Hearing these four words, Zhang Te’s trusted aide, struggles once again to get up from the ground. However, this ti he only managed to get halfway up before collapsing heavily back onto the ground.
He clearly felt his body weakening rapidly, and was distinctly aware of the murderous aura emanating from those around him.
He knew what he was about to face, but he did not feel the slightest bit of fear or panic. Instead, he calmly asked, "What’s the ti?"
"Oh? Mr. Zhang, do you want to know when your journey to the other side will begin? Well, I suppose that could be arranged..."
The robotic voice, as irritating as ever, delivered the antagonistically sarcastic words in a way that was profoundly unsettling.
"It is now twenty past one in the morning, Thai local ti..."
Thai ti, twenty past one in the morning, that would be twenty past two in the evening back ho...Judging by the ti, Han Jingnian and his wife should have arrived in the Maldives by now, right?
In all the years he had known Han Jingnian, he had never gone against his wishes, nor had he ever acted out of his own accord. This was the first ti, and he supposed it would be the last.
However, even if he were to die, he vowed to go down fighting. He would never allow himself to be killed without offering any resistance!
At the thought of this, Zhang Te’s aide, exerting great effort, stretched out his hand and pulled out a small bottle of pills from his pocket.
The dicine was an experintal drug developed by Xie Lin over the past decade, based on the research of the second son. According to Xie Lin, it could temporarily enhance physical strength. However, Xie Lin had also ntioned that the drug was still in the experintal stage. It had ended up killing all the lab rats that were tested with it, so its effects on the human body were likely to be highly detrintal...
However, what did it matter how severe the side effects were? If Zhang Cheng wasn’t even afraid of death, why would he worry about dying after taking this pill?
With this thought in mind, Zhang Cheng lifted his hand, and dumped the pill into his mouth.
Just as Zhang Te’s aide swallowed the last of the pills, that unpleasant, chanical voice ca out of the loudspeaker once again, "Take action!"
As the words of that gender ambiguous voice finished, the bar door was suddenly kicked open.
Han Jingnian, dressed in a suit and emitting a powerful aura of murderous intent, strode through the door.
"What is happening?" A voice queried from behind the scenes. As Han Jingnian entered deeper into the bar, the voice spotted him through the surveillance caras. "Han Jingnian?" it asked, recognition colouring its tone.
Upon hearing these three words, Zhang Te’s aide forced his aching head to turn, his gaze eting Han Jingnian’s.
Due to serious injuries, his vision was sowhat blurred. It took him considerable effort to focus and clearly see Han Jingnian.
Everything else ceased to exist for him. His gaze was locked onto Han Jingnian, who was approaching him step by step, his expression unreadable.
The sound of his black leather shoes striking the wooden floor echoed through the room.
Cheng Liang’s shoes ca closer and closer until he was within reach. It was only then that Zhang Te’s aide belatedly realized that the man who had arrived was his own boss—Han Jingnian!
Wasn’t he supposed to be in the Maldives? How did he end up here?
As Zhang Te’s trusted aide pondered this, that androgynous, chanical voice echoed in the room again: "Haha, interesting, very interesting. There’s a saying ’You can’t find a place to step through, no matter how much you try. But when you stop trying, it cos to you free’. I thought my plan was going to end in disappointnt, but then, Han, you showed up at my doorstep!"
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