Chapter Ninety-Four: A Small Place
After getting the number from the team leader, he dialed without hesitation. The one who had been carousing wildly in the lobby just moments ago was now at a loss.
Li Jun had never understood why a company office would suddenly call his mobile. Surely it couldn’t be that a coworker had caught him breaking some rule out here, could it? Uneasy to the core, he did not want to answer at all and was about to hang up, but the number was relentlessly persistent. The little circle of friends beside him was growing impatient too, urging him to just hang up first.
“Come on, why are you being such a killjoy when we’re out having fun? Just put—”
That young man’s dashing, heroic bearing was something the generals who had fought in that war would never forget.
Another masked youth gave a cold snort, formed hand seals at once, stamped his foot, and a wall of earth rose from the ground, sealing off the alley mouth.
Yet in the face of Tiger Jin’s taunts, Blue Bat merely stood a few steps in front of him, smiling as she watched him.
The head of the Wu family was a genuine scholar who had passed the highest imperial examinations, a favored disciple personally chosen by the emperor himself. He had brought honor to the clan, and their household was further protected by the door gods, the stove god, the well god, and other divine guardians.
The others’ faces were equally grim. Of all times to make a move, they had chosen the moment when the imperial envoy was about to arrive at Chenping Granary. It was practically a slap in everyone’s face. Still, they could not say much, since each of them had taken their share of favors and gifts; their expressions were dark as water, while all manner of feelings surged in their hearts.
At Wanda’s accusation, the very villainous-looking man let out a few dry laughs before saying, “You don’t need to know who I am. Originally, I meant to help you kill that giant green monster, but now you’ve scared him off.”
In an instant, she was so ashamed she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. How could she have gotten drunk and said everything?
Alas, those people were also pinned down tightly by the men Feiran had brought, with no room to fight back.
Of course, the most frightened of all was the crown prince of the Yangma Kingdom, terrified that Fang Ce might change his mind at any moment.
The banquet in the hall was in full swing when a servant entered to report that a guest’s attendant was waiting outside with an urgent message. The general whose attendant had come immediately rose, apologized to the people in the hall, and hurried out.
Each time a beam locked onto her, Qiu Yue was able to warn herself a step ahead. Hitting her was truly no easy task.
“Whether I’m capable or not is not for me to say,” Ye Fei said without lifting his head, continuing forward without even glancing at Li Sheng.
Damn it, it wasn’t just those two. There were probably quite a few more people stationed outside to keep watch over him.
There were also those stubborn, blindly loyal fools who gave no thought to the urgency of the present situation, clinging only to reverence for the imperial house and shouting about restoring power to the court. Whether that was truly the way out or not, they only used it to paint themselves as morally superior.
Tan Rou brought Xie Jie and Xie Yaoyao. Clearly, she did not want to bring Xie Yaoyao, but Xie Zhao said that since they were going to pray to the gods and Buddha, they might as well bring Xie Yaoyao along too. However, just before they set out, Xie Zhao stayed behind because of business matters, and Xie Xun went off to report on the work of the past few years.
Among them, Tang Hao was especially outstanding. Although he had entered through a special recruitment for oil painting, he was also skilled at the piano, cello, and other instruments. His marksmanship, in particular, was exceptional.
Yes, he was the black-clad man who had once mistaken Sheng Ruosi for Gu Xiran because of his face blindness and taken her away. This time, to make amends, he had come in person to capture Gu Xiran.
She was meant to become a Best Actress. If she performed in a flop of a drama, then the distance between her and that dream would only grow greater and greater.
But when faced with those two security guards who looked every bit the villains, if soft words would not work, then only force would do.
A slight smile curved at the corner of Byun Baekhyun’s mouth. He glanced back at Dilraba, flashed an OK sign, and tossed the paper ball to Wu Sehun.
True enough, three years of grievance had to be vented once. After all that was let out, it would no longer fester. Only then could they truly reassess the situation before them.