Luo Ziling was sitting together with Yang Qingyin and Wuyue, while Ye Xiaoli and Lin Lan sat across from them.
Lin Lan didn’t refuse to drink with Luo Ziling, and Ye Xiaoli was the same, but they didn’t drink in big gulps and eat meat in big chunks like he did.
What had just happened made them wary, so while eating they kept carefully observing their surroundings.
After being frightened by Ye Xiaoli’s ruthless move, that group of people immediately fled, but Lin Lan quickly noticed that their behavior was very strange.
There was no panic when they ran away; even the one whose neck Ye Xiaoli had grabbed and lifted was like that, not fleeing in a panic.
These people didn’t look like ordinary thugs, and Lin Lan’s heart gave a sudden jolt.
She immediately reminded Wuyue, who was sitting across from her.
Wuyue also noticed that something was off, and when Lin Lan spoke up, she too felt a kind of inexplicable danger.
She immediately ordered the support personnel to scout the nearby area, then warned Luo Ziling: "Young master, there’s very likely danger!"
As Wuyue warned them, Luo Ziling also felt the danger.
This sense of danger rose up suddenly, without the slightest sign.
When Luo Ziling was living with Luo Liansheng in the Tianshan area, he often ran into danger.
To train Luo Ziling’s ability to neutralize enemies, Luo Liansheng would often disguise himself as an attacker and launch assaults on him.
Having been strictly trained from a young age, Luo Ziling was extremely sensitive to danger.
It was precisely thanks to this so-called "sixth sense" that couldn’t be explained by science that he had successfully avoided danger many times.
Once he sensed danger and heard Lin Lan and Wuyue’s warnings, Luo Ziling reacted immediately, grabbing Yang Qingyin in his arms and dodging away at extreme speed, fleeing to the side.
Lin Lan, Wuyue, and Ye Xiaoli also stood up at the first moment.
With a dull "bang," the hot pot table they had just been sitting at exploded apart under a massive impact, and the boiling hot pot, struck hard, flew off to the side.
The scalding broth inside splashed everywhere; a few bones flew toward the diners at the neighboring table, and a relatively large bone fell into their hot pot, splashing one diner’s face full of soup, followed by his terrified scream.
Because Wuyue, Lin Lan, and Ye Xiaoli dodged quickly, they didn’t get badly hit, but some of the broth still splashed onto them.
After dodging aside, Lin Lan immediately judged where the attack had come from.
Without any hesitation, she signaled Wuyue to follow her and strike back.
Wuyue also determined the direction of the attack at the first moment.
There was only one high-rise nearby; while other buildings could theoretically host a gun, their conditions and environment didn’t allow a sniper to be stationed there. Only that roughly hundred-meter-tall, thirty-story building was suitable for a sniper to lie in ambush.
Judging from the distance between the two locations, that high-rise should indeed be where the sniper was hiding.
Today, Wuyue had come with Luo Ziling, and the other subordinates hadn’t followed; even Shi Yidan and Zhu Yijun were busy with other matters.
When Wuyue had just called for support, they were about two kilometers away from here.
A few mobile team members were responsible for backup and happened to be nearby; after receiving Wuyue’s signal, they immediately rushed over.
As Wuyue and Lin Lan ran toward that building roughly five hundred meters away from their position, those team members were also moving in that direction.
Ye Xiaoli didn’t go with them; she ran to where Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin were hiding, and without the slightest hesitation drew her gun, watching the surroundings warily.
What had just happened left many people stunned, unable to react for the moment.
Aside from Luo Ziling’s table reacting quickly, the other table that got dragged into it also reacted fairly fast.
They didn’t know what had happened; after being splashed with broth, they stood up cursing, wanting to find whoever started it and settle the score.
They thought someone had deliberately played a prank.
When they saw that the neighboring table was a complete mess, with the table and hot pot shattered all over the floor, they were all dumbfounded.
Very soon, the other diners also noticed that something was wrong, but most simply stared in surprise in this direction without getting up; some people even continued eating and drinking. When they spotted Ye Xiaoli holding a gun, a few timid girls immediately screamed.
Right after that, many people realized that something was seriously wrong, and stood up one after another, preparing to leave.
The busy restaurant owner also noticed something was off, but he didn’t understand what was going on and was still cursing in his heart about people wrecking the place and dining without paying.
When he saw the pistol in Ye Xiaoli’s hand, he was startled, hurriedly ducked aside, and pulled out his phone to call the police.
"Shit." On the high-rise roughly five hundred meters from where Luo Ziling and the others were eating hot pot, a guy who was clearly seeing the scene through binoculars couldn’t help cursing when he saw how things were unfolding.
The gunman lying behind the rifle scope also saw what was happening below.
He had thought his shot would be a sure kill, but when he pulled the trigger, he found that the target in his scope had disappeared, and he too couldn’t help cursing, full of regret.
The two of them didn’t know how the target had noticed something wrong and dodged at the first instant. But they knew that this operation had failed, and what they needed to do next was not wait for another opportunity, but to withdraw immediately.
Their movements were very fast; the gunman disassembled the rifle with brisk, practiced motions, and the spotter immediately picked up the packed luggage, ready to leave.
They hadn’t noticed the two women sprinting madly in this direction; all they were thinking about was following the plan and retreating after the mission failed.
This high-rise was an office building.
At this hour, aside from a few on-duty staff and a couple of employees from some companies working overtime, there was no one else in the building.
Very few windows were still lit, and only one elevator was still running; the others had all been shut down.
The two of them packed everything up within three minutes and then left the room unhurriedly.
They of course didn’t take the elevator down, instead using the fire stairs.
All the surveillance cameras on the fire stair side just happened to malfunction tonight; in other words, as they left the building, they wouldn’t leave any images in the monitoring system.
They were two men with East Asian faces, but when they spoke occasionally, they didn’t use Chinese—they spoke English.
Their movements were extremely fast, and their coordination was very smooth.
They had just been in a room on the eighth floor; from the moment they finished packing and left the room to reaching the third floor, it took them less than five minutes. But when they were quickly stepping down to around the third-floor level, they slowed their pace at the same time.
Because they felt danger.
This sudden danger was faint yet present, and it still made both of their hearts give a jolt.