Lin Guoxiong, upon receiving Lin Yan’s message, immediately put the matter into action. He was incredibly excited by this news, seeing it as a golden opportunity. If this plan succeeded, given the current online momentum, it wouldn't necessarily destroy the Song family, but it could certainly knock them out of the ranks of top families. Once they were no longer a top family, it would be much easier for the Lin family to deal with them.
However, a bucket of cold water was quickly poured over Lin Guoxiong’s head. After his subordinates investigated, they found that the racing team had absolutely no connection to the Song family; they were completely clean. The racing team was actually controlled by a foreign enterprise that had only recently been established. This enterprise had already declared bankruptcy and been deregistered by the time the racing team was founded, and the legal representative’s whereabouts were unknown. Given the current situation, Lin Guoxiong guessed that he would likely never find this legal representative.
Immediately, Lin Guoxiong’s expression turned grim. The feeling was awful, like being offered a bowl of rice when you were starving and your mouth was watering, only to be told the rice was poisoned and couldn’t be eaten.
At the same time, this news also reached Lin Yan’s ears. Lin Yan frowned upon hearing it. He hadn't expected the Song family to handle things so well. If they couldn't redirect the blame, without substantial evidence, it would be difficult to make the Song family suffer. The internet could twist black into white, and without concrete evidence, it would be impossible to prove anything, and they might even be counterattacked.
“Honey, this is the profit analysis for the racetrack.”
Hearing Su Mojin’s voice, Lin Yan snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the computer screen in front of his wife. He took a quick glance, took a photo, and sent it to Lin Guoxiong. After sending the photo, Lin Yan called Ah Dong. To prevent Lin Yan from getting into trouble, Ah Dong had accompanied him this time, responsible for assisting Li Wei in protecting Lin Yan’s safety. Although he knew the chances were slim, Lin Yan still asked Ah Dong to search for information about the people in the Song family’s racing team. If there was no physical evidence, there had to be a witness.
“Alright, stop working and take a break.”
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yan pulled his wife into his arms. Ever since he found a tutor for her, Su Mojin had been busy almost all day, and he felt sorry for her. Suddenly being embraced by Lin Yan, Su Mojin’s body softened, and she nestled into his arms.
“I’m still working…” she whispered softly, her red lips parting. Su Mojin still had a pile of work to finish.
“Working on what? Rest a bit.” Lin Yan had no intention of letting his wife work today, at least not for now. He held her tightly in a possessive embrace. Su Mojin leaned her head on Lin Yan’s shoulder, her cheeks flushed, and looked at him with affection. She knew her husband was concerned about her.
***
In a hotel opposite the Oslo Airport, two men wearing masks and sunglasses sat at a table in the lobby, eating peanuts and watching the street outside the entrance. Due to the ongoing races, the place wasn't empty; there were several foreigners eating around them, making them inconspicuous amidst the crowd. One of the men wore a hat and a trench coat, covering himself very thoroughly, but his slippers made him look a bit disheveled. These two were Rens and the chief technician of the Song family’s racing team, who had escaped from the hospital.
“Rens, are you sure we’ll be able to wait for the Lin family people here?” the chief technician asked cautiously, sitting opposite Rens and observing their surroundings.
Retracting his gaze, Rens looked at him and said, “If they don’t come today, they’ll probably come tomorrow. We just need to wait here.”
Hearing Rens say this, the chief technician breathed a sigh of relief. He had been living like a nightmare these past few days. The previous race in Country A was fine, apart from Zhang Dong’s clueless and bossy directives, there were no other unusual situations. However, at the Oslo race, or rather, before the Oslo race, he had sensed something was wrong. Besides the many scars on Rens’s body, he had noticed that some other people had infiltrated the team. These people didn’t do anything; their sole task seemed to be monitoring them. They had confiscated their senior management’s identification and phones, as if trying to imprison them. Especially this time, they had actually ordered Rens to crash into another team’s driver, to cripple the opponent – how insane was that? It was from that moment that he had decided to escape, and Rens had found him at the same time, leading to this plan.
The two watched for a while. Rens seemed to be getting impatient, as he was injured. The chief technician suggested he go upstairs first while he kept watch, but Rens refused. The chief technician reluctantly let him sit there. Rens also had his own ulterior motives; he was afraid that the other party would run off and leave him behind. Their chosen spot was excellent, not only hidden but also located on the side of the lobby entrance, close to the staircase and allowing them to monitor the vehicles coming and going on the road through the glass.
They stared intently outside. Suddenly, a black car stopped at the airport entrance. Hei Dao and several subordinates got out of the car.
“They’re here!” the chief technician exclaimed, his gaze fixed on the two men outside.
“Don’t be nervous. They probably won’t come in. I’ll go book a room first, just in case. If worst comes to worst, we can hide upstairs.” They were opposite the airport, so the other party couldn’t notice them for the moment. Besides, this was in the country of Oslo; it wasn’t easy to take them away in broad daylight. Hobbling to his feet, Rens walked to the front desk and used the money he had found on a bodyguard to book a room with a window facing the airport. Since he had no identification, Rens kept only one bill for food and gave the rest to the front desk.
“Do you think we should call the police and ask the Oslo police for help?”
“No.” Sitting back down, Rens pulled his hat lower. Calling the police wasn't a good option for the two of them; it was full of too many unknowns. Moreover, he had something to hide from the other party: he intended to use the evidence he had to negotiate with the Lin family. The trap the Song family had set for him, the clauses in the exorbitant contract, he couldn’t afford to pay. Only the Lin family could afford it. Rens believed that what he had would be useful to the Lin family, and perhaps they would help him.
Hearing Rens’s words, the chief technician frowned but said nothing. He was also a bit worried whether the other party would send people to guard them. It was safer to find the Lin family. There was a saying in China: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. He believed that the Lin family Rens mentioned would help them.