Chapter 687: Chapter 687: Hell Mode Chapter 687: Chapter 687: Hell Mode The air was tense with animosity, sending involuntary shivers through the onlookers.

None of them knew the beef between the distinguished Mr.

Qimo and the imposing Sikong, only sensing the powerful auras when they stood together…

a sight quite pleasing to the eye.

Liang Hua, having navigated the professional world for years, felt something was off but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He kept winking at Xiao Qimo, hinting that he should stop embracing his girlfriend; it was not suitable for the occasion.

But despite practically spraining his eyes from winking, Xiao Qimo not only didn’t let go but hugged her even tighter.

Sikong Jian’s phoenix eyes lifted slightly, as he took the initiative to greet, “This must be…

Mr.

Qimo, right?”
The information Xiao Qimo had submitted specifically noted that he would be using the surname Qimo while abroad; he expressed his understanding and respect for this fact.

Xiao Qimo remained composed, his keen sense of smell catching a certain fragrance on the man across from him.

His deep eyes darkened for a moment before returning to indifference.

It was the scent of Broadleaf Houttuynia, something he had smelled on Lu Mian before.

And now, he knew who carried that scent.

It was this rising star by the president’s side: Sikong Jian.

They met once in Wucheng late at night, and once alone in Jinjing.

He remembered it all too clearly.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr.

Sikong,” said Xiao Qimo, his tone even and calm.

Like the quiet before a storm.

Lu Mian’s head felt as heavy as lead as she stared at her toes, the strange tension in the air more difficult to endure than her “Hell Mode” gaming sessions!

Liang Hua quickly came over to explain, “Mr.

Sikong, Mr.

Qimo was specially invited by the international police to investigate a case.”
He decided to proceed with introductions: “This is Mr.

Daine, the captain of the international criminal police team.”
“And this…” Liang Hua didn’t intend to introduce Lu Mian; in the presence of so many heavyweights, she simply wasn’t significant enough to warrant a name.

But Mr.

Qimo’s current stance forced him to patiently add, “This is Miss Lu Mian, Mr.

Qimo’s girlfriend.

They are young and deeply in love.”
“Girlfriend, huh…” Sikong Jian’s elongated utterance of the word was followed by a serious stare at Lu Mian, his lips parting to speak.

His deep voice was enthralling but the words that followed were puzzling to everyone, incomprehensible to them.

Lu Mian understood, though; Sikong Jian spoke in the D-language.

As an interpreter, he naturally had a grasp of such languages.

He said, “Long time no see, Mianmian.”
Xiao Qimo: …Taking advantage of the fact others don’t understand small languages?

Lu Mian slowly raised her head to meet his intense gaze, instinctively responding in the same D-language.

“Long time no see, Sikong.”
Sikong Jian smiled, satisfaction of a young man evident, the gloominess in his eyes slightly dissipating.

He reached out his hand, intending to shake hands with Lu Mian.

This was the first handshake Sikong Jian had requested since arriving; Liang Hua, Xiao Qimo, and Mr.

Daine had all failed to shake his hand before.

The bystanders were baffled; why was Mr.

.co

Sikong so particularly attentive to a single woman?

And Lu Mian, facing the hand extended toward her, hesitated, but realizing he was insistent, she too reached out to touch Sikong Jian’s hand briefly.

When their fingertips touched, the man skillfully caught her hand and clasped it in his.

In Xiao Qimo’s eyes, a storm abruptly brewed, his gaze fixating on their joined hands, as a countdown began in his mind.

Three.

A handshake is just a handshake; I can tolerate it as a formality.

Two.

Two seconds of a handshake should be enough, right?

One.

I can’t tolerate it anymore.

Xiao Qimo’s unblinking gaze bore down on Sikong Jian, who showed no awareness of letting go.

A cold ferocity tensed the handsome face behind rimmed glasses.

He reached out, gripping Sikong Jian’s wrist.

With the same fluency in the D-language, he coldly warned, “Mr.

Sikong, that’s enough.

Haven’t you noticed my girlfriend is quite displeased?”