Chapter 88 The Snake Has Emerged from Its Hole
The atmosphere in the penthouse suite of the Peace Hotel was oppressive.
Lu Jingyan stood in the middle of the living room, watching the woman walk past him without even giving him a glance.
She went straight to the innermost bedroom in the suite.
“Clatter.”
The sound of the lock clicking shut was crisp and resolute.
Lu Jingyan stood rooted to the spot, his mind in turmoil.
Charge in?
What identity should I use? A hired bodyguard?
Question her?
What did she ask? Her casual "Guess" stifled all his impulse and reason.
This woman is a vixen.
A vixen who can precisely grasp people's hearts and manipulate them at will!
Lu Jingyan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning a frightening bluish-white from the force.
He didn't move in the end, standing guard outside the tightly closed door, exuding an aura of "keep away, strangers, and don't bother acquaintances."
...
Inside the bedroom, separated from the agitated man outside by a door, a crack finally appeared on Su Wantang's cold mask called "Bai Shu".
She leaned against the door, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her still wildly beating heart.
Su Wantang walked to the table, placed the heavy iron box on it, and without any hesitation, pried open the welded lock.
Inside was a stack of files tightly wrapped in oil paper, and several black audio tapes.
Su Wantang put on white gloves and carefully opened the stack of yellowed medical records.
The more she looked, the heavier her heart became.
These were all secret transfer records of a group of orphans with "special blood types" from the Chunlei Welfare Home back then!
Each child's information was accompanied by a forged "serious illness transfer" certificate, and the final destination, without exception, all pointed to a private clinic called Sacred Heart on Hong Kong Island!
At the very bottom of each document is a flamboyant signature—Lu Wenbo!
It turns out that the welfare home is not only a blood bank, but also a source for screening "special consumables"!
Su Wantang suppressed the turmoil in her heart, put away the file, picked up one of the audio tapes, and put it into the tape recorder that she had prepared beforehand.
Press the play button.
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
After a burst of jarring static, the voices of two men could be heard intermittently.
A voice she recognized all too well—it was Lu Wenbo in his youth, brimming with an irrepressible ambition and ruthlessness.
"...These 'test subjects' are becoming increasingly disobedient; a few are even trying to escape. What should we do?"
Immediately afterwards, another voice rang out.
The voice was cold and hoarse, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, each word carrying a sticky malice.
"Get rid of it. Be clean, don't leave any trouble behind."
Lu Wenbo's voice held a hint of hesitation: "But... Bai Xiuzhu has been keeping a close eye on me lately, I'm afraid she'll notice something..."
"Heh." A cold voice let out a disdainful sneer.
“She’s just a woman, too much of a nuisance. Let her shut up forever. It just so happens that your niece, Lu Jingyue, also saw something she shouldn’t have seen. Let’s ‘deal with’ her too, and that will be the end of it.”
On the tape recorder, Lu Wenbo was silent for a moment, then said in an almost cruelly calm tone, "Okay."
Sizzle—
The recording has ended.
Su Wantang felt ice-cold all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
That's him!
It was this cold, unfamiliar voice that gave the order to kill her mother!
The owner of this voice is, without a doubt, the mysterious "Mr." behind Lu Wenbo!
Found it!
The death of her mother and the disappearance of Lu Jingyue, these two threads that had troubled her and Lu Jingyan for so long, finally found their most direct and bloody intersection in this small cassette tape!
Su Wantang gripped the cassette tape tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
She didn't cry, nor did she roar in anger.
Yes, but only a chilling cold that seeps into the bone and a murderous intent that boils like magma.
gentlemen……
very good.
I remember your voice.
...
Meanwhile, in a private room of an inconspicuous teahouse in Shanghai.
Huo Sanniang was wearing a dark red cheongsam with a high slit. As she picked up a teacup with her slender fingers, a section of her fair and round thigh was faintly visible in the shadows, exuding a deadly charm unique to mature women.
Across from her sat a man wearing a baseball cap, his face mostly hidden in shadow.
The man silently pushed a brown paper envelope in front of Huo San Niang, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.
“This is the new task and new helper that ‘the Master’ has given you. ‘The Master’ said that you underestimated the enemy last time at the dock. This time, you must make sure that woman dies without a trace.”
Huo San Niang paused slightly in her teacup.
"underestimate the enemy?"
She gave a cold laugh, a hint of humiliation and resentment flashing in her narrow phoenix eyes.
“I want to see what kind of capable person ‘sir’ has found for me.”
She put down her teacup and opened the envelope.
Inside was a document containing detailed information about "Hong Kong businessman Bai Zhu," which, of course, was all forged.
In addition, there are a few other photos.
The photo shows a white man with a sharp face and hawk-like eyes.
Huo San Niang's pupils contracted sharply after just one glance.
"ghost?!"
She recognized the man!
An internationally notorious top assassin, he is best at creating all kinds of flawless "accidents" and is also a master of poisons!
There are at least eighty to one hundred high-ranking officials who have died at his hands!
This time, "sir" has really gone all out!
With a professional like "Ghost" taking action, that woman named Bai Shu, even if she had nine lives, would be completely wiped out!
Huo Sanniang clenched the envelope, and the slight displeasure in her heart vanished instantly, replaced by a twisted pleasure.
She looked at the messenger opposite her, a greedy smile curving her red lips.
“Go back and tell ‘the master’ that once this is done, I’ll take all of Bai Xiuzhu’s inheritance left overseas!”
...
Peace Hotel, bedroom.
Su Wantang calmly made a copy of the crucial audio tape.
She carefully collected all the evidence, took a deep breath, and put the "White Art" mask back on.
Open the door.
As expected, Lu Jingyan was still waiting outside the door. When he saw her come out, his bloodshot eyes instantly locked onto her.
Bai Shu ignored his almost murderous gaze and casually tossed the copied cassette tape at him.
Lu Jingyan instinctively reached out and caught it.
The small cassette tape seemed so insignificant in his large hands, yet it weighed as much as a thousand pounds.
He looked up and asked in a hoarse voice, "What is this?"
Bai Shu walked to the wine cabinet, poured himself half a glass of red wine, and gently swirled it, the scarlet liquid forming a beautiful arc on the glass.
She turned around and looked at him from across half the living room, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
"Bodyguard Lu, this is your payment."
Her voice was calm, yet it carried a sense of all-knowing control.
"After listening, you'll understand that my mysterious 'client' is just like you and me..."
"Everyone wants Lu Wenbo to die, and they want him to die ten thousand times over."
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