I don't believe the queen can't kill you

Jimu knew that the man was watching him somewhere.

As a top killer, as soon as he stepped into this meeting room, he could see through the mystery in this confined space at a glance.In contrast to the overcrowding half an hour ago, now he is the only one left; the illogical interview speed further proves that his guess is correct.

As the distance between the two shortened, an emotion that was ready to come out was churning in the chest.

After being put to death and reborn, Ji Mu never forgot the matter of revenge; although four years later, the resentment towards that person at that time has also been learned to hide under the test of time, but the pain engraved in his heart is always with the breath. Always remind yourself.

If you ask Ji Mu what kind of emotional entanglement makes a person hate a person so much that he wants to kill him?That can only be understood by having lost everything at the hands of that person.

From now on, the fate of that man will be in his hands; he will pay back double the pain he has given himself.

"Mr. Himeki Takatsuki, please come this way."

When the woman's soft voice came from the opened door of the meeting room, Ji Mu immediately withdrew all his attention and followed her footsteps.

Himeki originally thought that the interview venue would be in the manager's office next door, but unexpectedly it was not on the same floor, but the president's office on the upper floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, an invisible air pressure came, and the whole floor was quite silent, not even a single person, but the sound of the woman's high-heeled shoes was ear-piercing.

"Please enter after knocking on the door."

The lady from the personnel department stood in front of the president's office and explained.Jimu entered the office according to her words, and the first person who jumped into his eyes was a man wearing rimless glasses and showing a friendly smile.

"Are you Himeki Takazuki?"

The man with glasses first scanned him from beginning to end, and then picked up the resume to compare his photo and identity.

Takazuki Himeki, born in 1980, is of Chinese-Japanese mixed race. ．

Himeki responded with a slight smile.With fluffy brown hair and slender eyes, plus the tear mole on the corner of the eye, it has a certain Japanese charm.

"Please sit down."

"thanks."

Sitting down towards the position pointed by the man, Ji Mu quickly patrolled the room without any trace, not ignoring a person sitting in front of the desk, with his back to the two of them watching the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.The faint masculine scent of cologne wafted in his nose, evoking a certain memory in his mind, and suddenly a murderous aura condensed between his brows, making him unconsciously reach out to the inside of the leather jacket.

"I took a look at your resume. Your first job was at SECOM Security Co., Ltd. in Japan. You have seven years of experience. You used to be the personal bodyguard of Japanese Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi and the famous female singer Angal. My job is at ISSHK, and I mainly deliver banknotes for Bank H.”

Looking at the man with glasses, Ji Mu immediately put away the special dagger in his finger, and responded with a smile: "Yes."

At this time, a strange woman knocked on the door and entered, put hot black tea in front of him, bowed to the man with glasses, and left quietly.The woman's intervention allowed Hime Mu to cover up his anomaly, took a sip of black tea, and while reorganizing his mind, he cursed that damn Ten in his heart, even fabricating such an outrageous experience.

Knowing that the poodle must have intentionally wanted him to be exposed, Ji Mu felt uneasy, but Shiki continued to ask questions without doubting him.

"Mr. Himeki, I see that almost all of you are developing abroad. Why do you suddenly want to work in Taiwan?"

Moving the tea cup away from his thin lips, Ji Mu changed his calm attitude and said with a contemptuous smile: "There are two reasons: the first is for money, I think Mr. Duan should be willing to spend a lot of money to ensure his personal safety, and the second is because I I like challenging things, and I hope the person who attacks Mr. Duan is a capable guy."

The other two people in the room all moved because of his speech; the person in front of him gave admiring glances, while the person with his back to him narrowed his eyes solemnly.

"I'm sorry, I'm a straightforward person. I can say whatever I want. If there is any offense, Mr. Duan, please forgive me." Ji Mu ignored the existence of that person, but his words were mysterious.

"It's okay, I don't think Mr. Duan will care, will he?"

A look of surprise flashed across his eyes, Shi Shi smiled, and deliberately responded with Ji Mu's way of speaking, hoping to see if Duan Lang would be swayed; it's a pity. ．Looking from where he was on the sofa, apart from seeing the frozen profile of a dead man, he couldn't see any other expressions.

"Mr. Himeki, that's all for today's interview. The result will be out tomorrow. If you are admitted, we will notify you by phone."

Since Duan Lang chose not to confront Ji Mu head-on, what else is there to sing about?Shi decided to let Ji Mu leave first, and then test Duan Lang's thoughts.

"Then can I leave now?"

"Well, you can leave now!"

Seeing that Himeki had already stood up, Shiki made a gesture of please.

As soon as Ji Mu closed the office door, Shiki turned his head and reported his opinion to Duan Lang: "Ji Mu is just as I thought, a person with a personality, just from his sitting posture, it can be seen that he has a strong sense of vigilance. , but judging from the overall performance, he doesn't seem to want to be admitted, which is really interesting." No employer would like this kind of uncontrolled and flirtatious bodyguard. wonderful.

"Just choose him!"

Duan Lang's cold voice came suddenly, and Shi raised his eyebrows with a surprised look on his face, "How strange? You didn't like him just now, why did you decide to choose him as your bodyguard so quickly? Are you thinking of other people to take a look?" ?” Having said that, at the same time, he threw the resumes of other people into the trash can, leaving only one document marked with a yellow paper clip.

Duan Lang didn't say a word, just got up and walked to the French window.

"The reason why you recruited him shouldn't be the one thing I thought in my heart! Because his voice is like Mu Yu's?" Shi boldly speculated on his thoughts.

"He's not Song Muyu." Duan Lang retorted seriously.

"Of course, I just said his voice is similar." Shiki retorted with a smile.

Duan Lang glanced at him coldly, "Get out of here after the matter is over."

"Understood, boss."

Mentioning the matter of Mu Yu has already violated Duan Lang's taboo, so many things have come to this end, so he left the office in a sensible manner and left him alone.

Duan Lang, who was alone in the office, looked down at the street scene, recalling in his mind what happened along the way before he climbed to the summit.

In his view, people have to sacrifice something in order to gain power and status.And what he sacrificed was something he shouldn't have in the first place: his feelings for Song Muyu.

He thought he had forgotten him, but when he heard Ji Mu's voice just now, for a moment, he had the illusion that Song Muyu was still by his side.

He knew he shouldn't have such thoughts, but he decided to recruit Ji Mu just because he wanted to hear Song Muyu call his name again.

It's been a long time since I've been so impulsive. Is this good?is it bad?

Immersed in his own thoughts, a tiny figure jumped into his eyes at this moment, Duan Lang's eyes turned dark instantly, and his usually calm face was filled with tangled and complicated emotions.