Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Laurent’s head began to bleed from the impact and she had already passed out while the dark, red blood coagulated.
Du Xiaoran pushed her away in disgust and whipped out his handkerchief to clean his hand, after which he called to send his subordinates to find out about Luo Anning’s whereabouts.
30 minutes… One hour… three hours passed… Yet, there was still no news of Luo Anning.
Du Xiaoran could not stop worrying since he still had no idea who her savior was. He wondered, she’s lost so much blood. Is she doing well now?
Staring at the blood that was all over the ground, his heart wrenched up and he gritted his teeth before dialing the number that he had not called in 5 years.
“Young Master.”
“Find out Luo Anning’s whereabouts. I want her exact location in an hour’s time.”
“Young Master… ”
“I’ll return after this matter’s settled.”
…
“Du Xiaoran, where’s Anning!?!”
Mo Qiange and Lu Momo arrived at the small inn to see that only Laurent York and the bodyguards who had all passed out, were present, together with Du Xiaoran who had an austere expression on his face and was leaning against the wall. He was staring blankly at the blood on the ground.
Du Xiaoran looked up before looking down again. “I was a minute too late. Anning has been rescued by someone else.”
“Damn it!” Mo Qiange hollered before punching the wall.
“Anning, nothing must happen to you…” Lu Momo pressed her hands together and placed them in front of her chest to pray. She felt extremely agonized upon sight of the blood.
The sounds of footsteps shuffling could be heard from the corridor. Not long after, Rong Yan and Tang Chao squeezed into the small room and scanned their surroundings, only to realize that their target was nowhere in sight. He asked with bloodshot eyes, “Where’s Luo Anning?”
Du Xiaoran stared at Rong Yan and thought, he’s Anning’s husband? The heir of Baina International?
Du Xiaoran immediately stared at him with animosity while Mo Qiange rushed forth to kick Laurent’s body. Seemingly still not satisfied, he kicked her again and said, “Anning has been rescued.”
Rong Yan rubbed his forehead in fatigue. All of that searching in the past few days had made him feel extremely exhausted. He had never known that his wife would be so capable as to get herself in such great trouble when he was not noticing.
“Chao, let’s go.”
Rong Yan turned around to leave but as soon as he did, he stopped in his tracks at the door and turned around to look at Laurent York who was laying on the ground. He smirked coldly and menacingly.
“Xu Zhiyuan, inject her with the latest N7 chemical.”
Xu Zhiyuan’s face turned sullen and he bowed. “Yes, Young Master Rong!”
N7 was a newly-developed virus that had been formulated after some research conducted by Rong Yan’s secret research team. Once the chemical was injected into one’s vein, the affected individual would face organ failure in various parts of their body and undergo endless torment.
However, the amazing part was that the health of the affected individual would return to normal after a month, but relapse again in another month. The effects of the virus would last for three months.
Rong Yan exited the inn and got inside the car, after which he leaned against the seat in fatigue. “Chao, hurry and locate Luo Anning. Nothing must happen to her.”
He had no choice but to admit that the bloodstains on the ground had already made him begin to panic.
She lost so much blood within half a month. How severe are her injuries? Can she still survive?
The thought of it gave Rong Yan an immense headache that seemed to be exploding within him.
Tang Chao stared at him, seemingly deep in thought. Having known him for such a long time, he had only seen him so worried twice.
“Yan, have you fallen for Luo Anning?”