Chapter 106: Saiyang Organization, what are you trying to do?

"Director Zhang, you should also be clear that since I, Lu Sanbao, arrived in Xianggang, I haven't had any friction with anyone."

Lu Chen lit a 555, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"And I don't have the ability to offend others."

"Chairman Lu, you had better be careful lately. It's best to pause any unnecessary activities and wait for our news."

Director Zhang narrowed his eyes, stood up, and shook hands with Lu Chen.

Only then did he head for the door, gesturing toward Lu Chen with a wave of his hand.

Lu Chen sat back down on the sofa.

He had managed to handle Director Zhang for now, and the man would do his best to help him deflect the impact of this incident.

Of course, if those people really united to pressure Director Zhang, Lu Chen wouldn't have any good solutions.

It was just a matter of dragging things out for as long as possible.

After all, this incident had come too suddenly; if someone didn't know the inside story, they would definitely conclude that he was the one who did it.

After sitting for a while, Lu Chen picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

"I'm looking for Luosha."

His tone held nothing but calmness.

"Hello, what move have you made on your end?"

Luosha asked in a calm tone, seemingly carrying a hint of unfathomable worry.

"I just met with Director Zhang and recommended he go to you. How is Xiaofeng's situation?"

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, lit a 555, and took a deep drag.

"It has nothing to do with him. He only saw the killer from afar; it was likely someone from Saiyang."

After finishing, Luosha was silent for a moment before speaking softly.

"I read the letter. It is from the Saiyang Organization. This Wax Seal is called Fan Er. Within the Saiyang Organization, he belongs to the regional leadership. You are in trouble."

"They are being so high-profile... what are they trying to do?"

Lu Chen took a deep breath, his tone tinged with a hint of impatience.

"I don't seem to have any intersection with them, do I? How did the incident last time catch their eye?"

"Your guess is likely correct. I will have Elder Hou call Director Zhang to explain the situation so he won't have to come over, and besides..."

Luosha paused slightly before speaking.

"As for the address you gave, I'm afraid that apart from you, whoever goes there will die."

"Otherwise, it would require Director Zhang and his people to pay a heavy price to take it down. However, it's like an army laying siege to a city; that tavern is a stronghold for a certain neutral organization. All killers, mercenaries, and... terrorists go there to accept missions."

Luosha's voice did not stop, but continued.

"I can give you two choices now: first, you go to meet Fan Er yourself; second, I accompany you to meet Fan Er."

Lu Chen silently smoked two cigarettes; Luosha showed no sign of impatience on the other end of the line.

Not until the last cigarette in the pack was lit and finished in two puffs did Lu Chen speak hoarsely.

"How do you want me to choose?"

This time it was Luosha's turn to be silent; a rhythmic tapping sound came through the phone.

After a long while, Luosha finally spoke.

"Come to my Zhuangyuan tomorrow."

Luosha's voice was no longer crisp, but hoarse, seemingly carrying a trace of determination.

After saying this, Luosha hung up the phone immediately.

Lu Chen let out a heavy breath and sat behind his desk for a long time.

A hint of obscurity flashed in his eyes.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Butler Wang knocked on the door gently, his face somewhat pale, and one arm looking slightly uncoordinated compared to before.

"Sir, everything has been handled."

His tone carried a hint of weakness.

Lu Chen nodded slightly, stood up, braced himself on the desk with both hands, walked slowly to the main seat by the sofa, and sat down.

He raised his hand and waved, signaling for Butler Wang to sit beside him.

He picked up a new pack of 555s from the coffee table, opened it, and handed one to Butler Wang—no, he stuffed it directly into Butler Wang's mouth.

He reached out and lit it.

Lu Chen just nodded slightly without speaking. After silently finishing one cigarette, Lu Chen finally spoke.

"Are those people really that bold and lawless?"

"You are mistaken, sir; it was murder in broad daylight."

Butler Wang reached out with his less-used hand, took another 555, and lit it.

"It was simply lawless, and with the gangs causing trouble, if we hadn't borrowed a car from the dealership on the fly, I'm afraid the little girl would have seen a car full of bullet holes."

"However, there is one strange thing. When we came back, we didn't encounter any attacks. It seems the attack lasted for a total of an hour and a half, and after that..."

Butler Wang spoke softly with a hint of confusion on his face.

"I know. Their attack has ended. There won't be any more attacks after this, but we must still remain vigilant."

Lu Chen was startled, his eyes flickering as he spoke softly.

"Counting from the time Elder Zhao died, how long did their attack last?"

A flash of light crossed Lu Chen's eyes!

"Two hours."

Steward Wang blurted out.

Lu Chen nodded slightly and lit a 555.

"Wait for Chen Mo, just sit here."

Lu Chen did not touch Steward Wang, but instead stood up and poured him a cup of tea.

Only then did he return to the sofa.

His entire body was as stiff as a robot's.

Steward Wang gently moistened his already cracked lips.

After a long while.

Chen Mo walked in with a scabbed mark on his face.

"Boss, I won't stand on ceremony with you."

He collapsed onto the sofa.

"Three consecutive attacks, I really couldn't hold on anymore."

After several minutes passed, Chen Mo spoke again.

"Is Tingting alright?"

"She has been safely sent to Professor Li's side; rest assured, she wasn't frightened."

Steward Wang glanced at Chen Mo and spoke softly.

Lu Chen just sat on the sofa, watching quietly, and nodded slightly.

"Wait a moment, I'll call Professor Li and ask him to hire tutors for Tingting to teach her while she's there."

Chen Mo didn't speak, just winced as he sat up a bit.

After a long time, he spoke again.

"The assassins on the other side were a bit like regular troops, just their weapons weren't as good; luckily Instructor Liu taught us well, otherwise we might not have been able to hold them off."

"We only defend, we don't pursue; try your best not to let the brothers get hurt."

Lu Chen reached out and tossed a pack of 555 to Chen Mo.

He lit one for himself and took a drag.

"According to the standard, those who are injured get a bonus, and for those who are gone, I, Lu Sanbao, will provide for them."

After a long while, Lu Chen finally felt he had recovered.

He stood up, walked behind the desk, and did not avoid Chen Mo or Steward Wang.

He made a call to Professor Li.

He let Professor Li nag for a while.

He looked at the two of them with some helplessness.

He agreed to a series of "unequal" treaties before hanging up the phone.

He helplessly spread his hands.

"The old man has so many things to say; you two shouldn't learn from Professor Li in the future."

"Boss, if I tell Professor Li you said that about him, do you think Professor Li will beat you?"

Chen Mo took a drag of the 555, a hint of relaxation appeared on his face, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

Although his tone was hoarse, he still looked honest and simple.

Lu Chen tapped the armrest helplessly before speaking softly.

"We are going to see Luosha tomorrow; how are your injuries, Steward Wang and Chen Mo? Will it affect the operation?"