*Snap!*
With a sound like a jammed mechanism, Li Wenting, who had appeared beside me at some point, tightly gripped the spring-loaded knife with her left hand, which was wrapped in bandages.
The scene unfolding before my eyes was uncannily like those in movies and TV shows where the protagonist, in a fit of rage for his beloved, throws himself to save the heroine.
It was just that in reality, the roles were completely reversed.
...
Glancing at Li Wenting, who had suddenly intervened midway, Shi Jianguo’s eyes flashed with an intensely profound disappointment.
Just as he was about to speak, a faint engine hum could be heard from not far away.
Looking up, it turned out to be people from Grand Lisboa arriving to provide reinforcements.
After glancing at the approaching figures, Li Wenting calmly said to me, "Chen Xiang, if you're going to leave, do it now!"
"What about you? What will you do if you're injured?" I blurted out.
"Don't worry!" Li Wenting smiled confidently and replied, "Putting aside whether He Zhonghua dares to strike me, even if he did, so what?"
"Reinforcements have arrived, and it won't be so easy to kill me now!"
Hearing this, I decisively shook my head. "No! We leave together!"
Before Li Wenting could respond, I continued, "Although Mr. He entrusted me to your protection, ensuring my personal safety, from another perspective, your safety is directly linked to mine."
"Therefore, I definitely won't leave by myself!"
It wasn't that I had truly opened up to Li Wenting, but rather that despite her special status, she was also quite sensitive... Mr. He's adopted daughter!
With that title, if something happened to me while she was assisting me, it was hard to guarantee that Mr. He wouldn't hold me accountable afterward.
So, to be safe, I decided to stand with Li Wenting.
Seemingly finding some logic in my words, Li Wenting hesitated for only a few seconds before choosing to follow me as we forcefully carved out an escape route through the crowd.
By the time Shi Jianguo pushed aside the people blocking his path, Li Wenting and I had already sprinted into one of the cars belonging to the bodyguards who had rushed from Grand Lisboa to reinforce Wynn.
After getting into the car, seeing that there was still time, I asked the driver to head to the nearest private clinic first. I wanted a doctor to bandage Li Wenting's hand and give my body a simple external CT scan to check for any injuries.
To prevent any possibility of being tracked, I specifically instructed the driver to go faster and take a more circuitous route.
On the way to the clinic, Li Wenting took out her phone to call Mr. He, seemingly to report the situation at Wynn.
However, to her surprise, no one answered when the call connected.
Even after the prompt indicated no answer, Li Wenting, unwilling to give up, began redialing Mr. He's number.
Once, twice, thrice...
Just like the first time she called, Mr. He still didn't answer after the automated message indicated no answer.
This strange situation immediately made Li Wenting's expression tense and anxious.
She suddenly turned to me and said impatiently, "Chen Xiang, give me your phone, call Mr. He, quickly, quickly!!!"
I complied, taking out my phone and dialing Mr. He...
It was exactly the same as what Li Wenting had experienced; Mr. He's phone went unanswered.
After calling about seven or eight times in a row...
Confirming that Mr. He's phone was not being answered, I immediately put down my phone and looked at Li Wenting with a look of disbelief and concern, asking worriedly, "Sister Wenting, do you think Mr. He might..."
Before I could finish, I saw Li Wenting's eyes fill with panic and fear as she shook her head and murmured, "Impossible! Mr. He will definitely be fine, it's just, it's just..."
After calming down a bit, Li Wenting said with a pale face, "If I'm not mistaken, He Zhonghua has an insider at Grand Lisboa!"
"And this insider must have a high position, able to contact Mr. He freely without arousing suspicion!"
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but look out the window, a deep sense of shock in my eyes.
What a clever diversionary tactic!
He Zhonghua's target was not me at all, but Mr. He, who had been staying at Grand Lisboa for the Thousand Kings Tournament!
According to the original tournament schedule, Mr. He was supposed to appear and give a speech before the finals began tonight, and personally present the award to the winner after the competition.
If He Zhonghua managed to subdue Mr. He and then, under the guise of Mr. He being unwell, openly impersonate him to exercise certain authorities...
Tonight, when the finals officially kicked off, it would symbolize the beginning of the power transition between the old and new generations of Macau's underworld!
As long as Mr. He did not come forward to refute the claims, He Zhonghua could completely solidify his position and hold real power.
At that point, all dissenting voices would surely vanish!
Ruthless! So ruthless!
If this were ancient times, he would undoubtedly be a traitor who rose to power by killing his father and brothers!
I had been wondering why Yu Shuang had sent people to reinforce me before Mr. He did.
It turned out that the heavy bet on Mr. He had already been placed and could not be withdrawn, so they could only continue down this path!
This also indicated that the current situation within Grand Lisboa must be very unfavorable.
No! I had to find Mr. He as soon as possible!
...
Upon arriving at the private clinic, while Li Wenting was inside getting her wound dressed, I quickly called Camel.
Since the Thousand Kings Tournament began, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, I had kept Camel and Cheng Minglang at Grand Lisboa, ready to assist me at any moment.
Now, it seemed this foresight was proving to be very correct.
With Mr. He missing, Grand Lisboa must have already been secretly placed under lockdown, likely with no one being able to get out.
If outsiders inquired, they could easily use the Thousand Kings Tournament as an excuse to cover it up.
If I hadn't made this arrangement back then, finding Mr. He would have been no different than a fool's errand.
But now, there was still a glimmer of hope!
When I returned to the ward after speaking with Camel, Li Wenting's wound had also been treated.
After a brief explanation of my thoughts, Li Wenting decisively took out her phone and started dialing.
Unfortunately, this time, the number she had marked as the Grand Lisboa contact could not be reached...