302: Chapter 302 The Name of the Assassin 302: Chapter 302 The Name of the Assassin Lin Shuang’s expression tensed, as he sensed something was amiss.
Where had Su Wanqiao gone?
Why were all his calls being hung up?
Could she have gotten into trouble?
Lin Shuang’s face was grave as he hurriedly made several calls to Su Wanqiao.
After calling repeatedly, Su Wanqiao finally picked up the phone.
“Director Su, where have you gone?” Lin Shuang asked on the other end of the line.
“I’m out dealing with some matters,” Su Wanqiao replied indifferently from the other end.
“Why didn’t you call me to join you?
Do you realize how dangerous Hai City is right now?
With so many forces wanting to kidnap you, can’t you be more careful?” Lin Shuang said with a cold tone.
Over the phone, Su Wanqiao responded, “Old Xiang suddenly contacted me, and it was urgent.
I didn’t have time to call you.
Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong.
I went to see Old Xiang to discuss some matters.
The business district is very safe, and I’ve also got a ten-car bodyguard motorcade with me, enough to ensure my safety.”
Lin Shuang, with no other choice, could only remind her, “Then take care of yourself and contact me immediately if anything happens.
Also, if you’re in danger, hide inside the Hongqi car, you know?
That car can withstand the explosion of a small missile and should hold for at least an hour.”
On the phone, Su Wanqiao replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll hang up now if there is nothing else.”
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Lin Shuang pursed his lips, then spotted a bike from Meituan on the roadside and rode it to the restaurant Ning Jinyu had picked for their meal.
…
In the streets of Hai City, Su Wanqiao was currently sitting in a red-flagged sedan.
The head bodyguard, Yang Feng, was seated in the driver’s seat, steering the car.
“Director Su, why didn’t you call Brother Lin to go with you?
It would be safer with Brother Lin around,” Yang Feng asked.
Su Wanqiao, seated in the rear, calmly replied, “I can’t always rely on him for everything, can I?
Otherwise, what’s the point of hiring all of you as bodyguards?”
Yang Feng felt a bit ashamed at this remark.
Indeed, as bodyguards, they weren’t very reliable.
Everything had to rely on Lin Shuang.
“The Du Family is intent on killing Lin Shuang.
If I bring him, he will be in danger.
If I don’t, he’ll be safe,” Su Wanqiao explained calmly from the back seat.
Yang Feng suddenly understood.
Director Su had considered Lin Shuang’s safety.
No wonder.
“Director Su, but this time…
going straight to the Du Family…
Are you sure it’s safe?
If the Du Family were to strike suddenly, we’d have no chance to escape…
This is like walking into a lion’s den,” the head bodyguard, Yang Feng, couldn’t help but express his concern.
“Relax, with Old Xiang there, the Du Family won’t dare to make a move,” said Su Wanqiao calmly.
…
Half an hour later.
Lin Shuang arrived at the restaurant he’d been invited to, the Red Stone Western Restaurant.
This was a well-known Michelin star establishment in Hai City, with extremely expensive prices listed on the menu.
Inside the restaurant, Ning Jinyu had been waiting for quite some time.
She invited Lin Shuang to sit down, then ordered a series of luxurious Western dishes.
This Western meal would cost tens of thousands at least.
At the dining table, Ning Jinyu took the initiative to toast Lin Shuang, expressing her gratitude.
Today, Ning Jinyu was dressed in a teal-grey dress that concealed her long, pale legs, and she wore a pair of white high heels.
Her long black hair draped over her shoulders, adding to her elegant and refined appearance.
Today, she looked completely different from her unexpected ‘spouting’ incident yesterday, a stark contrast.
Hard to imagine that this demurely dressed female psychotherapist has a sensitive nature, and even more, she’s adept at spouting water.
“Mr.
Lin, what did you do before?
How come you have such impressive skills?” Ning Jinyu held her wine glass and asked at the dining table.
“I used to be a mercenary overseas, so I practiced a little,” Lin Shuang said.
“Oh?
A mercenary?” Ning Jinyu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
She swirled her wine glass and suddenly said, “But why do I feel…
that you don’t seem like a mercenary.”
“What do you think I look like?” Lin Shuang asked indifferently.
Ning Jinyu slowly said, “Like an assassin, one who has killed countless lives.”
Inside the restaurant, the atmosphere turned quiet in an instant.