He walked through the open glass doors of the banquet hall and came to the small garden next to it.
The damp, chilly night wind of Hong Kong gently brushed against his cheeks, adding to the already cold expression on his face.
Rong Zhaonan raised his head and glanced at the sky.
Thick clouds obscured the stars and moon, with only the faint glow of distant city neon lights reflecting at the bottom of the clouds, making the scene appear cold and gloomy.
He subconsciously reached into his pocket, wanting to take out a cigarette, but then suddenly remembered that he had quit smoking a long time ago.
Actually, he doesn't smoke often. He only lights one cigarette occasionally when he's upset, and he never takes more than three puffs of a cigarette.
Thinking of this, he chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Although the small garden next to the banquet hall is relatively secluded, waiters still come and go from time to time.
Not wanting to be noticed, he simply found an inconspicuous spot, leaped, and landed on the high pier of the open-air balcony behind the banquet hall.
Then I found a high spot with a wide view and sat down, so I could have a clear view of the area around the banquet hall.
...
In the ballroom's dance floor, Ning Bing'an and Ning Yuan danced the tango to elegant music.
Ning Bing'an skillfully led her, changing his steps to the rhythm of the tango, while noticing that Ning Yuan seemed somewhat absent-minded.
He suddenly asked, "Little sister, are you concerned about that security captain?"
"Brother Bing'an, you shouldn't be so rude." Ning Yuan's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure.
Ning Bing'an chuckled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Politeness? Do you think he's polite to me?"
Ning Yuan was taken aback, her mind flashing back to Rong Zhaonan's previous attitude towards Ning Bing'an, and his undisguised "provocation" just now.
She suddenly realized that, in Ning Bing'an's view, Rong Zhaonan's impolite behavior as the security expert invited by Ning Bingyu was undoubtedly a slap in the face to him and also to the Ning family's eldest branch.
Ning Bing'an is the adopted son of the eldest branch of the Ning family, making his identity inherently sensitive.
She frowned slightly, trying to find an excuse to smooth things over.
Ning Bing'an spoke first, his tone calm, but his eyes held a coldness that Ning Yuan couldn't fathom—
"You know that security captain, don't you?"
Ning Yuan: "..."
Ning Bing'an said calmly, "Little sister, you and I both know that Brother Yu never really intended to marry you to me. I also know that what we have is just an act. Please, elder brother, don't try to make me understand in this way that I am not good enough for you."
If it weren't for Ning Bingyu's instructions, how could a mere security expert dare to provoke him again and again?
Ning Yuan: "..."
Great, the most amazing highlight of her life appeared in the Hong Kong government—
Inexplicably, one night made two outstanding men feel inferior in her presence.
However, Ning Bing'an's imagination and 'misunderstanding' were quite beautiful, and a scapegoat appeared—Brother Powder Sausage.
Never mind, it doesn't matter. I heard that at the board meeting the day before yesterday, my uncle supported Brother Pink Sausage's leadership of the Harbour City project.
She has already accomplished her mission with just 1%!
"Brother Bing'an, don't overthink it." Ning Yuan gave a very perfunctory smile.
...
Outside the garden, the night wind, carrying a damp chill, brushed against Rong Zhaonan's cheek.
He stared coldly into the distance; the noisy music in the banquet hall seemed to him as if it were coming through frosted glass, blurry and distant.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from below the balcony, as soft as the rustling of leaves in the night breeze.
He lowered his head alertly, his sharp eyes sweeping across the area below the balcony with the speed of a hawk's gaze.
Two men dressed as waiters stood behind a clump of withered bushes, holding trays in their hands.
But their expressions were inconsistent with their status, revealing a hint of gloom and tension.
"Are you sure this medicine is effective? If something goes wrong, I can't afford the consequences!" one of the men asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with nervousness.
"Don't worry, this stuff is colorless, tasteless when added to alcohol, and it works very quickly, leaving absolutely no trace."
Another voice was cold and confident, carrying a chilling aura.
Rong Zhaonan frowned. He silently lowered his body again, like a cheetah lurking in the dark, listening intently to the conversation below.
"After Ning Bing'an finishes dancing, hand him the champagne. Remember, be quick and don't let anyone else notice."
"What if that girl from mainland China accidentally gets her hands on that glass of wine?"
"Didn't I tell you? The target is only Ning Bing'an. Don't let the mainland girl pick up the wrong wine glass. Only one glass should be brought in! Only one representative from the first or second branch of the Ning family can die, understand?"
"This...I'll try my best..."
"Try your best? Absolutely! The mainland girl just came back, she looks glamorous, but even if she dies, she won't cause any trouble. On the contrary, if Ning Bing'an dies, look at how much Ning Zhengkun dotes on him, how will he deal with Ning Bingyu and the second wife! He can't inherit the Ning family..."
The man's voice grew softer and softer, but it instantly made the light in Rong Zhaonan's eyes grow even colder.
"...Remember, if the plan changes, I will find a way in and act accordingly."
One of them whispered instructions while pulling a black pistol from his pocket.
The muzzle was fitted with a silencer, which gleamed coldly in the dim light.
Rong Zhaonan's eyes narrowed. These two guys were clearly well-trained assassins. It seemed that tonight's banquet was not simple.
Who is planning to use Ning Bing'an to deal with Ning Bingyu?
As he was pondering how to make his move, he saw the waiter carrying the poisoned wine enter the banquet hall, his target being Ning Bing'an, who was dancing with Ning Yuan!
The man was carrying a tray with a glass of bubbling champagne on it, which had clearly been tampered with.
Rong Zhaonan's eyes turned cold, and his aura instantly became sharp. Without hesitation, he flipped over and jumped off the balcony, like some kind of large feline, but landed silently.
No matter what, the rabbit spirit must not be implicated!
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