Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 137 of 214
"Yeah, you be careful too." Yang Ce had no other thoughts now—what had just happened had left him a little irritable.
Sun Jie nodded, her face expressionless, though her heart felt a little warm. Sometimes, having someone care about you felt really good. But watching Yang Ce and Xiao Qing sitting together, an inexplicable discomfort rose in Sun Jie's heart.
In daily life, she was a person of very strong character. Although this time she had sought out Xiao Qing to end that abnormal relationship of theirs, seeing Xiao Qing actually together with Yan gave Sun Jie the immediate sense that something of hers had been taken by someone else.
As for what that something was—Xiao Qing, or Yang Ce—even she wasn't quite sure.
After taking Xiao Qing back to her apartment to rest, Yang Ce took a shower here. Once his mind had cleared, he lit a cigarette and carefully mulled over the day's events.
Yang Ce rarely smoked these days; only when he was turning a problem over in his mind would he light one up.
Right now, Yang Ce's brow was tightly furrowed. He simply could not make sense of what had happened today. If someone truly wanted him dead, that was not impossible—he had no shortage of enemies. Wang Lin or Huang Shu, for instance, were quite capable of doing something so desperate.
There was also that mysterious organization that had tangled with him before. He was still holding one of their people. If that organization wanted revenge, that too was possible.
And yet today's affair did not seem to be quite that. This shooting, which looked like a well-planned chain of linked moves, actually had many suspicious points.
The young man in the basketball jersey could have simply fired a cold shot from behind him—that would have had a higher success rate than distracting him first and then drawing a gun. But he had not done so. That was highly suspect.
And—wait. Yang Ce suddenly thought of a very important question. According to this group's plan, they had used the teapot to provoke him. But there was a sharp problem here: if the young man in the basketball jersey threw the teapot and the coffee shop waiter failed to dodge in time, what then?
Wouldn't the teapot have smashed into the waiter's face, defeating their original purpose? That waiter was a problem.
At this thought, Yang Ce quickly picked up the phone, dialed Hou Lin's number, gave him a few instructions, and only then hung up.
Yang Ce had told Hou Lin to go to the coffee shop and find that waiter. As for whether the waiter had already fled, Yang Ce had no way of knowing—he could only take it one step at a time.
In the underground parking garage of a private company far from that coffee shop, the white Nissan van was parked there, though there was no one in it anymore.
In a secret room not far from the parking garage, a man with a deeply gloomy expression was berating four young men. One of them, Xiao Qing, already had his hand wrapped in bandages and a bandage plastered across his nose.
That was right—he was the young man in the basketball jersey who had attacked Yang Juehuan in the coffee shop earlier. Standing beside him were the other three accomplices.
"Fucking useless! Can't even handle a little thing like this!" the gloomy man snarled in a fury.
"I'm sorry, boss," the young man in the basketball jersey said cautiously.
"Forget it. Good thing I left a fallback in place. Everything depends on that brat A-Long now," the gloomy man said flatly. "All right, you four get out of here for now. Lie low for a while and don't let anyone find you."
"Yes, boss," the young man in the basketball jersey said hastily.
After the four had left, the gloomy man rose from his boss's chair and said viciously, "Yang Ce, you've ruined my plans. Just wait and see how I deal with you."
Meanwhile, Hou Lin had already led his men to surround the coffee shop completely.
To be continued.
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