Are You Ever Going to Stop?

Welcome to "I'm Trapped in the Same Day for a Thousand Years," exclusively produced by Feilu Novel Network, narrated by Sang Ze Wang Xiaomo Lao He.

Upon hearing the woman's voice, Li Ruobing's expression turned both amused and annoyed. Without waiting for Wu Chen to say anything, she spoke first.

And which woman is he with this time?

He was afraid Su Qingying would find out.

Actually, Li Ruobing was relieved. As far as he was concerned, Wu Chen could do whatever he wanted as long as he didn't cause trouble. Finding women was no big deal. It wasn't until his father found out that Wu Chen said something.

Alright, my dear Mr. Wu, you can go ahead with your work.

Li Ruobing said in a measured tone, "We'll talk later when we have time. I won't bother you anymore. Wouldn't your sweet little darling be sad if she knew?"

Don't talk like that, it gives me goosebumps.

Wu Chen laughed and said, "Alright, that's enough. Since you're not here, I'll arrange a meal with Su Qing and have a good chat with him. That's all."

Li Ruobing's tone returned to normal, and from what she said, she meant to spread rumors about Su Qingying and let Su Qingying know that Wu Chen was seeing another woman.

But Wu Chen knew that Li Ruobing was just saying it on purpose, trying to make him nervous. In reality, she wouldn't do that; Li Ruobing wasn't the kind of woman who would spread rumors.

Okay, that's all for now.

Wu Chen replied with a smile.

From an economic perspective, Magic City the number one international metropolis in China. For Wu Chen, Magic City the international metropolis closest to the East Sea, and it holds a very special position in terms of economy, culture, and foreign exchange.

Wu Chen knows Magic City well.

In comparison, Wu Chen definitely knows Donghai City best. It spent most of its 365,000 days and nights in the Reincarnation in the East Sea, but it's not that it never went out or was unaware of the outside world.

Wu Chen's understanding of cities outside the East Sea is largely related to their distance from the East Sea. The closer a city is to the East Sea, the more Wu Chen knows; the farther away it is, the less he knows.

Magic City the city that Wu Chen knows best, besides East Sea.

Wu Chen spent a considerable amount of time investigating various aspects of Magic City, for two main reasons: firstly, Magic City was geographically close, and secondly, Magic City possessed unique characteristics.

An international metropolis, a city teeming with billionaires, with a population of over 20 million.

Of course, Wu Chen's understanding of Magic City wasn't to the point of exploring the entire city on foot. He wouldn't bother to learn about ordinary people in Magic City, including those who had achieved some success, unless there were special circumstances.

His understanding of Magic City mainly focused on the people and events of some important figures, as well as some special individuals. Many people and events were connected to the East Sea, and Wu Chen learned more about Magic City after investigating the city.

Wu Chen has arrived in Magic City. Shortly after Li Ruobing went to work in the morning, Wu Chen drove to the high-speed rail station, bought a ticket, and took the high-speed rail to Magic City.

Since it wasn't a holiday or special date, tickets were easy to buy; there was no need to book in advance. The high-speed train only took two hours to reach Magic City Railway Station.

After getting out of the car, Wu Chen made a phone call and then took a taxi to where he was.

Wu Chen's plan for this trip to Magic City was to return to Linyuan East Sea a few days. There were definitely things he needed to take care of, but he had plenty of time, and since he was already in Magic City, he was bound to have other things to do.

The owner's office on the Ninth Dimension Bar in Jinling Plaza Dongpu District, Magic City, is an enormous office with sparse furnishings. It is decorated entirely in solid wood, yet it has a somewhat opulent and ostentatious feel, which is incongruous and exudes the air of a nouveau riche.

Behind the large mahogany desk stood a very thin middle-aged man, probably only 1.6 meters tall. He was around 40 years old, and because he was so thin, his cheeks were sunken, making his face appear somewhat disproportionate. He wore a crew cut, a plaid shirt, a string of beads around his neck, and a top-tier limited-edition luxury watch worth tens of millions on his wrist.

His name is Mao Rusong, the behind-the-scenes boss of the Ninth Dimension Bar. This guy Magic City extensive connections and a very complicated background. He is known in the underworld as Fifth Master Mao.

At this moment, a woman with a strong perfume scent was sitting on Mao Rusong's right leg. Her name was Sun Jiamei, and she was Mao Rusong's favorite woman in the past two years. She was around 30 years old, very beautiful, but with heavy makeup and slightly plump.

Mao Rucong has a unique taste in women; one type she prefers is the slightly plump, mature woman like Sun Jiamei.

There were three bodyguards on each side of the desk, making a total of six people, all of whom were over 1.9 meters tall, broad-shouldered and burly, and practiced martial arts.

Near the main entrance on the other side of the office, there were six or seven men whose clothing was not uniform, but who all had a fierce demeanor.

In addition, three men, all middle-aged and Mao Rusong's trusted lieutenants, were sitting on a sofa on one side of the room, making quite a grand entrance.

Mao Rusong was a man who loved to put on a show.

The dozen or so people in the room stared at the young man in the chair opposite the desk with grim faces, giving the impression that they were surrounded by a menacing aura.

Wu Chen made the phone call to Li Ruobing in front of this group of people.

Okay, that's all for now.

Wu Chen smiled and hung up the phone, then put away his phone and looked at Mao Rusong across from him.

Mao Rusong had his right arm around the woman sitting on his lap, his left wrist resting on the armrest of the boss's chair, with a string of comments hanging from his hand.

He unconsciously twirled the bracelet with his thumb, but his gaze remained sharp, fixed on Wu Chen.

Friend, why don't you just tell me? Let's not waste any more time.

If Mao Rusong's voice sounds dry and hoarse, he is a heavy smoker.

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Chen's phone rang again.

From the moment Wu Chen entered this office until now, less than 10 minutes have passed, Wu Chen has already received two phone calls.

Before Li Ruobing, Su Qingying had called Wu Chen once; this was the third time.

Wu Chen took out his phone again and glanced at it; it was a call from Song Yongxuan.

Hello, Classmate Song.

Wu Chen answered the call.

Mao Rusong watched Wu Chen answer the phone again, his face twitching. His patience was limited. He took a deep breath, put down the bracelet, picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette, put it in Sun Jiamei, who was sitting on his lap, and immediately picked up a lighter to light it for Mao Rusong.

Mao Rusong took a deep drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke, his gaze fixed on Wu Chen's face.

Go ahead and send it, it's okay.

Um.

Wu Chen didn't talk much with Song Xuan. Song Xuan had asked him to meet, have lunch together, and then they signed the contract, which was Song Royalties.

They had agreed to sign a contract before the song was released, Wu Chen gave Song Xuan the song yesterday afternoon, but Song Xuan hasn't released it yet.

He doesn't have Wu Chen's ability to record and release songs casually. He's been recording songs for the past two days, making dozens of demos and inviting a large group of friends to listen to them. He takes it seriously, always doubting his own singing and striving for perfection.

Today is finally the day to release the song, so Song Xuan asked Wu Chen to sign the contract. However, Wu Chen couldn't go back to Magic City, which didn't bother Wu Chen. He just told Song Xuan to release it directly.

After talking for two or three minutes, Wu Chen hung up the phone, put away his phone, and looked at Mao Rusong again.

I don't know who gave you money or how much it cost to be so audacious.

Just as Mao Rusong spoke again, Wu Chen's phone rang once more.

The fourth time, Wu Chen took out his phone again and saw it was Wu Yurong. He could immediately guess that she wanted to invite him to lunch.

Mao Rucong, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He gently patted the woman's back with his right hand, and Sun Jiamei stood up.

Mao Rusong suddenly pulled open the drawer, reached inside, took out a gun, and then Huo Ran stood up, pointing the gun directly at Wu Chen's head.

Are you ever going to stop? Are you messing with me?

With that crappy phone of yours, why don't you just smash it?

Holy crap!

Mao Rusong was extremely angry, as if he was about to explode.

Just as Wu Chen was about to answer the phone, he looked at Mao Rusong with a natural smile on his face, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Wu Chen casually placed his phone on the table, then suddenly stood up, made a swift move, and with a quick twist of his hands, the pistol was in Wu Chen's hand.

Too fast, really too fast!

Mao Rucong was too close to Wu Chen, separated only by a table, and he still had his arm outstretched, holding the gun, which Wu Chen could reach out and touch.

The difference in their reaction time and awareness is the difference between a world-class athlete and an ordinary person.

Wu Chen instantly seized the gun and pointed it at Mao Rusong.

Wu Chen held the gun in his right hand, but had already lowered his left.

It wasn't until Mao Rusong and the dozen or so other people in the room grabbed their phones that they realized what was happening.

Big brother, Fifth Master, how dare you!

The bodyguards and the people at the door all wanted to move, and the three people sitting on the sofa suddenly stood up, with one of them even pulling out a knife from his pocket.

Mao Rusong suddenly gestured to those around him, signaling them to stay put.

The environment in Magic City is very different from that in the East Sea. In the East Sea, there are four powerful figures who control the area, but this is not the case in Magic City. The situation in the East Sea is much more complicated than in Donghai, and the security environment is much better in the East Sea, requiring stricter management.

Guns are a more sensitive topic in Magic City. Mao Rucong usually doesn't carry a gun on his person, only occasionally when he's on official business, but he always keeps one in his office.

Mao Rusong's men had no guns, not a single one.

Magic City a place where shootings must never happen, so they can't have them.

In other words, the gun currently in the room is in Wu Chen's hands, and the muzzle is pointed at Mao Rusong.

Mao Rusong remained calm. Although he was a rough man, he had seen many storms. He was shocked when Wu Chen snatched his gun away in an instant, but he did not show any fear on his face.

He knew very well that with the gun in Wu Chen's hands, if his men acted recklessly, or even just said something inappropriate, it could cost him his life.

Sun Jiamei stood there, frozen in place, not daring to move an inch, her face deathly pale.

In the suddenly quiet office, only Wu Chen's phone was still ringing.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Chen acted as if nothing had happened, holding a gun in one hand and answering the phone with the other.

Which woman is he with?

Why did it take you so long to answer?

Wu Yurong asked in a gentle and sweet voice.

Are you busy?

Wu Chen replied.

You haven't called me all day, you have no conscience!

Wu Yurong continued, her tone both teasing and slightly flirtatious.

So impatient?

Miss me?

Wu Chen smiled and asked in return.

Thinking about it, I even dreamt about you last night, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.

Bu Yurong didn't mind speaking her true thoughts at all. After all, the two of them had already gone that far, and she wasn't going to act shy like a little girl.

Although Wu Yurong has been married and divorced, and her daughter is already 20 years old, Wu Chen is her first man, and he will definitely be her last.

Do you have time to grab lunch together?

Or are you going to accompany Li Ruobing?

Wu Yurong asked again.

I'm currently away; I'll be returning to the East Sea in a couple of days.

Wu Chen said.

I'm heading out.

Wu Yurong was taken aback and replied to Wu Chen.

Wu Yurong paused for a moment, then didn't ask Wu Chen where he went or what he did, because he could guess that Wu Chen's business trip might be related to Ding Ruilong, which could be quite complicated, and there was no need to ask so clearly over the phone.

Well then, looks like I'll be eating lunch alone by myself.

Wu Yurong said sweetly.

Don't make it sound so tragic. Weren't you alone before?

Wu Chen laughed.

Can they be the same?

Wu Yurong asked a question in return, her tone carrying a gentle sweetness.

Nagging, you bad man, it's all your fault.

Okay, that's enough. You go about your business.

Okay, I'll call you tonight.

Okay, sure.

Everyone in the office watched Wu Chen make the phone call. Except for a salesman in his thirties with a mustache who approached Wu Chen's back almost silently and slowly, no one else dared to move, for fear that the slightest sound would cause an accident.

They could all tell that Wu Chen was talking to a woman on the phone. It wasn't that they could hear the voice on the phone, but rather that Wu Chen had said he missed them.

You can tell from his tone that Wu Chen is talking to his woman.

Everyone was baffled as to how this young man named Wu Chen could be so relaxed, nonchalant, and smiling as he chatted casually with his woman at a time like this.

With a gun pointed at him, Mao Rusong felt that time was passing very slowly. His calm demeanor did not mean that he was not under pressure; he felt that each day was an eternity.

Wu Chen didn't talk to Wu Yurong for very long, but Mao Rusong felt like it took forever before he finally hung up.

After hanging up, Wu Chen pressed the power button directly, not to turn off the phone, but to turn off the screen.

As he put his phone away, he glanced at the screen—a very professional and natural gesture; he was essentially using the screen as a mirror.

I glanced behind me; the footsteps couldn't possibly have been completely silent.

Wu Chen had noticed someone cautiously approaching him from behind while he was on the phone; he was just checking the person's position and posture.

The mustachioed man had already taken four steps, leaving him only four steps behind Wu Chen. He held Hunting Knife that looked like a dog's leg in his right hand, and his posture suggested he could be lifted up at any moment—he was a master.

After putting his phone in his pocket, Wu Chen glanced at Mao Rusong, who stood calmly in the office but whose body was stiff and dared not move. Suddenly, he turned around, his right hand holding the gun went around in front of him, through his left armpit, pointed the gun at his back, and pulled the trigger.

The gun fired, seven shots in quick succession. Wu Chen had fired!

From the moment he recalled firing his hand to the moment he fired seven shots, it was a single, fluid motion, yet the mustachioed man was not hit.

When Wu Chen fired the first shot, he was holding the Hunting Knife with his arm slightly outward and gripping it in a reverse position. Just as he was about to lift his foot, the gun struck the Hunting Knife in his hand, causing it to slip from his grasp.

The Hunting Knife didn't fly away after leaving his hand; instead, it spun in the air like a boomerang. This effect was related to where the Hunting Knife was hit. Although the effect of shooting blood in the air could only last for a very short time, that short time was enough for Wu Chen to fire a second shot.

Wu Chen's next five shots all hit the Hunting Knife, Hunting Knife actually flew into the air, bouncing and spinning with increasing speed. The last shot finally knocked the Hunting Knife away, but with a loud thud, it embedded itself in the wall on the other side of the room.

Everything sounds complicated, but it actually happened in just a few seconds.

The man with the mustache was so frightened after the knife slipped from his hand that he crouched down, but before he could react, he froze.

But everyone, including him, saw it, and they were all shocked, so shocked that their whole bodies went numb.

What's going on here?

Is this a movie shoot?

That's too exaggerated. Being able to keep an object suspended in mid-air by shooting it one shot after another is a common way to show off a sharpshooter's skill in movies.

Does this kind of marksmanship really exist in reality?

What shocked and baffled them even more was that Wu Chen hadn't turned around at all; he hadn't even looked behind him, yet he had miraculously achieved such an effect. It was impossible, like a dream.

As soon as the continuous gunfire stopped and Wu Chen took the gun back to his side, everyone in the room except him stared blankly, unable to come to their senses.

It's somewhat surreal, but it's Wu Chen's real marksmanship.

In terms of marksmanship, Wu Chen dares to claim that he is the best in the world when it comes to pistols alone. Whether it is a major competition champion or Special Forces Soldier or special police officer, War God Chen believes that no one can be better at pistol marksmanship than him. This is related to Wu Chen's reckless training using the Reincarnation Reset, as well as his increasingly better memory, concentration, and learning ability in the Reincarnation.

Wu Chen pointed the gun at Mao Rusong again. Mao Rusong was startled, his composure vanished, and he immediately spoke, but stammered, "Friend, I don't know who sent you to kill me. I'll give you 20 million, no, 50 million, I'll give you 50 million, let me go!"

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