LBOT-27

“What about the perpetrator?”

“We haven’t found him yet. The other guys are still looking for him.”

SLAP!!

Wen Rouhan’s big hand flew and slapped Wen Chao’s cheek.

Wen Chao, who had been stumbling, stood up like a roly-poly and took a resting posture.

Wen Rouhan repeatedly smacked Wen Chao’s cheek out of frustration, causing Wen Chao’s face to turn red as if it were cooked on a fire.

The subordinates behind them could not even breathe at the sight.

“You incompetent bastards. You couldn’t even catch one person!”

“I will definitely catch him. Please believe me.”

Wen Rouhan strongly gritted his teeth.

There was a power failure when he was getting a massage in the backroom. He originally thought that electricity would return soon, but when he noticed that the outside was rather noisy, he understood that there was more going on than just a power outage.

But the intruder that was directly in front of him disappeared.

One of the guards was knocked out and said he couldn’t see it clearly since he was wearing a mask.

“Did you check the list properly?”

“Yes. We checked everything from personal information to body search.”

“Then how did he get in here! He even made his move!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll find him and get rid of him as soon as possible.”

“I don’t need your apology at all. The guests must never know. In particular, take extra care to avoid drawing the attention of the VIPs.”

“Yes.”

The already observant guests have been asking what has happened.

The explosion that happened not long ago has made the guest more anxious. It would be challenging to solve this situation if it came up again.

At the same time, his subordinates were looking in and coming out of his private bedroom.

“There is nothing wrong inside.”

Wen Rouhan went inside and Wen Chao followed.

“I will definitely catch him. Don’t worry too much, Dad.”

Wen Rouhan’s rage persisted despite Wen Chao’s determination.

When Wen Chao left, Wen Rouhan pulled the gun he had stashed under the pillow from its hiding place, set it on the table, and inhaled deeply with his hand on his waist.

He made the decision that no matter what type of bastard he was if he was caught, he would cut off his limbs and throw them into the water.

He took out a cigar, lit it, and walked up to the window. The deck was being searched by a group of men.

His eyes widened as he rubbed his smoked cigar into the ashtray and turned around.

In front of him, A gun with a silencer was aimed at his head.

Wen Rouhan’s attention turned to the ceiling fan’s ripped cover before shifting to the front door.

The door that was initially open was now tightly locked. The invader raised his index finger to his mouth while pointing the gun.

Shhh.

And he motioned cutting his neck. He made a threat that if he called anyone, he would shoot him dead right away.

Wen Rouhan fixed a stern gaze on the intruder. The intruder’s eyes were familiar. The intruder carefully removed the mask that was covering half of his face as he stared at him intently.

Not surprisingly, this was the man he saw at the funeral of his youngest son a few days ago.

A Singaporean who was with Wang Haoxuan.

“You, why are you…!”

Xiao Zhan looked at Wen Rouhan with an indifferent face.

Zhan escaped and hid in the man’s room ventilation as the armed guards concentrated near the massage room. It seemed like billions of years during that tiny waiting period.

He attempted to shoot the man dead as soon as Wen Chao left, but he changed his mind. He still wanted to see the face of the person who died at his hand.

Wen Rouhan slowly extended his hand to the side while focusing his attention forward.

Wen Rouhan glanced down at his palm as a burst of light and a squeaky sound erupted from the intruder’s muzzle as soon as his fingertips touched the gun.

Later, severe pain arose. He couldn’t even scream properly and fell down.

He gasped as he realized that his three fingers had vanished without a trace.

Zhan approached the man who was having trouble breathing and aimed the gun at his forehead.

As he peered down, Zhan’s eyes showed no sign of mercy.

Wen Rouhan raised his head and looked at Zhan. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

“Which bastard… send you?”

Zhan had an ambiguous smile on his lips.

“If you know. Do you want revenge?”

“Do you think you will be safe after this?”

“Oh, Your youngest son said the same thing. Did they call it like father, like son in China?”

His eyes widened before becoming distorted.

“You bastard! My son!”

“Xiao Zhan.”

“What?”

“The one who sent me to kill you.”

Wen Rouhan was shot in the forehead as soon as he opened his lips to speak, and the bloody back of his head immediately burst, staining the curtains.

Wen Rouhan staggered backward and was unable to even close his eyes.

Zhan shot him while maintaining an indifferent expression as he stared down at his face.

One, two, three, four, five.

The past he wanted to forget appeared and disappeared with each shot he made.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Zhan stopped firing when his face was broken and his eyes, nose, and lips were disfigured beyond recognition.

The eyeballs that had fallen off his face and rolled on the ground were staring at Zhan.

He stomped on it and pulled up the bedsheets to wipe the blood on his face and hands.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Zhan stepped on the sofa and entered the vent. He closed the lid and crawled forward when he heard the voices of the staff talking from below.

After crawling for a while, Kim Yaan’s voice came through the in-ears he had put into his ears.

[Zhan. Where are you?]

“I’m not in the boat yet. What about you?”

[I went out and got into the boat. I’ve also dealt with CCTV, but the problem is that the security is tight now, so it’s difficult to get close to the cruise.]

“Okay. I’ll get out as soon as possible.”

[Come carefully. I’ll be waiting.]

Zhan, who was crawling out, tore off the fan in the staff’s bathroom and came down.

He wiped the dust from his body and put his sunglasses in his pocket.

He leaned on the side of the door and checked through the palm-sized window to see that no one was coming and going.

When he came out, the downstairs was noisy. Many guests could be seen out from their rooms and perching on the railings to observe the situation while the staff ran around reassuring them.

Zhan was attempting to leave through the deck, but there was heavy security at the door directly in front of the banquet hall.

Zhan remembered the other stairs on the third floor. He started to move in search of another entry after instantly giving up trying to walk downstairs.

With about half a turn left, two armed guards suddenly appeared from the corner directly in front of him.

Zhan passed them by after bowing his head in greeting.

After a while, he heard a call coming from behind.

“Guest. Please stop for a moment.”

He walked more quickly while pretending not to hear them.

Their following speed increased as well. “Guest. Guest.”

He bit his lower lip as their voices grew louder. Zhan briefly stopped when the sound of the trigger being pulled could be heard.

“I warn you. Please turn around.”

Zhan did not even budge as he stared straight ahead.

The guard was holding a gun at the back of his head and was around seven to eight meters away. To reach the entrance, he had to go a little further.

Apparently, the guards across the way picked up on the oddity as well and moved in his direction.

Zhan closed his eyes tightly. Then he heard a sound from behind.

“What’s up?”

Fuck. I’m Fucked up. It was Wen Chao.

“He looked suspicious, but he didn’t want to stop.”

He could clearly hear Wen Chao approaching footsteps. His hands felt cold. There was no guarantee that he would escape safely even if he killed him.

“I guess you didn’t hear it. Could you turn around and let me check your face and invitation?”

It was just before Zhan raised his hand and put it into his arms. The door swung open from the front, and an unexpected person appeared.

The guards coming from the other side also stopped.

Wang Yibo took off the phone he was holding to his ear and raised one eyebrow.

When their gaze locked, Zhan’s sunglasses-covered eyes shook erratically. Out of everything…

For a split second, the silence felt unbearable. A cold sweat ran down his back.

Wang Yibo approached in stride and reached out and grabbed Zhan’s arm.

Due to the unexpected move, Zhan was unable to even breathe, and Wang Yibo tenderly smiled and stroked his cheek.

“Why are you just arriving now? I’ve been waiting for you.”

Zhan’s eyes widened. He was as quiet as a dead mouse.

Wang Yibo’s gaze, which had remained on Zhan’s face, turned away.

“Do you need something with my partner?”

“Sir… Is he your partner?”

“If so?”

“We’re sorry. We almost made a mistake.”

Wang Yibo smirked and dragged Zhan inside by his arm.

The door closed behind him, and Zhan was unable to move in front of it. He only moved his eyes to look at Wang Yibo in front of him, but his gaze was colder than usual.

It was also quiet outside the door.

Wang Yibo was the first to break the suffocating silence.

“I think I know this face?”

Zhan kept his mouth shut and looked at him. He was so calm as if they met after making a promise.

“Why is the rabbit that should be at home on this ship?”

Yibo moved right in front of him as he spoke.

Today, the smell of skin he usually smelled was more dizzying. Zhan looked around the room. The single bed had nothing on it.

Wang Yibo placed his both hands on the door, squeezing Zhan inside and preventing him from leaving.

Yibo’s eyes were curved and the corners of his mouth were raised when looking down.

“Tell me, Xuanyu.”

“…”

“Or do you have another name?”