Chapter 358 The Mad Young Master 19 (2/2)

Master Zhao read very quickly, his sharp eyes scanning every word.

Especially if this woman is eliminated, Lu Qianhan's attack will crumble on its own. His gaze lingered on those lines for an exceptionally long time.

The study was quiet, with only the rustling sound of him turning the pages.

After a long while, he put down the report, leaned back in the large armchair, and closed his eyes to think.

Lin Qingqing may not know what grudge she has against Lu Qianhan, but how could he not know that she wants to use someone else to do her dirty work?

However, the analysis in the report, combined with the fragmented information he had previously gathered, made it impossible for him not to believe it to some extent.

Especially that photo.

Lu Qianhan's gaze conveyed an unconscious refusal to allow others to encroach upon her possessions.

If this little gift meant to bring good luck is really that important to Lu Qianhan...

So, taking action against her would indeed be much easier than directly targeting Lu Qianhan, who is a tough nut to crack, and the results might be more significant.

This is like striking a snake at its vital point.

He suddenly opened his eyes and pressed a button on the table.

One of his trusted subordinates immediately and silently pushed open the door and stood at attention.

"Aim at that woman and kill her."

Master Zhao pushed the photo and report forward, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"yes."

*

After days of rain, a rare sunny autumn day has arrived.

Zi Xi reported to Steward Li again that she needed to go to the largest herbal medicine shop in the city to purchase several specific medicinal herbs to prepare a new calming incense formula.

Although Lu Qianhan's sleep has improved recently, her pulse indicates that her liver qi stagnation has not been resolved and her mental state still needs further stabilization.

However, because the shadow of the attack that day was still lingering, Butler Li made more careful arrangements this time. He not only sent a car and a reliable driver, but also specially assigned a taciturn but sharp-eyed bodyguard to accompany them.

When Lu Qianhan learned that she was going out, he didn't say much. He just put a simple, old-fashioned metal object, no bigger than a button, into her hand before she left.

"Take it with you, I have a meeting today and don't have time to keep you company."

"When you encounter a problem that you can't solve, press it down hard."

His tone remained cold, but his eyes held an unwavering determination.

It was a miniature emergency distress device.

Zi Xi held it in her palm, nodded, and carefully put it in the inside pocket of her coat.

Located in the old town, Baicaotang was so engrossed in the place that Zixi carefully examined the color and aroma of the medicinal herbs, completely losing track of time.

She selected several top-quality Albizia bark and cypress seeds, and also bought a small bag of excellent-quality ambergris fragments, feeling quite satisfied.

The route back was normal this time, and the car turned into a relatively quiet alley.

But just as the car reached the middle of the alley, where the view in front and behind was slightly obstructed by a bend, an unexpected situation occurred.

A van that appeared to have broken down suddenly started up at the alleyway ahead, blocking the way completely.

Almost at the same time, an engine roared from behind, and another silver-gray van appeared like a ghost, blocking their escape route!

They attacked from both sides, using the same old tricks, but this time the scale was much larger and more professional than before.

"not good!"

The bodyguard reacted extremely quickly, instantly pulling out a short baton he was carrying, while the driver tried to swerve and crash into the car in front, seeking a gap in the road.

However, the other party was clearly prepared and their methods were even more ruthless than last time.

Before the bodyguards could react, the doors of both cars opened simultaneously with a whoosh.

Seven or eight burly men dressed in matching black outfits and wearing gas masks nimbly jumped out of the car, their movements swift and their teamwork seamless.