"What?" Keith was a bit confused. He thought Henry had no good intentions and was asking him to settle the bill for the article, but his guess was off the mark. Henry was not a man who played by the rules at all.

But then he realized, did Henry have the right to say this to him?

"I'm not married, Bailey is not married, and we are openly in a relationship between a man and a woman. What's getting in the way of others?" Keith looked up and stared straight into Henry's sharp eyes.

An open and honest relationship between a man and a woman? It's as funny as someone saying a whale is a fish. The relationship between men and women is always full of ambiguity and romance. Besides, Henry could see through Keith's ulterior motives towards Bailey at a glance.

"Bailey is my wife now. Stay away from her." Henry crossed his arms over his chest and, in a haughty manner, declared his sovereignty over Bailey.

Keith seemed to have tripped over something. He took two steps back and nearly fell to the ground. It felt as if a piece of flesh had been torn out of his heart. Wasn't Bailey supposed to have forgotten his old love and waited so long? How could he have chosen to marry? And she married Henry.

Now Keith understood, no wonder the military said Henry's actions were fine.

The medical expenses were fully funded by Bailey's father's friend; Qualification issue, Bailey is married to him, there is no suspicion of illegally occupying the high-ranking official ward.

Henry, you're more cunning than a fox, using the marriage registration trick to perfectly evade responsibility and easily hold the beauty in your arms, killing two birds with one stone.

"A marriage certificate without affection is just a piece of waste paper. I won't give up Bailey." Keith said.

Henry's two arched eyebrows furrowed. A thin layer of anger welled up in his exquisite and beautiful features. He raised his eyes to look at Keith and said indifferently, "Say one more word and I'll kill you."

"Just for you?" Keith couldn't help laughing. "You're so sick that you can't even walk. You could die at any moment. And kill people? You probably don't have the strength to swat a fly."

Don't look at how handsome and charming Henry is. He's just a paper lantern, and with a light poke, it's a hole.

Keith gave Henry a disdainful look and turned to go back to his office.

At that moment, he suddenly felt the world spinning before his eyes, his body being hit hard with a force, his back crashing heavily against the wall, and a piercing, bone-piercing pain climbing up his spine.

Henry's face, brimming with murderous intent, came right in front of Keith.

Just as Keith opened his mouth to shout for help, Henry's hand reached out and clung tightly to his chin.

"Click," a crisp sound came from Keith's jawbone, dislocated.

Then a QSG92 pistol was pressed against Keith 's temple, cold and hard, making a deep dent in his temple.

Keith stared in terror, his body trembling, his dislocated chin unable to utter a word, could only let out a cry of pain.

Henry held a pistol against Keith's head, his face calm and cold, his eyes fierce and resolute.

Keith didn't know what to say. He was afraid that a move or a sound would provoke Henry to kill him. He simply couldn't figure out how this terminally ill, ear-piercing fellow could turn his face into a ruthless killer. Which one is the real Henry?

In the special forces, Henry has carried out assassination missions and has also been shooting in a hail of bullets with a submachine gun. He couldn't remember how many people he had killed, but he knew that they were all lawless and unforgivable fugitives.

"Killing is actually very easy." A charming yet terrifying smile, like a mandala, bloomed on Henry's jade-like face.

He hooked his slender fingers.

In the empty and silent corridor, the pistol trigger was pulled, making a terrifying sound.

At this moment, time stood still.

I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a second, or a century.

It was only in Keith's blank mind that consciousness was restored.

I'm not dead, I'm still alive.

The ecstasy of having survived the disaster was churning in Keith's heart, and he was so happy that he wanted to jump up, but his legs gave way and he finally collapsed, lying on the ground, trembling all over and unable to get up.

"There's no bullet in this gun." Henry mockingly waved the gun in front of Keith's eyes and pulled it back to his waist. "Use this gun to shoot you and it will dirty my gun. Go and change your pants, big reporter who records the truth."

When Henry said this, Keith realized that his body was icy cold and that his trousers had been soaked through at some point.

Keith felt a hot sensation on his face. How embarrassing!

"You don't have to be embarrassed either. Tomorrow, there should be a leader or organization to talk to you and inform you that you can leave here. This is an insider message. You don't need to thank me for revealing it in advance."

Henry turned away with the pride and satisfaction of a victor.

Keith had hoped that a criticism from his boss would be enough and that he could make a comeback after the storm had passed. But now he realized that he was going to be fired.

For the position of party reporter, he gave up Bailey, cheated on Paula, and used House of Morris resources to get the job.

But in the end, all his efforts came to nothing.

Keith curled up in the corner with his head in his arms, like a stray dog.

It took a while for the security guards patrolling the building to spot Keith.

"What happened?" The security guard noticed something odd on Keith's side. He knew that the reporter had been in big trouble recently, and seeing his current state of confusion , the security guard was worried that he might not be able to get over something and was about to jump off the building to commit suicide.

"Someone wants to kill me." Keith grabbed the security guard by the collar as if he had grabbed a lifeline. He suddenly remembered that surveillance equipment had been installed in the building. If the footage of Henry coercing himself with a gun just now was captured by the surveillance cameras, that would be conclusive evidence. If it were made public, it would surely cause a huge stir in society. It might be a turning point for oneself.

Anyway, I don't want to get better. At worst, I'll fight Henry to the death and lose both of us.

Hearing that someone had run into the building to kill someone, how could the security guard be negligent? He immediately reported to the security department of the newspaper office.

The situation was so critical that the security department agreed to allow Keith to retrieve the surveillance footage. Keith didn't even have time to change his wet pants before he followed the security guard into the security department in one go.

According to the time and place he said, the security department retrieved the surveillance footage.

In front of the computer screen, Keith nervously watched frame by frame.