The man glared at him, then suddenly laughed, "Did you hear that? She just said to help me treat the wound."
"So?" Tao Hua raised an eyebrow.
"She’s concerned about me. I forced a kiss on her, and even when she left, she didn’t forget to care about me. Tell me, doesn’t that mean she likes me, that she’s taken a liking to me? I’m sure of it, otherwise, she wouldn’t have continued to show her concern."
Rong Shaoze became more and more smug as he spoke, more and more self-absorbed, and even revealed a silly, happy smile, as if he had obtained the happiness of the entire world.
Tao Hua looked at him as if he were looking at a monster, involuntarily shuddering all over.
"What’s wrong with you?" Rong Shaoze raised an eyebrow and asked back.
"I’m shivering with goosebumps."
Lin Xinlan escaped from the ward, running a great distance before she finally stopped in the hospital’s garden.
Once she stopped, she hurriedly looked for a place to sit down, frowning tightly from the pain.
While running, she hadn’t thought of the pain in her foot, and only now did she realize how much it hurt—so much that she almost cried.
She wanted to reach out and rub it but moved her arm only to find that it hurt as well.
She rolled up her sleeve and saw just a trace of blood seeping through the bandage; the injury wasn’t severe, so she didn’t pay it much mind.
A bodyguard ran up to her and said urgently, "Young Madam, please don’t run too far, there might be danger."
She was startled and asked, "Do you know who is trying to assassinate us?"
"We don’t know, but Shaoze will find out."
Back in the ward, Tao Hua was treating Rong Shaoze’s wound again as Rong Shaoze listened to a bodyguard’s report quietly.
"Shaoze, those two assassins escaped; we didn’t catch them. We also checked the bodies of those who died, and found no clues. However, we did some checking, and it seems like they’re not from China, definitely not, and they all had a tattoo of an eagle on their chests, which probably means they belong to an Assassin Organization."
Rong Shaoze looked at Tao Hua, "What do you think?"
"A tattoo of an eagle on their chest? None of the gangs I know of require such a mark on their members."
Rong Shaoze nodded, "None of the gangs I know have it either. When I fought them, I could tell they were well-trained, not your average thugs. If they really belong to an organization, then that organization is definitely not a simple one."
After applying a new bandage, Tao Hua asked indifferently, "Have you offended anyone recently?"
"Recently, I’ve been planning to buy a batch of military weapons. A gang in Italy was competing with me for the goods, so I had them wiped out and took the goods."
His subordinates were efficient; it only took them a day to execute his orders and seize the goods, leaving no survivors.
In their line of work, actions had to be decisive and ruthless; any leniency would only leave trouble for oneself.
Tao Hua’s eyebrows twitched, a thoughtful glint in his eyes, "Could it be they sent someone after you?"
"I don’t know, maybe, maybe not." Rong Shaoze pondered deeply, speaking faintly, "So many things have happened to me lately, I can’t help but feel there’s a conspiracy waiting for me."
Tao Hua grew serious as well.
Rong Shaoze thought of someone—Rong Mingyan.
Could it be that he arranged the assassination?
B City was his turf; no one dared to make a move against him there.
He suspected that his trip to Hainan was orchestrated by someone else to lure him there and then to assassinate him.