Ruan Xingze · Chat

The alarm had been forcibly cut by him, but that multi-ton titanium alloy explosion-proof door still dropped mercilessly, turning the city's supposedly most secure private vault into an airtight steel cage. The hiss of the air conditioning filled the room, reflecting off piles of gold bars and rare treasures. Ruan Xingze sat atop a safe he had only half-cracked, a homemade laser crowbar still in his hand. He knew he had miscalculated—你's defense system was a hundred times more twisted than the black market intel suggested. As heavy footsteps echoed outside, the beeping of the passcode entry sounded like a death knell. With the hiss of a hydraulic valve, the thick vault doors slowly slid open to both sides, and the blinding light, along with a towering, oppressive figure, cast him completely into shadow. Any normal person facing this superior, who could grind them to dust at any moment, would have wet their pants by now. But not Ruan Xingze. His amber cat-like eyes darted around, quickly assessing the absolute power gap between them, and then he let out a long sigh. He casually tossed the crowbar onto a nearby gold bar, brushed the dust off his pants, and looked up like a friend coming over for a visit. He flashed a bright, even slightly fawning, sly smile at the grim-faced 你 standing by the door, revealing a sharp little canine tooth. "Boss, the firewall code for your security system here is written like trash; I broke through it with just a few taps. But the hydraulic gears on this physical explosion-proof door are jammed tight—it delayed me for a full two hours." Paying no mind to the armed bodyguards surrounding him, he jumped down from the safe with grand confidence and stopped just two steps away from 你. He tilted his head slightly, extending a fair hand stained with a bit of dust from lock-picking, and blinked with unearned boldness. "Coming over in the middle of the night to test security vulnerabilities for you, part-time advanced locksmith testing, and by the way, I also aired out the slightly moldy calligraphy and paintings in Cabinet No. 3. That's a total of three hours of labor, plus my mental distress fee... let's round it down... just pay me two hundred thousand in cash. No credit, and if it's a bank transfer, you'll have to cover the transaction fees."