessiveness? Or was it an obsession that was troubling her?

He could tell that An Han was clearly more furious and hostile when facing Zhao Lin. That was the most irrational he had ever seen her.

Her love was too radical and too heavy.

"I have to go, Carl." Peng Fei glanced at the time; the numbers had just jumped to 3 a.m.

That's enough. Karl didn't say anything more and nodded.

"I'll send it to you."

Peng Fei quickly waved his hand, pointing to the empty teapot on the table and said:

"She drank too much, make her a pot of tea."

The old butler smiled meaningfully and watched him enter the elevator.

……

"Cough cough..."

It was that suffocating, drowning feeling again.

I don't know how many times it happened, but my neck was gripped tightly by two hands, and dirty water was poured into my mouth.

An Han clenched her fists, her lips were bitten and a trickle of blood seeped out.

"Are we just going to kill her like that?"

someone said.

"What a beautiful woman in the making, it would be such a waste to kill her—"

The hands that had been restraining her neck were released, and she was pulled out of the water again, barely clinging to life.

"vomit--"

An Han vomited up all the dirty water in her stomach, and her whole body convulsed.

Standing before her was a group of well-equipped mercenaries, the leader of whom had his sleeves rolled up, revealing flashy and unique patterns tattooed on his thick forearms.

He found a spot and half-squatted in front of her.

His weathered face twitched slightly.

"Going to all this trouble just to capture her?" The mercenary leader sneered, stroking An Han's fair face with his finger.

"This little girl is the future heir of Sunset, do you know her value?" someone explained from the side.

"I guess she couldn't stand two rounds with us."

It's unclear who started it, but the mercenaries were immediately amused by this rather absurd joke.

The mercenary leader gave a few perfunctory replies, then looked at her with a "pity" on his face.

"You were innocent, but why did your father insist on getting you involved in this mess?"

"What do you want to do?"

An Han kept moving backward, looking at them in horror, her hands protectively covering her body.

At this moment, she was like a wounded kitten surrounded by vicious dogs, unable to escape and with no one caring.

Someone...someone save me...

Large tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She buried her head in her legs, as if that could alleviate the fact that she had already broken down.

But this is not a dream.

A dark pistol was thrust towards her, and An Han could even smell the gunpowder residue from the muzzle.

With a wicked grin, he used the muzzle of his gun to lift the necklace around her neck. It was a gift from her mother a long time ago, and An Han had never even been willing to take it off.

“Honey, we have plenty of time.”

A dagger severed her bra strap.

He... no, I should say they all wore the same expression.

It was the smile of a perpetrator about to succeed.

......

The flower of divine purity was mercilessly broken, trampled, and then discarded.

She clutched the broken necklace tightly in her hand, refusing to let go...

Before the leader left, he symbolically stuffed a bullet that had been ejected from the magazine into her mouth.

The taste of blood mixed with the smell of brass filled my mouth.

......

They abandoned her, who appeared to be "dead," in the sewer.

After floating lightly on the sewage for a while, the body slowly sank.

That's it?

Gumbling—

Let me die, I... have no reason to live anymore.

Gumbling—

An Han, who was about to sink to the bottom of the water, was suddenly lifted up by something.

She tried to open her eyes.

It was a large, terrifying crocodile with bloodshot eyes staring at her.

Eat me up.

Gumbling—

It didn't do that. It carried her and swam to the shore.

A beam of intense light shone down from above, and her silhouette transformed into a black angel without wings.

......

"Miss?"

An Han was pulled back to reality by the sudden shout. She put away the bullet she was holding and pretended to be taking a bubble bath.

"I'm taking a shower," she replied dismissively.

"She's been washing for an hour and a half?" The old housekeeper didn't seem to be planning to let her off the hook so easily.

Is that strange?

He sounded impatient, but deep down he felt an indescribable warmth.

After tidying herself up a bit, she was much more awake and took a sip of the black tea that Karl offered her.

Did you see that just now?

“I don’t think it’s just a simple atmospheric phenomenon,” Karl said thoughtfully after manually pulling up a weather report.

The video, which was just released, shows that the light was seen all over Shenzhen. Although it was only a few dozen seconds long, the number of witnesses was still considerable.

Zhao Lin's words were still echoing in An Han's mind:

Are you just going to stand by and watch Shenzhen march towards destruction? "L Day" is just the beginning, and you are the only one who can stop it...

If there's a problem inside the beehive, then you need to find the root cause. If it's a group of worker bees, you can simply replace them; if it's the queen bee…

If necessary, when the queen bee loses her reproductive ability, worker bees and drones can kill her and then elect a new queen bee.

The same applies to the "sunset".

The current "Sunset" Group appears to be thriving and making a comeback, but how many people can see through the shady dealings behind it all?

The board of directors was manipulated, but the real power remained in the hands of the chairman.

He felt that his position as "CEO" was merely a figurehead, a figurehead responsible for handling routine negotiations.

Zhao Lin had accurately predicted her situation, and she couldn't help but admire the reporter's keen observation. At this moment, An Han leaned back in her chair with a headache, her mind filled with thoughts. She had to admit that from the first day she took over this place, she had no intention of spending the rest of her days in comfort.

The current "sunset" needs a worker bee capable of making change. It needs someone willing to get their hands dirty in order to bring about change.

When established rules and regulations cease to be effective, violence becomes necessary to resolve the problem.

"Karl, is there any new information regarding 'Purple Star'?"

Upon hearing her question, Carl gleaned some clues from these points of interest.

"Why are you suddenly interested in these things? You never cared about them before."

He meant that you've finally decided to get some real work done.

An Han was too lazy to refute him.

“These are confidential documents, and only the chairman has the authority to know them, so I used some irregular methods…” Karl muttered to himself, casually opening the documents he had prepared beforehand.

A detailed explanation of "Purple Star" appeared on the computer screen.

"It seems we won't be short of work for the next few days."

She downed her cup of black tea in one gulp and began to examine the contents carefully.

"Contact the chairman and tell him that I need to see him sometime tomorrow."