811 I'll Get It Ready!

She even got Miss Xia to send her detailed information on the military program that Xing Feng entrusted her with preparing. She looked over it thoroughly several times and took notes.

You Nainai was beside Lin Nuan the whole time. She had always thought that being a host was easy, but after witnessing the preparation Lin Nuan did before the start of the program, she realized that being a host wasn't as easy as she thought it was…

Over the past two days, Lin Nuan had completely filled up a brand new notebook with notes.

Fu Huai'an was so busy over the past two days that he didn't have time to put himself in danger. Lin Nuan gradually became more relieved. After all, Fu Huai'an was coming back tomorrow!

Little Lu received some news and was anxious to tell Fu Huai'an, but he knew that Fu Huai'an hadn't ended his call with Lin Nuan yet. He was hesitant as he knocked on the door and entered the room.

On the other end of the line, Lin Nuan had already fallen asleep. Fu Huai'an looked up from his documents and glanced at Lin Nuan's face as she slept soundly, then took out his earpiece and asked, "What is it?"

Little Lu noticed that Fu Huai'an had probably muted the call so Lin Nuan wouldn't be able to hear them. He thus opened the file in his hand to show Fu Huai'an.

"These are Mr. Qin's movements over the past few days. The people that killed Mrs. Feng and her unborn child have died one after another. The police have concluded this to be an accident, but the last person, Mr. Haddad, has already taken precautions and is now hiding on Mr. Naseer's private island. Experienced assassins and mercenaries heavily guard that place. Without any information, even our experienced elite team would find it difficult to get in. If Mr. Qin acts alone, he'll probably get killed…"

Little Lu handed the tablet to Fu Huai'an. On the screen were a few photos of Naseer's private island and his residence on the island. There were many people and German shepherds on patrol.

"On the surface, there isn't much, but people from the outside world say that all of the guards on Mr. Naseer's private island can form a reinforced platoon! Two of them are ranked among the top 20 assassins in the world. One of them is ranked among the top 10. His name is Hans, and he's Mr. Naseer's right-hand man. I think the reason we haven't encountered him is that he wasn't around the last time we came to Dubai. But I've checked his background. He's an extremely capable man, and his nickname is 'Beast'!" Little Lu had a serious expression on his face. "The coordinates from yesterday and today show that Mr. Qin has lingered around Naseer's residence for a while now, and he'll probably take action tonight. If Mr. Qin encounters Hans, he might end up in danger!"

When it came to Qin Zhe, Little Lu knew that although Fu Huai'an didn't show it, he definitely worried about him.

"Sir, do you want to get someone to bring Mr. Qin back here and decide on revenge later?" Little Lu asked.

Little Lu always believed that it was never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Where there was life, there was hope.

This time, Qin Zhe had no information at all. If he hadn't prepared to act based on courage, he probably wouldn't be able to get revenge even if he died there.

Fu Huai'an swiped through the photos of Naseer's residence, and his deep eyes darkened.

"Or should I send someone to approach Mr. Qin carefully?" Little Lu tried to guess Fu Huai'an's intentions and asked tentatively.

"Be careful…" Fu Huai'an somewhat agreed with what Little Lu had said.

Little Lu nodded and tidied up the things in front of Fu Huai'an. He then immediately left the room to figure out how to get someone to contact Qin Zhe and stop him from going to Naseer's residence to exact revenge against Haddad.

Little Lu had Qin Zhe's coordinates on hand, so it wasn't hard to find him.

And no one seemed to be keeping an eye on Qin Zhe at the moment. If not, he would be trying to avoid being detected. How would he be able to linger around Naseer's residence and observe…

Not long after, the person Little Lu sent out replied to him. He'd seen Qin Zhe and talked to him, but Qin Zhe was so determined that he wasn't afraid of dying. He insisted on breaking through!

Little Lu could only report to Fu Huai'an once again. Hopefully, Fu Huai'an would decide what to do next.

Fu Huai'an remained silent for a long while before he lit a cigarette and said, "Let him do as he pleases!"

Little Lu nodded and informed Fu Huai'an about his schedule for the afternoon. Fu Huai'an remained silent as white smoke rose from his fingers.

He tapped cigarette ashes against the edge of an ashtray. "The chairman of Shamsun Bank has invited you to a private meeting at 8 pm. The helicopter he sent to fetch you will arrive in 20 minutes!"

Fu Huai'an nodded. "Go get ready!"

It would be midnight back home at 8 pm, and Lin Nuan would be sleeping soundly by then.

After thinking about Lin Nuan, Fu Huai'an suddenly felt that it was meaningless to smoke the cigarette in his mouth any further. He lowered his eyes and frowned as he extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette. He then unbuttoned his shirt and got up to change.

After 15 minutes, Little Lu had already changed, and he knocked on the door to Fu Huai'an's suite before entering. "Sir, we can leave now…"

Fu Huai'an had worn a suit and was putting on his watch. His tie hung loosely around his neck beneath the stiff collar of his white shirt. He motioned for Little Lu to come over.

Little Lu quickly walked over and leaned towards him in tacit understanding…

Fu Huai'an tied his tie and said something into Little Lu's ear in a low voice. Little Lu froze before nodding. "I understand, Sir. I'll get it ready!"

Fu Huai'an nodded and tightened his tie. "Let's go!"

…

The private meeting held by the chairman of Shamsun Bank couldn't be attended by just anyone. Fu Huai'an was on the guest list because of his reputation on Wall Street in his early years. This caused Mr. Khalifa, who mainly worked in the finance industry, to respect and admire him.

Mr. Khalifa heard that Fu Huai'an was coming to Dubai and met him in person during a meeting held by the Ambassador to the United Arab Emirates. After speaking to him, Mr. Khalifa's admiration for Fu Huai'an grew further, so he invited him to his private party.

The private party organized by Mr. Khalifa, the chairman of Shamsun Bank, was held on his private island.

The huge private island was ablaze with lights, which shone on the luxurious, castle-like building. The view from the helicopter was exquisite.

There were a few helicopters parked on the green landing pad in front of the private residence. From the aircraft he was sitting in, Fu Huai'an could see men in suits and keffiyehs[1] as they stepped out of the helicopters. They shielded their keffiyehs from the huge winds caused by the spinning helicopter blades and entered the residence under the protection of bodyguards.

There were also men in white traditional Arab robes who walked up the steps to the residence.

There were pets brought by the guests on the lawn. Lions, tigers, leopards, and other tamed beasts were taken for leisurely walks or enjoyed massages on the lawn.

The staff members held signaling wands in their hands as they motioned for the helicopter to land and pointed at the landing area.

Fu Huai'an sat firmly in the helicopter and looked down at Mr. Khalifa's private island. His right index finger tapped gently against his knee, and the light dimly illuminated his deep-set eyes.

The helicopter came to a stop, and the door opened. Fu Huai'an bent down and stepped out…

[1] A keffiyeh is a traditional Arab headdress worn in the Middle East