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Chapter 291 - 291 291 Jian Luo Attacked (4)_1
Chapter 291 - 291 291 Jian Luo Attacked (4)_1
?Chapter 291: 291, Jian Luo Attacked (4)_1 Chapter 291: 291, Jian Luo Attacked (4)_1 Jian Qing was at a loss for words and pushed him away, “Go cook your fish porridge.”
There’s no way to have a decent chat today.
On learning that he could cook meat in the evening, Quan Jingwu cheerfully set to making porridge.
After the two had finished breakfast and went to the living room, they found that Bai Jue and the others were not there.
“Grandpa, where are Luoluo and the others?”
“They have gone out, apparently to watch a car race,” said the old gentleman, arranging the chessboard.
“Jingwu, come play a few rounds with me.”
Quan Jingwu sat down with Jian Qing and played chess with Grandpa.
Afterwards, the sound of Grandpa regretting his moves echoed through the living room from time to time.
…
It was fast becoming dark after the car race.
Upon exiting the racetrack, Jian Luo still had traces of excitement on his face.
“That was so exciting; I wish I’d participated.”
Black Jack gave him a glance and nipped his emerging idea in the bud, “It’s enough to watch; you are not allowed to participate randomly.”
Jian Luo huffed, “Boring.”
Bai Jue looked at both of them and couldn’t help but smirk.
“Where are we going next?”
“Of course to have dinner,” Jian Luo said.
“Not returning to the Manor for dinner?” Bai Jue was surprised.
He knew that whenever Jian Qing was home, Jian Luo, being such a protective brother, would eagerly report back to the Manor.
“By the time we get home, Grandpa and the others would have finished dinner,” Jian Luo checked his wristwatch.
Instead of going home and having to trouble them to cook again, it was easier to eat out.
Black Jack and the others agreed, and they headed straight to a familiar restaurant.
The manager warmly welcomed Bai Jue and the others who were regulars there.
“Jue, how many?”
“Three, as usual,” Bai Jue said.
Understanding, the manager led them to a table by the window.
“This way, please.”
The three chose their seats and sat down.
The food was served quickly, and Bai Jue noticed that Black Jack was carefully serving food to Jian Luo, a mischievous smile flickering in his eyes.
These two, one was aware of his feelings, the other still clueless – it was frustrating.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Jian Luo put down his chopsticks and left.
Watching him walk away, Bai Jue took a sip of his wine, looked up at Black Jack and said, “So you plan to keep hiding it, not going to tell him.”
“I made a promise to Jian Qing,” Black Jack replied nonchalantly.
Bai Jue shrugged, “Suit yourself, just don’t regret it later.”
In the hallway, two shady figures in black exchanged glances and snuck into the bathroom.
At the washbasin, Jian Luo had just finished using the toilet and was washing his hands when he saw two burly men walk in from the corner of his eye.
He lowered his gaze, hiding the weird look in his eyes, and continued to wash his hands unflusteredly.
Suddenly, the two men in black leapt at him.
Jian Luo’s face hardened as he sidestepped their attack.
“Who are you?”
The men in black did not reply, launching a brutal attack on Jian Luo.
Jian Luo blocked their wrists and began to fight back.
The more he fought, the more tense he became. These two men were not ordinary bodyguards – their whole aura screamed professional assassins.
“Don’t move.”
One of the men pulled out a gun and pointed it at Jian Luo.
Jian Luo’s gaze darkened as he stopped.
In an unseen corner, one of the men in black pulled a syringe from his pocket and swiftly inserted it into Jian Luo’s arm.
“You…” Numbness spread from his arm, Jian Luo looked at the man in black darkly, his vision blurred.
He suddenly blacked out and fell.
The man in black quickly caught him and asked his companion, “What now?”
“We have to hurry. If we’re discovered, it’ll be too late. The disruption to the surveillance system only lasts fifteen minutes.” The one with the gun draped his coat over Jian Luo and pulled the hood over him as a precaution, and also put a mask on him.
“Also, take out his phone. If they track us, it’ll be a disaster.” The man in black tossed the syringe, and said.
The man with the gun tucked it back into his clothes, then took out Jian Luo’s phone and tossed it onto the sink.
“Let’s go.”
The two men, supporting Jian Luo, walked calmly down the hall and out the side door.
A server saw them but didn’t think anything of it – after all, they’d seen drunk patrons many times before.
A black van was parked outside the side door.
One man opened the car door, helped Jian Luo into the car, and the other one drove.
Under the cloak of darkness, the black van disappeared.
“Why hasn’t Jian Luo returned yet?” Bai Jue looked at the time and saw that it had been over ten minutes.
Black Jack scowled and promptly called Jian Luo’s number.
There was no answer after several rings.
He hung up and quickly got to his feet, startling Bai Jue.
“What happened?”
“Something might have happened to Xiaobai,” Black Jack’s handsome face turned dark, veins bulging on his fists around his phone.
“Don’t panic, let’s go check,” Bai Jue also sensed something was wrong and quickly got up.
The two of them briskly walked towards the bathroom, with Black Jack almost running all the way.
“Jian Luo, Jian Luo!”
Upon entering the bathroom, Black Jack started calling out loudly.
But there was no reply.
“Black Jack, look,” Bai Jue, with his sharp eyes, noticed a phone on the wash hand basin and immediately picked it up, “This is Jian Luo’s phone.”
Their phones all had specific markers, and they could recognize them at a glance.
Black Jack grabbed the phone and when he saw the word “Luo” at the bottom right, his blue eyes suddenly hardened cast with a storm, and he regretted his carelessness.
Bai Jue looked around carefully and was alarmed when he saw the syringe that had fallen into a corner of the sink.
He picked it up, sniffed it, and said, “Black Jack, and this, it seems the ones who took Jian Luo left it behind, there’s a specially formulated knockout drug inside.”