Chapter 215: Chapter 211 Suspicion

"Nanrong Zhengqing?"

Ling Chen’s pupils constricted. The Snake King’s surname was also Nanrong – could this really be a coincidence? No! He had once asked Hu Fei, and he knew that the Snake King had been hired to assassinate Nanrong Wanqing. Besides, what kind of grudge could there be between the Snake King and Nanrong Wanqing?

Nanrong Yong had once told him that the Nanrong Family had an enemy, which was the Nanrong Gang. But he had had Hu Fei investigate, and Nanrong Gang had died overseas several years ago. Moreover, before leaving the country, Nanrong Gang had divorced his wife, and at the time of their divorce, they had no children.

Although there were not many people with the surname Nanrong in the country, it was not unheard of. Perhaps this was just a coincidence. However, Ling Chen found it very difficult to convince himself to believe this.

"What are you thinking about?" Kaelina asked, seeing Ling Chen deep in thought.

"How much do you know about the Snake King?"

"He is an odd one. The golden age for an assassin is between twenty-eight and thirty-four years old. Generally, assassins choose to retire at thirty-five, but the Snake King is an exception. As far as I know, the Snake King should now be over forty years old and is still active in the assassin world, which is quite rare. In my view, the Snake King is probably not doing it for money. As a top-tier assassin, over ten years is enough time to accumulate a substantial fortune."

Ling Chen nodded; Kaelina’s words made sense. Deep in thought, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed his mind.

"Sit for a while, I’m going to make a call." After that, he stood up and walked outside the bar, dialing Hu Fei’s number.

Soon, the phone was connected, and Hu Fei’s voice came through, yawning heavily: "Hey, why are you looking for me so late?"

"Fatty, you told me that the person who hired the Snake King was anonymous. I want to know if the other party was specifically naming the Snake King, or if it was you who arranged it for the employer?"

"It was the employer’s request. Of course, I found it strange too. That person actually knew about the Snake King, which means he’s probably very familiar with our circle. Eh, why are you asking this?"

"Just asking, go back to sleep."

After hanging up the phone, a sharp glint flashed in Ling Chen’s eyes. It seemed the matter with the Snake King was not as simple as he had thought.

This could very well be a play, directed and acted out by the Snake King himself.

The Snake King used an employer’s identity to hire an assassin anonymously through Hu Fei. He probably went through all this trouble for the convenience of action. Any middleman would first check out the target’s information thoroughly and then provide the assassin with all the necessary intelligence. The assassin only needs to act on this information to plan and eliminate the target, saving time and effort.

However, if his guess was right, another question arose.

What grudges did the Snake King have with the Nanrong Family? Could it be related to Nanrong Gang? Just now, Kaelina said the Snake King was over forty; at his birth, Nanrong Gang would have been in his twenties. It was the exact time when Nanrong Gang divorced and went abroad, which matched perfectly in time.

It’s a pity that Hu Fei couldn’t find anything about Nanrong Gang’s ex-wife; otherwise, he could unravel the truth of the matter and see if Nanrong Gang had any offspring.

Returning to the bar, Ling Chen found that Kaelina was no longer there, leaving behind a few banknotes on the table.

This woman... leaving without a word.

The next day.

Wealthy Manor No. 118.

At 7:30 in the morning, the motorcade was ready, just waiting for Nanrong Wanqing to appear.

In the villa, Su Lin accompanied Nanrong Wanqing at the dining table, having breakfast. While drinking rice porridge, Su Lin noticed Nanrong Wanqing kept turning her head to look towards the bedroom next to the living room.

"Wanqing, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," answered Nanrong Wanqing indifferently, looking away.

"I don’t believe that. You must be worried about something," Su Lin said with a teasing smile. "Is it because Ling Chen hasn’t come back for a few days, and you’re not used to it? He’s been away for so many days and hasn’t come back yet. I’ll call and hurry him up later."

"No need to call," replied Nanrong Wanqing, putting down her chopsticks and bowl, her expression turning somewhat cold. "He’s not coming back."

"What?" Su Lin was taken aback. "Did he quit? How come I didn’t know?"

"Keep eating; I’m full." Nanrong Wanqing evaded her question and wheeled herself out.

Watching Nanrong Wanqing leave, Su Lin shook her head slightly. No wonder she felt that her cousin had been behaving strangely these past few days, seemingly distracted. It turned out to be because Ling Chen quit. She didn’t understand; things had been going well recently, so why did he suddenly resign?

But what concerned her more was Nanrong Wanqing’s change. She had never seen Nanrong Wanqing so restless over a man. Could it be... No way?

Leaving the Nanrong home, the fleet slowly moved on the road. In the back seat of the Rolls Royce, Nanrong Wanqing looked out at the passing traffic, her beautiful eyes flashing with complex emotions.

Several days had passed, but her heart still couldn’t calm down. Every time she returned home and saw that bedroom, she couldn’t help but think of Ling Chen and the things they had been through.

She had to admit, she had never cared so much about a man. But this man had left without a word, without even saying goodbye. These past few days, she was angry, wronged, and resentful; a rush of emotions filled her heart as if she had lost something, leaving emptiness inside.

"Chairwoman, we’ve arrived at the company."

Zhong Wei’s voice came through, and Nanrong Wanqing came back to her senses, composed herself, and followed everyone into the Hongyu Group building.

Shortly after arriving at her office, Wang Lan came in from outside, urgently saying, "Chairwoman, there’s been an accident with the project in the Old City!"

"Don’t panic, tell me slowly, what happened?"

"Last night, the construction materials at the site were sabotaged by someone, and some valuable items were stolen. This morning, when workers were about to start work, a bunch of ruffians appeared from nowhere, demanding protection money and injuring many workers. They also threatened that if we don’t pay, we won’t be allowed to start work."

"Such a thing happened?" Nanrong Wanqing frowned slightly, her displeasure apparent. "Don’t they know that the Old City redevelopment project is a joint venture between Hongyu Group and the government?"

"They are just a bunch of hooligans; they don’t care about that."

"Call the municipal government, explain the situation to them. They can handle this matter."

"Okay." Wang Lan nodded and turned to leave the office.

But at that moment, the phone in front of Nanrong Wanqing suddenly rang. She answered the phone with a hello, and whatever the caller said made her face turn sour.

"Wang Lan."

"Chairwoman, do you have any other instructions?"

"Immediately notify the company’s senior executives; I’m calling an emergency meeting. Everyone must arrive within ten minutes."