Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The young man leading me did not take me into the private room; after all, which private room could accommodate a hundred people? He guided me out through the back door, and as soon as it swung open, I was greeted by a sea of black suits waiting for me. This scene resembled something out of a television show where the Black Boss was preparing for a grand event.
I looked around, feeling as if I had forgotten something important. Just as I was about to speak, it hit me! Had I really forgotten that this group included spies? With that realization, I knew I couldn't mention it; who knew if there were any people from Wang Shang among them?
Seeing me standing there with my mouth agape and not uttering a word, everyone exchanged puzzled glances. Among the crowd, I spotted the two young men who had accompanied me to the barbecue restaurant that day.
I pointed at them and said, "You two, come over here for a moment." The others looked around, unsure of whom I was calling.
"Are you calling us?" one of them asked.
"Yes, that's right. You two come here," I confirmed.
My unexpected approach left everyone confused. Why was I calling just these two to speak in a corner while everyone else was gathered?
Once we reached the corner, I asked, "Did you tell Old Zhao that there are spies here? Or have you already figured it out?"
I posed two questions that shouldn't have been too difficult to answer. However, they exchanged glances for quite some time without anyone speaking up.
"What are you staring at? If we don't resolve this issue, I can't make any further decisions. I don't know if there are spies from Wang Shang, Bei Shang, or Nan Shang among you, or if it's just the two of you."
As I said the last sentence, I narrowed my eyes and looked at them with a mocking expression filled with suspicion.
One of the young men quickly spoke up in response to my words. "No, no! Xiao Zhao, how could we possibly be spies? We've been following Old Zhao for many years; there's absolutely no way we could be spies! It's just—"
"Just what?" I pressed.
The other young man nudged his elbow and said, "Well, we've done what we needed to do; the rest is up to the boss to handle."
They had!
In fact, there were no spies among us at all. Ouyang Xiong's appearance that day was arranged by the boss himself; none of us knew about it until we later went to find him and he told us directly.
My mind went blank in an instant. What did this mean? There were no spies?! This was all arranged by Old Zhao???
Why is he doing this? Isn’t this just pushing me into the fire pit?
I was utterly perplexed. What exactly was Old Zhao plotting?
They all stared at me, leaning against the wall, not daring to make a sound. Even when facing Zhao Changsheng, they wouldn’t feel this kind of anxiety. They knew very well how Zhao Changsheng treated them, but this was Zhao Lun, Zhao Changsheng’s precious son. Zhao Changsheng had given strict orders to protect him at all costs.
“Why don’t you all go ahead and tell the big guy to wait for me for a bit?”
They had nothing more to say and turned to leave without hesitation.
One reason was that they didn’t understand Zhao Lun’s character. The other was that they were unsure if Zhao Lun was like his father.
Ouyang Xiong blocked me in the alley, but this was also arranged by Zhao Changsheng. From the moment I met Ouyang Zhirou, it seemed Old Zhao had anticipated everything and asked me first what I thought of Ouyang Zhirou as a person.
Comment 0 Comment Count