I Received Messages From Future Self!-Chapter 140 - The Power Behind Han Xue Emerges
Chapter 140: Chapter 140 The Power Behind Han Xue Emerges
Fang Xiaocao sent off the message, then placed her phone on the bed, pinched the bridge of her nose, and began to contemplate her plan, wondering how far Tom could carry it out.
Fang Xiaocao suddenly had a sense of guilt like that of an irresponsible shopkeeper.
Her so-called plan was merely providing Tom with a rough direction of action; there were hardly any detailed steps that a real plan should contain.
Fang Xiaocao felt like the worst kind of boss, and Tom was just like you.
With a word from her, you would have to run yourself ragged.
After reviewing Fang Xiaocao’s so-called plan, Tom also fell silent, feeling like he’d become a corporate drone.
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Tom thought for a moment and replied to Fang Xiaocao’s message.
[Tom: “Princess Your Highness, I need to carefully think about the specific action steps.”]
Seeing Tom’s message, Fang Xiaocao curled her lips into a smile.
“No wonder so many people like to be the boss; this feeling where you only need to move your mouth and your subordinates run themselves ragged is really not bad.”
Fang Xiaocao muttered with a grin.
“Dong dong dong~”
Just then, someone knocked on Fang Xiaocao’s room door.
Upon hearing the knocking, Fang Xiaocao’s body tensed, and she turned to look at the door.
Fang Xiaocao hesitated for a moment, got up, walked towards the door, and asked, “Who is it?”
Fang Xiaocao carefully slipped into the bathroom, not daring to expose herself in front of the door.
After all, Fang Xiaocao was a highly sought after target right now.
Many assassins were lining up waiting to kill her.
To take her life in exchange for money.
Standing in front of the door, if someone outside was an assassin, one shot fired and the door of the hotel wouldn’t just fail to block the bullet, but might also cause the bullet to stay in her body due to the resistance of the door panel.
“Hello, you called for room service.”
The person outside responded.
“Room service?”
Fang Xiaocao murmured, stunned.
“Hello, please open the door; I provided room service for you earlier this afternoon.”
The person outside said with a laugh.
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaocao was startled again.
Then her face lit up.
Fang Xiaocao understood.
It was Wang Qiang who had arranged for her meal delivery.
“Okay, wait a moment, I’m in the restroom.”
Thinking this, Fang Xiaocao called out.
“Of course, guest!”
A response came from outside the door.
Fang Xiaocao flushed the toilet and stepped out of the restroom to open the door.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Fang Xiaocao said cheerfully.
“No problem, guest.”
The investigator disguised as a cleaner replied with a smile.
While speaking, she handed over a bag of boxed meals to Fang Xiaocao and gave her a meaningful look.
Fang Xiaocao took the boxed meal and said with a smile, “Thank you for taking the trouble to come up here specially.”
“Serving the guest is my duty,” said the investigator disguised as a cleaner.
“Guest, goodbye, and I hope you enjoy your stay at our hotel. If you need anything, you can command us through the front desk.”
The investigator, reciting the cleaner’s lines, said.
“Goodbye!”
Fang Xiaocao responded and closed the door.
The sound of the cleaning cart being pushed and the investigator’s footsteps gradually faded away.
“That was really professional,” Fang Xiaocao muttered to herself, carrying the meal to the bedside table, sitting in the chair, and beginning to eat.
Fang Xiaocao’s stomach had been growling for a while now.
Her deep contemplation earlier made her neglect her physiological hunger.
While eating the boxed meal, Fang Xiaocao pondered her next move, waiting for Tom’s message at the same time.
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The hotel surveillance room!
In front of Song Lin, the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.
The person who might be Axi appeared before him, delivering a severe blow to Song Lin’s composure.
“Song team, I’ve finished delivering the meal to Fang Xiaocao,” said Han Xue.
The walkie-talkie on the table crackled to life with her voice.
It snapped Song Lin back to the present.
“Received!”
Song Lin picked up the walkie-talkie and responded.
After setting the walkie-talkie down, Song Lin continued to ponder.
At the moment, Song Lin couldn’t be sure whether the eight-year-old boy was really Axi or not.
He couldn’t take any action against him either.
First, he needed to verify the identities of the mother and son.
To pinpoint the uncertainties about them.
Before their identities were confirmed, he must avoid startling them.
Even once confirmed, Song Lin wouldn’t rashly take action against Axi.
No one knew better than Song Lin just how dangerous that guy Axi could be.
He was a demon who killed without batting an eye.
Whenever Song Lin thought of Axi, the gruesome image of the elderly couple’s death involuntarily sprang to his mind.
After a moment of contemplation, Song Lin took out his phone.
He scrolled through his WeChat contacts and found Shi Guang’s profile.
“Shi Guang, have you verified the identities of the mother and son?”
Song Lin sent Shi Guang a voice message.
“Song team, not yet,”
“I’m calling their relatives, but I can’t get through to them.”
Shi Guang replied to the message promptly.
“Hurry up!”
Song Lin typed a reply and put down his phone.
…
Meanwhile!
In another part of Tang City.
In a luxurious flat, a middle-aged man and an elderly couple, two men and one woman, were tied up and thrown onto the floor.
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“Who would’ve thought the cops would suspect their identities? Their nose really is quite sharp.”
A non-mainstream teenager sat on a sofa, looking with relish at the middle-aged man who was continuously squirming and struggling on the floor.
“What shall we do with these three bastards?”
“Just kill them outright?”
A fat man standing by, rummaging through the fridge for food, casually asked.
“They can’t die yet.”
“Who knows if the cops will come knocking for an investigation.”
“Ask home for some medicine and have someone deliver it here.”
The non-mainstream teenager pondered for a moment before speaking.
“Do we really need to go through all that trouble?”
“That medicine’s expensive, and we don’t have much of it left at home.”
The Fatty, stuffing his face with ready-to-eat food from the fridge, mumbled indistinctly.
“Why are you spouting so much nonsense? Just do what you’re told,” the teenager scolded with annoyance.
“Oh~”
The Fatty grunted in acknowledgment, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
Five minutes later, a delivery guy knocked on the door of the flat.
The non-mainstream teenager walked over to the door, glanced through the video doorbell to confirm it was someone from their side, and then unlocked the door.
“The medicine you ordered, three pills!”
The delivery guy handed over a package to the non-mainstream teenager, speaking expressionlessly.
“Thanks!”
The non-mainstream teenager took the delivery bag and casually shut the door.
“Fatty, come over and give me a hand. Let’s get these pills down their throats.”
The teenager tore open the package and took out three red pills sealed in a plastic bag, calling to the Fatty, who was still showing off his food.
“Coming…”
The Fatty replied, wiped his greasy hands carelessly on his clothes, and walked towards the tied-up family of three on the floor.
