The muscular man was eventually carried out by two burly security guards. The people in the lounge watched him being carried away, but no one dared to make a sound. After all, the scene just now was too bloody and violent; they still hadn’t fully reacted to it.
Bai Chuan picked up a tissue from the table, wiped the blood off his face and hands, lit a cigarette, and casually sat on the sofa. His long fingers played with the lighter, making a clattering sound, as if nothing had happened just now.
The sound of the lighter was like the clanking of chains from hell, striking deep into the hearts of those in the lounge who had witnessed the scene. They hadn’t expected Bai Chuan to be so ruthless and rciless, completely unwilling to give people a chance to live...
"Bai Chuan!" The PR manager walked in, paused when he saw the blood on the floor yet to be cleaned, and his tone weakened significantly while speaking to Bai Chuan, "The boss is looking for you..."
Bai Chuan lifted his eyelids, smiled at the manager, and got up to leave the lounge.
Watching Bai Chuan leave, the others breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the pool of blood on the floor with dread, wondering if the muscular man was really going to die.
The room where Liu Fei’s boss resided was more like a super large VIP suite than an office, complete with all kinds of entertainnt facilities.
Two burly n guarded the entrance, but Bai Chuan walked straight in without knocking, and the n at the door did not stop him.
Once inside, Bai Chuan sat directly on the soft leather sofa, comfortably crossed his legs, showing none of the caution or fear one should have before eting the boss, instead looking completely nonchalant.
"You were too harsh today!" A tall man walked over, sat across from Bai Chuan, and looked at him coldly.
"He brought it on himself," Bai Chuan casually opened the cigar box on the coffee table and lit one for himself.
"That was just his way of making a living; he didn’t even know who Bai Yiran was," the man also lit a cigar, his voice sowhat weary.
In Liu Fei, there’s a well-known backroom deal where those whose businesses aren’t doing well or those wanting to earn more would put so unspeakable powder in the guests’ drinks. Once consud, the guests beco uncontrolled and overwheld with emotions. After that, their body and mind are completely manipulated by the PR people...
The drink the muscular man gave to Bai Yiran had powder in it, but his goal wasn’t Bai Yiran’s money, just Bai Yiran’s body.
Bai Chuan smoked in silence, looking sowhat mysterious in the haze of smoke.
The man continued, "Luckily his life was saved. I’ll also smooth things over with the right people to keep them quietly shut. You know your identity is fake; what good does it do you if you kill soone at this ti?"
Bai Chuan placed the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said faintly, "Understood." He then stood up to leave.
"Tianshen!" The man called after Bai Chuan, "Rember why you ca back. Don’t do sothing foolish for Bai Yiran again! Otherwise, aren’t all your grievances in vain? I can give you a better identity!"
Bai Chuan’s body trembled slightly, and he gently closed his eyes. He couldn’t recall how long it had been since he last heard that na.
"Thank you, Ming Jue." Bai Chuan’s expression was bleak, "It would be safer for you not to have too much contact with . And rember, I am Bai Chuan; Yin Tianshen is already dead..."
Reviews
All reviews (0)