C202 The smell of blood

"I... I don't know! But it should not be a Boa Ya! "

Claude seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. On the way here, he suddenly encountered an ambush of assassins, launching a pincer attack. Under his desperate resistance, he managed to escape the encirclement, but was also seriously injured, but he had to prevent this misunderstanding from deepening because it was clear that Boya would not take any revenge on him, because from the looks of it, these assassins were not trained by the Huangfu Corporation! There had to be more to it! If Huangfu Yun was angered by Qi Ya's actions, an unprecedented internal conflict would erupt. In the end, the mysterious person controlling from behind with unknown motives would likely succeed.

"But he shouldn't have captured Dell and hurt you!" The thing he could not tolerate the most was the injuries of the people around him, especially Song Dai'er! Because of his relationship with Song Dell, she had been seriously injured, so how could he bear with it?

When Claude heard about this matter with Song Dell, he was stunned. He was even more confused as to who was the person behind this, to actually be able to grasp so accurately onto Huangfu Yunyin's life vein. This was enough to make Huangfu Yunli instantly jump back like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, and he immediately retaliated in a fit of rage.

He really couldn't figure out who it was! Claude was beginning to feel muddled, because he could not hold on any longer!

"Claude, hold on, I'm still waiting for you to come home!" When Huangfu Yunyin saw Claude's dazed look, he cried out in alarm.

In a daze, when Claude heard the name, a smile formed on his pale lips, and he said in a voice like a mosquito, "Don't tell my wife …"

"Claude..."

Just as Huangfu Yun was panicking over the fact that Claude had fainted, Seth had brought two doctors, Huangfu Yueli and Murong Zian, out of the hall at the last minute.

Pushing open the door, Huangfu Yueli was stunned by the bloody stench that filled the room. She looked at Huangfu Yun with unease as she asked, "Big Brother, what's going on?"

"I don't know what happened either. It's just that someone is using the period of conflict between me and Qi Boa to stir up trouble!" Huangfu Yunyin said in a low voice as he watched the doctor busy up and down trying to stop Claude's bleeding.

"Is there any news from Dale?" Huangfu Yueli asked nervously. Because this was Huangfu Yunyin's lifeline.

"None …" Huangfu Yun's expression paused for a moment before he said in a low voice.

"Damn it!" "It's also because of us …" Huangfu Yueli said helplessly as she looked at his husband beside her in agony! Murong Zian could only silently comfort his newlywed wife, because everyone wanted to help Song Dell and Huangfu Yunyin, but this was too much.

Huangfu Yunyin stood up and said in a low, hoarse voice, "It's not because of you guys, Claude and I did not come to Southeast Asia just to attend your wedding. The matter with Jiang Bo Ya is only a matter of time.

"Who is this person?"

This question was something that no one present could think of no matter how much they scratched their head.

At that moment, a doctor who was on Claude's shoulder pulled out the bullet stuck in the bone and muscles. In an instant, a pillar of blood spurted out, splashing all over the doctor's face.

"Not good, the arteries have ruptured. We need to move to the hospital immediately!" exclaimed the doctor, as he pressed his hand against the wound on Claude's shoulder.

The atmosphere became tense as the stench of blood permeated the air …

Far away in the Italian villa, she sat at the window enjoying the afternoon sun, her face smiling as she stroked her flat belly.

He extended his hand, and just as he was about to grab the teacup, his hand suddenly trembled. With a "peng" sound, the bone china cup shattered into pieces.

As she looked at the wide expanse of water marks and shards of pottery on the ground, her tranquil heart suddenly grew uneasy.

On the other side, Du San didn't return to the Hall of Precipice after he finished comforting Boya. Instead, he drove quickly towards the villa on the mountain.

He was going to the mysterious villa to meet his benefactor.

Very quickly, Du San's car arrived at the foot of the mountain. It followed the artificially developed mountain road and directly went up, and when Du San saw the artificial planted golden phoenix full of proud flowers, bright red like a burning flame, he was pleased and took a few more glances. This was because the proud and beautiful golden phoenix flower was just like Du San's heart at this very moment! He was too happy, because he was about to be able to vent all the anger that he had accumulated over the past few years.

In the end, he stopped in front of a villa that looked like an ancient castle. After slamming the door, Du San walked into the villa as if he was familiar with the route.

The interior of the villa was luxuriously decorated, just like the European aristocracy's palaces a few centuries ago. The dark-red walls were inlaid with gold, the beautifully carved marble and flower columns, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows decorated with iron windows, the royal blue velvet curtains, and the crimson walls formed an exaggerated contrast with each other, and there were layers of intersecting sandalwood carved onto the stairs leading to the second floor. The roof was even a tall dome.

Du San stood at the entrance to the main hall and looked around this extremely luxurious place. He took a deep breath and calmly walked through the spacious hall and up to the second floor step by step.

Upon reaching the second floor, Du San heard an elegant singing voice. He pursed his lips and laughed softly as he followed the voice, murmuring to himself, "There are so many habits of nobility."

Just as Du San was about to knock on the door, it suddenly creaked open. Du San's chubby face briefly revealed a trace of surprise before he unceremoniously pushed open the door and walked in.

Unlike the darkness outside the door, the room was very bright due to one of the walls was formed by a large window. Du San couldn't help but squint his small triangular eyes at the man sitting under the sunlight.

The man leaned against the bright red sofa with his long legs crossed and his blue eyes half closed as if he was enjoying the rich red wine that he was holding on his fingertips. His golden hair was shining under the sun and there was a trace of arrogance on his face that seemed like it belonged to a western person.

"Mister!" Seeing the situation, Du San slightly bent his head and greeted the man with a respectful attitude.

The man put down the crystal cup in his hand, and after looking at Du San standing at the door, he elegantly asked in a low voice, "Du San, do you have some good news for me?"

When Du San heard the elegant voice, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. This caused him to lower his chubby head even further, and his tone became even more despicable as he said, "I've already done as you instructed. I've provoked Huangyun Suo and Qi Bo Ya, making their conflict even more intense!"

"This is the effect that I had expected, but Du San, I want to hear far more than that, I want the result. You know what the result is!" The man tapped the brown table lightly with his slender white fingers. The sapphire ring on his middle finger sparkled under the sunlight.

Du San knew the role of the master he was currently attached to, and he was very clear on the outcome his master wanted. However, it would still take some time, so he wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "Sir, the result you want is the death of Huangfu Yunyin. But now, with the intervention of the Nangong family, you've become a Boya who doesn't dare to act rashly!"

"Oh …" I have forgotten about that woman, Song Dai Er. He is now the young miss of the Nan Gong Family! " That elegant man's bright red lips revealed a fiendish smile. However, his attitude suddenly changed as he shouted, "Du San, remember, if this is done, Southeast Asia is your place. You are no longer a stray dog that lives under Huangfu Yunyin and Nangong An's shadow all day!"

From the man's words, Du San's heart surged. He was like a dog that was attached to this treacherous noble man. Wasn't this the result he wanted? Hence, he hastily stepped forward and said, "Of course I understand this …"

"It's good that you understand. Why don't you hurry up and do what you need to do?" The man raised his head and chuckled. His fair face and bright red lips made him look like an elegant vampire from the Middle Ages.

"Okay, my master …" Du San left the room with a flattering smile. In an instant, the only sound left in the room was the melodious melody. When the man sitting on the sofa saw that the door was closed, he stood up and mocked, "Foolish Easterner!"

Of course, there was also that stupid bastard who had mixed the blood of the Eastern bloods! Such a bastard must die …

The man unrestrainedly laughed, his fingertips playing with the sapphire diamond ring on his middle finger. Only if Huangfu Yun died obediently would he be the perfect owner for this ring! Only then would he be the most legitimate master of the Leo family.

After leaving the hospital, other than Reese and a few of his underlings who stayed behind to ensure that Claude would not be attacked again, Huangfu Yun and Nangong An temporarily returned to the Hall of Preliminaries.

Just as they entered the Hall of Preliminaries, Huangfu Yun's phone rang. Everyone tensed up and locked their gazes onto him.

Huangfu Yun took out his phone and looked at it. His mood became increasingly gloomy. After he picked up the phone, he asked in a low voice, "Alistair, what's the matter?"

It was Eli. After they looked at each other, the tension in their hearts eased a little.

"Yunyin, where's Claude? Why can't I get through to him? " Ari asked nervously on the other end of the line.

Huangfu Yun was a little panicked, but immediately calmed down. He calmly said, "Oh, Claude said his phone was secretly stolen!"

"What about him? Where is he? " Huangfu Yun's explanation seemed a little far-fetched, and his suspicion became even more intense. Claude was a busy man, and he was unwilling to secretly give away the most important communication phone call, unless that thief had such a peerless martial arts skill.