Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 371 of 501
Hearing this, Zheng Shaopeng's heart settled. He took a sip of red wine, then gritted his teeth and nodded. "It's about time, isn't it?"
One of the bodyguards checked his watch and said, "In five minutes your phone will ring, and then we act according to plan."
Zheng Shaopeng nodded and randomly took some dishes with a tray and began to eat.
Five minutes later, Zheng Shaopeng's phone rang right on schedule. He drew a deep breath and took out his phone.
"Hello, yes." Zheng Shaopeng walked toward where the crowd was thickest, speaking as he went.
"Shaopeng, you can move now." On the other end of the line was the boss's voice.
"Understood," Zheng Shaopeng said firmly.
After hanging up, Zheng Shaopeng went to the person in charge of the event to ask for leave. "President Zhang, something's come up at home. I need to head back now. Would you mind—"
"Go ahead, if you have business to attend to. The seminar's over anyway; now it's just a dinner, everyone chatting together. It doesn't matter if you don't stay." President Zhang had seen Zheng Shaopeng take a call a moment ago and had no suspicions.
Besides, there was nothing to be suspicious about. Though he was president in name, he had been chosen out of everyone's respect for his seniority; he served only to rally and organize people, and had no standing to meddle in others' private affairs.
After asking for leave, Zheng Shaopeng hurried off. Several friends who knew him well greeted him. "Old Zheng, heading out?"
"Yeah, something's come up. I'll be off first—let's get together again next time." Zheng Shaopeng brushed them off with a smile.
Outside the villa, the two bodyguards got into a Buick Park Avenue one after the other. The first bodyguard took the driver's seat and started the engine, while the second bodyguard and Zheng Shaopeng sat in the back.
With the engine running, the Buick Park Avenue slowly pulled out of the villa's courtyard.
Although her employer had not told Wang Yanqiu where Zheng Shaopeng would be that night, he had told her in advance the assassin's name and identity, so Wang Yanqiu had naturally done some investigation first.
She had already obtained Zheng Shaopeng's photograph, and she knew that he usually rode in a Buick Park Avenue with license plate xxxx, accompanied by two bodyguards whose skills were quite ordinary. What she did not know was that the bodyguards at Zheng Shaopeng's side had already been replaced with others.
Looking at the photograph in her hand and then at the Buick slowly emerging from the villa's gate, Wang Yanqiu's nerves instantly tensed. That was right—this was the car, and through her binoculars she could see clearly who was sitting inside.
And inside the car, the second bodyguard was also holding two photographs—one of Wang Yanqiu, and the other of Yang Ce.
As for Yu Heng, the two bodyguards had been handed that job at the last minute. Originally they were only responsible for dealing with Wang Yanqiu; Yang Ce had been tacked on afterward. Not that it mattered. One sheep needed herding, two sheep needed herding just the same.
They just could not understand why the boss had instructed them to be especially careful with Yu Heng. What was so formidable about this young man?
Wang Yanqiu flagged down a taxi and followed after them; Yang Ce likewise hailed a cab.
Yang Yongjin knew what pretext Wang Yanqiu would use this time to tail the car ahead, but Yang Cenbin resorted to a different trick altogether. Use the same trick too often and it was bound to look unnatural.
Yang Ce put on a show of holding his phone, saying into it as he got in: "Right, I'm in the car. Go ahead, tell me how to direct the driver."
Once seated, Yang Ce said to the cabbie, "Master, just drive straight on. I'll tell you where to turn, and you turn."