Chapter 131 The Hunt

Ji Mingchuan had been waiting in the coffee shop for half an hour.

That's not right.

He roughly understood Xin Que's habits; he knew what she said and did, and it was impossible for her to be so late for the appointment.

“Mr. Zhen,” he said apologetically, looking at the man drinking coffee beside him. “I’m sorry, my boss might have something come up. I’ll call her and ask.”

The man whose name was called looked up at him and gave him a gentle smile. "It's alright. I don't have anything to do today, so it won't hurt to wait here for a while."

“However,” Mr. Zhen asked, seeing Ji Mingchuan put down his phone with a puzzled look, “what kind of person is your boss?”

Ji Mingchuan was pondering whether Xin Que had gotten into trouble again when the man interrupted him, bringing him back to his senses. "She? She..."

Thinking back to everything that had happened on the cruise ship, Ji Mingchuan pondered for a long time before speaking, "I don't know much about her, but she seems to be a very loyal person..."

“Assassin.” Luo Wenyong leaned against the luxurious and spacious rosewood tea table in the Luo family’s old mansion, coldly watching the woman who had broken free from the bodyguards’ restraints, and slowly defined her.

From the moment Xin Que was brought in until now, she has finally confirmed that there is trace of her memories in this mansion.

The sound of a violin, which seemed to come from some room, gradually rose in pitch and became increasingly urgent.

Xin Que's military knife was confiscated by Luo Wenyong, so he could only rely on his physical skills to deal with these bodyguards.

"Don't worry." Luo Wenyong turned the dusty official kiln teacup over in his fingers. "Miss Xin, I don't care what your identity is or what kind of person you are."

"I only care about how much value you can bring me right now."

Xin Que dodged the bodyguard who tried to restrain her from behind, then grabbed his shoulder and shielded him in front of her, blocking another bodyguard's baton that was thrown at her.

Luo Wenyong's confident expression did not diminish even as Xin Que was locked in a stalemate with the bodyguards. On the contrary, as more and more bodyguards surged into the reception room and rushed toward Xin Que, Luo Wenyong's expression grew increasingly disdainful.

“I actually really hate dealing with rough people.” Luo Wenyong turned around, his leather shoes clicking on the floor, each step echoing the rise and fall of the strings. “Just like how, even though I made so many preparations for negotiating with Miss Xin…”

"But all you care about are mundane things like fighting and killing."

"It's as if you can't tell that this is the third movement of Vivaldi's 'Autumn' at all."

Xin Que had no time to pay him any attention.

Xin Que kicked the bodyguard in front of her away and punched him in the nerve, forcing him to release the baton in his hand.

“But even if I’ve explained it to you in detail,” Luo Wenyong’s expression remained unchanged, “you probably still don’t understand how Italian nobles actually conduct hunting activities.”

Xin Que suddenly felt that Luo Wenyong's literary and performative style seemed familiar.

An indescribable sense of familiarity finally made Xin Que spare a glance for him.

She knocked down another bodyguard who rushed at her with a swing of her baton, and the others gradually retreated, revealing thugs who were approaching her with guns raised.

"Firearms technology already existed in the Middle Ages and could be used on the battlefield... Miss Xin, the era of cold weapons has gradually faded away."

Luo Wenyong and his men pressed closer to Xin Que, asking, "Xin Que, will you surrender, or will you die under the gun?"

The sense of déjà vu in Xin Que's mind grew stronger and stronger.

Who does he look like?

"Bang." Xin Que reacted with surprising speed, quickly dodging a shot by turning to the side.

Huo...

Xin Que's brain was buzzing, as if some memory was about to burst forth.

The thug glanced at the woman who had fallen down the stairs, then looked back at the leisurely boss. With his permission, he immediately grabbed his gun and chased after her.

“Mr. Luo, she…” The assistant beside him said with some concern.

"Don't worry, she can't escape." Luo Wenyong glanced at his hands.

It was the slightly aged hand of a middle-aged man.

“That woman’s weakness is far too obvious…” Luo Wenyong stood on the high platform on the second floor, looking down at the door on the first floor that was being slowly pushed open.

The man who appeared at the door was the one Luo Wenyong had expected.

The body's nephew... Luo Huayi.

“We’re still one guest short,” Luo Wenyong said, looking down at the men in the lobby. “Luo Huayi, would you like to take a seat?”

Xin Que climbed over the railing and jumped down to the lawn below.

With her knees slightly resting on the solid wood floor for balance, Xin Que's expression turned serious.

We actually entered the story space at this moment?

wrong.

Is this storyline set in the works of Luo Wenyong?

Xin Que had a terrible headache.

This memory hasn't been pieced together yet, and no matter how familiar it feels, she can't fill in the gaps in her memory out of thin air.

Once again, Xin Que dodged the thug's bullets with a side roll, but then suddenly realized something was wrong.

"You guys aren't thugs?" Xin Que slowly stood up and looked at the man who was approaching her with a gun.

These people were not surprised at all by the existence of the story space.

"You are..."

Prison guards.

Before he could finish speaking, the man pulled the trigger again.

Xin Que quickly dodged to the side.

Suppressed by firepower, the woman could only flee. She rushed to the corner of the third floor and finally found a door that could be opened.

Xin Que looked at the coffee shop bathed in warm yellow light and tightened her grip on the doorknob.

The waiter walked past her with a plate in his hand, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Mr. Ji," Mr. Zhen said, after hearing Ji Mingchuan's summary of Xin Que, he offered a few words of praise, "Your boss is indeed loyal and courageous."

"But according to our feng shui, such a person should have a lot of yang energy and wouldn't be easily affected by yin energy."

Ji Mingchuan couldn't explain, "Uh, I don't know if those ghost walls are considered to be affected by yin energy... but we really did encounter them."

"And more than once."

Mr. Zhen was somewhat troubled upon hearing this. “In that case, why don’t we wait until we meet your boss in person and take a look first? If I really can’t solve it, then I’ll go home and ask my father to come out of retirement.”

Ji Mingchuan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and subconsciously turned around, "Xin Que?"

Xin Que stood still.

"This is Master Zhen's only son, whom I mentioned to you on the phone. Master Zhen is quite old now and rarely appears in public; it's almost always Mr. Zhen who handles these kinds of matters."

Ji Mingchuan stood up and beckoned Xin Que over, "What is your birth date and time?"

Xin Que glanced around the coffee shop.

It's the coffee shop where I had arranged to meet Ji Mingchuan.

One link leads to another.

What exactly does Luo Wenyong want by forcing himself into a coffee shop?

“Miss Xin,” Mr. Zhen said, looking at her, “Mr. Ji just introduced you.”

Xin Que slowly walked over. "Have you been waiting for me here for a long time?"

Seeing that she hadn't sat down, Ji Mingchuan didn't feel comfortable sitting down first, so he stood next to her.

Mr. Zhen spoke first, "It's only a few minutes, not long at all."

“Looking at your face…” Mr. Zhen carefully observed Xin Que’s face, “you really don’t seem like someone who would be haunted by yin energy.”