My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1068: No One Visits a Temple Without a Cause
He heard that last sentence; she wasn’t looking for Gu Yan because of him!
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When Third Young Master Jun awoke from his coma, it was already noon the next day.
The bullet in his arm had been surgically removed, but he was still weak and running a fever, both from the gunshot wound and from an illness that had been lurking within him for some time.
Despite feeling exhausted and in pain all over his body, he forcefully propped himself up from the hospital bed and resolutely sat up.
As he moved, his handsome face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, his forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, and as he leaned against the pillow, he gasped for breath. The pain in his shoulder made him involuntarily furrow his brows.
"Third Young Master, you shouldn’t be getting up right now; the doctor said you must rest well,"
Lie Feng’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and Fang Yi, who was usually silent and expressionless, showed a hint of concern.
"We should have brought Yan Su here; the medical conditions are far too inadequate."
Although they had brought experienced surgeons from their home country, none was as skilled as Yan Su, who had a deeper understanding of Third Young Master Jun’s body and illness.
However, out of concern for Ye Lu’s safety, Third Young Master thought it would be better for Yan Su to stay and take care of her in the event of an accident.
"Now is not the time to worry about the injury; rest assured, I’m not so easy to kill," said Third Young Master Jun with a strong attitude, sitting upright. A sharp glint passed through his dark, cold pupils, as if he were composed even as Mount Tai crumbled before his eyes.
He spoke calmly.
"Our situation is dire, and we don’t have much time. According to the plan, we only have a little over half a month to infiltrate and gather intelligence. Weapons are a must, the urgency is upon us; now we only have three days to obtain a batch of weapons. Otherwise, if the plan is disrupted, we won’t be able to communicate and coordinate internally and externally, and the entire mission will fail."
Lie Feng’s stern chin grew tense, "Right, the immediate priority is to find replacement weapons. Third Young Master, rest assured, I’ll do my utmost to make contact."
"Hand me the phone; there are not many sellers who can meet my requirements, and even fewer who can provide them in such a short time. Everything, from security to transportation, must be meticulous."
With a serious expression, Third Young Master Jun calmly dialed the Ji Family head, Ji Mo’s phone.
Only the premier arms group could supply him with the most advanced weapons and deliver them to him at the fastest speed.
But after hearing his request, Ji Mo coldly rejected him.
"I’m willing to pay ten times the price," Third Young Master Jun sighed.
"I’m sorry, although your offer is tempting, it still can’t shake the principles of the king of arms. Until you prove that you are not responsible for Old Ling’s death, I will have no dealings with you!"
Third Young Master Jun had a headache; he had well and truly offended the Ji Corporation with the Old Ling incident.
Don’t expect the Ji Family to help out at this time.
This was troublesome; it left him with even fewer options.
Third Young Master Jun’s eyes grew profound as he pondered over potential collaborators.
At that moment, Lie Feng answered a call, his expression was a bit strange. After hanging up, he spoke to Third Young Master Jun.
"Ivan and his daughter would like to see you. They’ll be taking a flight that arrives in three hours and want to discuss a deal with you tonight!"
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Ye Lu was having lunch when a maid came to report that a woman named Yiren had come to visit her.
Ye Lu furrowed her brows, Yiren? What was this woman doing here?
No one visits the temple without a cause, and that woman was least likely to bring any good news.
"Let her in," she said, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Yiren entered alone, her high heels making a confident, pleasant sound on the floor.
Her curly black hair, shiny as jade, cascaded over her shoulders, and her peachy, porcelain skin seemed so delicate it might break upon touch.
