episode 50

The entire restaurant was completely silent, with only the sounds of the few people present, some breathing rapidly and others evenly, audible.

"Then you've mistaken me for someone else."

He Xun's arms were tense, and his tone was indifferent.

He Lianmeng placed her fair and slender hands on her chin, the lacquered red nail polish on her fingernails shimmering with an eerie and beautiful light. She sighed thoughtfully, "Really? But your eyes really look like his. I rarely see someone outside the entertainment industry who is so handsome. I shouldn't be mistaken."

Huo Liang and Chen Guangling, who were standing to the side, were taken aback when they heard this, and their expressions became inscrutable when they looked at He Xun again.

"Sister Meng, there are plenty of people in this world who look alike. Do I really need to explain such a simple thing to you?"

He Xun's handsome face showed innocence and displeasure. He continued to talk back, but his right hand reached into his pocket and found the miniature walkie-talkie disguised as a pen. He found the protrusion and pressed the talk button.

Because of nervousness, my palms were sweaty, and I didn't press down the first time. I only succeeded on the second try.

Fortunately, his acting skills were superb, and everyone's attention was focused on his face.

Huo Liang interrupted, "Soren, to tell you the truth, mistaking someone for someone else is no big deal. What I'm most concerned about right now is how you got those calluses on your hands."

His expression was calm, yet carried just the right amount of doubt, as if he were genuinely asking a question.

People who aren't very vigilant might actually be fooled by his sincere expression.

A chill suddenly ran down He Xun's back.

He realized it too late.

No wonder that man in the tuxedo kept staring at his hands; he was waiting for him there. He has a sharp eye.

If that's the case, then the man in the tuxedo is most likely a trained fighter, and he must have been reporting this matter to Huo Liang when he whispered it in his ear.

Realizing they were becoming wary and wouldn't be able to leave anytime soon, He Xun was no longer in a hurry.

Anyway, the signal has already been sent.

It's a pity, though. He originally wanted to avoid alerting the enemy for the time being and catch them all in one fell swoop.

He Xun shrugged, sat back down at the dining table, lazily crossed his legs, and asked doubtfully, "I studied painting and piano when I was a child, so it's normal to have calluses on my hands?"

"I'm just more curious about how Brother Liang is so observant that he even knows I have calluses on my hands. Is it because Brother Liang has such good eyesight, or is it because Brother Liang has a master by his side who is deliberately keeping an eye on me?" He Xun looked at Huo Liang with a half-smile.

"That's too polite of you."

Huo Liang was cautious and clearly didn't want to completely break ties with He Xun before the truth came out. Sensing the sarcasm in He Xun's tone, he forced an apologetic smile, "I had no choice, Soren. You should understand. Our estate really can't withstand even the slightest disturbance. Being vigilant is better for both of us."

What a show-off.

He Xun was too lazy to listen to this high-sounding nonsense and sneered, "So what exactly do you want?"

“We won’t make things difficult for you,” Chen Guangling said, clearly playing the bad cop. “Come with us to the monitoring room now. Once we’ve seen the surveillance video and proven your innocence, we’ll let you go immediately. We’ll still be friends, and you’re welcome to come anytime you want.”

She was determined to find out whether he had slept with a girl last night.

He Xun wanted to stall for time.

We need to stall until Su Yaojia and Song Liuguang arrive with the police.

"I think I understand now. They're starting to doubt me again. Last night they made me take off my clothes, and this morning they're doing this again. What exactly do you want? Are you trying to bully me just because I'm young and have a good temper?!"

After He Xun finished speaking in a deep voice with a furrowed brow, he seemed to have reached his limit and kicked the table several meters away!

The plates and food on the table were instantly flipped into the air, and milk splashed out of the glass, hitting the faces of the other three people.

In an instant, a look of shock, barely concealed, appeared in the eyes of everyone present. That was a marble table! How could this kid be so strong?!

In that split second, He Xun suddenly stood up, walked straight to the dining table, grabbed Huo Liang by the collar, and slammed him onto the cold table with a thud.

His eyes were filled with malice, and the whites of his eyes, which hadn't slept all night, were bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and said, "You really think I'm a pushover, huh?"

He Xun deliberately held back his strength, trying his best to make his expression resemble that of a spoiled brat.

As expected, apart from a flash of panic in his eyes when he was first pressed onto the table, Huo Liang did not show any other signs of losing his composure and quickly relaxed.

Moreover, being overshadowed by such a cold beauty has a unique charm.

Huo Liang chuckled hoarsely, his hand slowly sliding up He Xun's lean waist and gently grasping He Xun's slender wrist: "Soren, don't get so agitated, let's talk this out."

He Lianmeng, sitting at the dinner table, watched coldly, glancing at her nominal husband.

Chen Guangling, who was enjoying the spectacle, grabbed a tissue and haphazardly wiped the milk stains off his face, saying, "Soren, if you keep holding your brother Liang down like this, you won't be able to leave on your own."

Although he said it jokingly, there was a hint of threat in his tone.

The subtext is: If you kill Huo Liang, you won't get away with it either.

After a while, He Xun, true to his character, snorted coldly and released his grip unhappily.

Just as he turned around, Huo Liang quickly gave a wink to the two men in tuxedos at the restaurant entrance.

As He Xun had expected, all the men in tuxedos in the manor were bodyguards disguised as waiters. They moved extremely fast, rushing up like lightning and grabbing He Xun's arms from both sides.

"Behave yourself!!"

He Xun had no intention of struggling at all. He chuckled softly, tilted his head, and his smooth black hair swayed as he said, "What? Planning to imprison me too?"

"Of course not." Huo Liang chuckled softly, slowly straightening up, and coldly ordered the man in the tuxedo, "Take him upstairs!"

He was unwilling to offend this mysterious young nobleman in front of him.

But if the other party has nothing to hide, why keep making excuses? If there's really nothing wrong, what's the harm in going upstairs with him to check the security footage?

Huo Liang strode up to He Xun, his eyes sweeping over the two slender arms held by the man in the tuxedo. Because He Xun was so fair, the skin gradually showed obvious red marks. He teased, "Be gentle, don't hurt him."

High and mighty, utterly clueless.

But you can't really blame him. It's just that He Xun's appearance is too deceptive. To anyone, he looks like a tall, thin, and seemingly harmless pretty boy. No one would guess that before he transmigrated into the book, he was a heroic reporter who single-handedly ventured into dangerous places and infiltrated dragon's dens and tiger's dens dozens of times. He was also a fearless war god who made countless capitalists in the entertainment industry tremble with fear and lose sleep over him.

Even though they had already guessed that He Xun was up to something, they still didn't take it too seriously. The main reason was that whether it was Huo Liang, Chen Guangling, or He Lianmeng, the man in the tuxedo, they had all looked down on He Xun from the beginning. They looked down on the handsome young man with fair skin and what they called a "pretty face".

This is similar to the subconscious belief of all successful women in the world that they rose to power through their bodies.

He Xun wasn't angry; he saw it as his natural advantage.

Last night, he carefully observed the structure of each floor. Because there was a monitoring room, the top floor was the most enclosed space, without even a crack in the window. If he went up there, his chances of escaping would be very small.

...tsk.

He Xun shrugged impatiently.

Looks like we have no choice but to give it a shot.

"Let's go!" The man in the tuxedo grabbed his arm and led him toward the stairs without allowing any argument.

But the next second, the two men in tuxedos suddenly felt a sharp pain in their hands. When they looked again, they realized that He Xun had actually broken free from their grasp! Only the redness and swelling on the backs of their hands proved that they had really held He Xun's arms, and it wasn't a hallucination.

They stared at the young man in astonishment.

He Xun twisted his wrist, loosened his muscles, and said with a playful look in his dark eyes, "No need."

"you--"

Before anyone could utter a sound, He Xun suddenly reached out and grabbed the hair of the two men in tuxedos, pulling them forward with force. Clang! Their foreheads collided violently! Immediately, they saw stars and passed out! With a thud, they collapsed to the ground like rag dolls.

Chen Guangling's mouth dropped open instantly, his eyes widened to almost the size of an egg, and the tissue in his hand fell to the floor with a thud.

Huo Liang was both shocked and furious: "You, you really... have a problem!"

"Isn't it a bit too late to realize this now?" He Xun mocked.

Huo Liang's chest heaved violently, and his usually gentlemanly and refined face finally betrayed him. He asked with a gloomy expression, "Who exactly are you!"

He Xun remained expressionless: "Your father."

"Damn it!" Huo Liang laughed angrily, then belatedly realized and muttered in disbelief, "Soren... could that name be fake too?! No, your clothes... your car! Your necklace! And... and the auction! They're all real! Who exactly are you?!"

He Xun clicked his tongue twice, and said with a hint of regret, "That's why I said you guys are stupid."

"But I'm in a hurry, I have no obligation, and I'm too lazy to explain to you."

"Come on, brothers and sisters." He casually pulled a decorative leather belt from the storage cabinet beside him, wrapped it around his well-defined fingers, tightened it, and said with a half-smile, "Would you like to tie yourselves up yourselves, or would you like me to do it for you?"

He Lianmeng laughed, her voice icy as she sighed, "She's still so young, and she's too confident."

After saying that, she suddenly stretched out her hands, put them together, and clapped them three times.

A series of crisp, powerful applause rang out in the large restaurant, as if issuing some kind of mysterious code or password.

The sound faded.

—Awoo!

Suddenly, the once quiet manor was filled with the howls of wolves!

A chill ran down his spine and up his central nervous system. He Xun's face instantly turned cold, and he turned around abruptly as if he had seen a ghost. Sure enough, four or five British Columbia wolves suddenly sprang out from the stairwell!

They were entirely blackish-gray, with pairs of gleaming, cold pupils shooting out a captivating amber brown light.

With its back arched and hair bristling, it exudes a murderous aura! Its vicious canines are bared! It awaits its master's command to tear apart its prey! A single, fatal blow!

And the man leading these wolves was the same man in the tuxedo who noticed the calluses on his hands this morning!