Chapter 193: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 37 — Lei Gong Goes Offline

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Lin Hao waited with bated breath in that somewhat dim room for a long time, every minute and every second seeming to pass excruciatingly slowly, until finally footsteps and the sound of conversation belonging to Lei Gong and Ding Yao came from outside the door.

With a "click," the door was pushed open, and Lei Gong walked in swaying unsteadily, still exchanging banter with Ding Yao; he appeared to have drunk some wine, his face flushed with a hint of tipsiness.

Ding Yao followed behind with a smile, but she cleverly stopped at the doorway to avoid suspicion and said to Lei Gong, "You rest early, I'll head back first."

Having said that, under the watch of those several bodyguards, she turned and walked toward her own room, not stepping foot into Lei Gong's room from start to finish, handling it flawlessly without letting anyone detect anything amiss.

As for Lei Gong inside, he hummed an unknown little tune and casually closed the room door behind him.

Just as he turned to walk further in, Lin Hao, who had been hiding in the dark, darted out like a ghost, taking advantage of Lei Gong's total lack of guard to strike viciously, landing a precise blow on the back of Lei Gong's neck; Lei Gong didn't even have time to grunt before his vision went black and he fainted, his whole body pitching forward.

Lin Hao's eyes were quick and hands fast; he hurriedly caught Lei Gong's body to keep him from hitting the floor and making noise, then scanned the surroundings, spotted the pillow on the bed, an idea struck him, and he immediately grabbed the pillow and pressed it hard over Lei Gong's face.

Although Lei Gong had already passed out, his body still struggled instinctively a few times, but under Lin Hao's powerful suppression the struggles grew weaker and weaker until they ceased entirely, and just like that Lei Gong was smothered to death by Lin Hao.

Lin Hao didn't dare delay in the slightest; he swiftly stashed Lei Gong's corpse into his space, then tiptoed to the window, carefully pushed it open, and poked his head out to observe the situation outside.

Then he nimbly climbed out the window, scaled along the wall, and silently crawled back into Ding Yao's room next door.

Upon entering Ding Yao's room, Lin Hao let out a long breath; although the plan had gone smoothly so far, he knew clearly that many matters still needed handling afterward, and he absolutely could not let his guard down.

On Ding Yao's side, after returning to her room and seeing Lin Hao return safely, her heart also eased slightly, but both understood that now was not the time to relax — a hard battle still lay ahead, because once Lei Gong's death was exposed it would inevitably set off a huge uproar in the jianghu.

Lin Hao stayed in Ding Yao's room collecting interest nonstop; time ticked away second by second as he kept an ear on the movements next door in Lei Gong's room while scheming the follow-up plan in his mind.

Unknowingly, he stayed like this until past eleven o'clock.

Right then, faint noisy sounds came from Lei Gong's room next door, like someone walking about and loud talking.

Lin Hao and Ding Yao exchanged a glance, tacitly understanding each other; Ding Yao hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, put on an air of nonchalance, and slowly walked out of the room.

The moment she stepped out, she saw the several bodyguards at Lei Gong's doorway looking anxious; one raised a hand ready to knock, another stared at his watch muttering, "It's almost time for the appointed duel with Hong Wake, how come the Hall Master still hasn't stirred? Could something have happened?"

As he spoke, the bodyguard about to knock increased his force, knocking and shouting, "Hall Master, Hall Master, are you awake? It's about time, we have to set off for the wharf."

But after knocking for a long while there was still no response from inside; the bodyguards' faces grew uglier, they exchanged a look, and one of them steeled himself, fished out the backup key, and opened the door.

The lot of them rushed in, first searching the living room all around, then combing through the bedroom, bathroom and other places, but to their astonishment there wasn't a single person in the room — empty and hollow, not a trace of Lei Gong to be found.

The bodyguards instantly panicked, staring at each other in blank dismay, momentarily at a loss; an older bodyguard frowned and said, "This... what's going on? Where did the Hall Master go? Could he have been taken by Hong Wake's people...?"

Before he finished, the other bodyguards' faces changed, someone shouted, "Impossible, this hotel is heavily guarded, how could Hong Wake's people get in? We've been at the door the whole time, no one entered."

Everyone clamored in discussion but no one could explain why; the scene fell into chaos and panic, while Ding Yao stood to the side with a perfectly measured expression of doubt and worry, though inwardly she was thinking, Where did Lei Gong's corpse go?

Seeing they couldn't find Lei Gong in the room, the bodyguards grew frantic, not daring to delay; one immediately pulled out his mobile phone and dialed Zhong Yong Bo's number.

The moment the call connected, the bodyguard anxiously shouted, "Lord Bo, disaster! The Hall Master is gone! We came to wake the Hall Master at the usual time to prepare to go to the wharf for the appointment, but we've searched the whole room and there's not even a shadow of a person!"

Zhong Yong Bo, who was at an outside stronghold arranging manpower and busily preparing for tonight's battle with Hong Wake, heard this and his eyes widened; he never expected such a mishap at this critical juncture, and he roared into the phone, "You useless trash, search properly! How can he just disappear? Is he hiding somewhere? Search again carefully!"

The bodyguard hastily replied, "Lord Bo, we've searched several times already, really there's no one, we've checked everywhere in the room, definitely no one, what do we do?"

Zhong Yong Bo's brows knitted tight, cold sweat beading on his forehead; he knew this matter was no small thing, no longer caring to scold the bodyguards he urgently said, "You all stay there and guard, don't move rashly, I'm rushing back right now!"

Finished speaking, Zhong Yong Bo hung up and hurried toward the hotel in a fluster.

Along the way his heart was in his throat, all sorts of guesses flashing through his mind — worried Hong Wake's people had secretly spirited Lei Gong away, afraid Lei Gong had met with some accident — but whichever it was, the current situation was thoroughly disastrous.

When Zhong Yong Bo rushed back to the hotel and went straight to Lei Gong's room, the moment he entered he saw those several bodyguards standing there with faces full of fright. He asked darkly, "Still not found?"

The bodyguards all shook their heads, one saying softly, "Lord Bo, really not, we've practically turned the room upside down, just no sign of the Hall Master."

Zhong Yong Bo gave a cold snort and personally searched the room inside and out, meticulously, not even missing corners like under the bed and atop the wardrobe, but the result was still nothing.

He stood in the middle of the room, his face dark enough to drip water, heart both furious and panicked, completely at a loss, muttering, "This... what on earth is going on? Where could the Hall Master have gone? It's almost time for the appointed duel with Hong Wake, without the Hall Master how can we fight...?"

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive to the extreme, everyone sunk into bewilderment and fear, and the night outside seemed to grow even deeper, as if heralding the arrival of an even greater storm.