Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Lowe Falls Ill, Sister Qi: The Fish Takes the Bait
In the middle of the night, the F Continent was shrouded in darkness. The seemingly calm surface was also a sign that a storm was about to arrive.
At the Iris Estate, Lowe lay on the bed with cold sweat constantly seeping from his forehead. Both hands tightly gripped the bedsheet, and his facial expression began to twist and contort.
"Ah."
Suddenly, he cried out with a hoarse voice, his eyes suddenly opened, bloodshot, while his breathing became extremely rapid.
The whole person seemed to have undergone immense pain.
Only at this moment did he understand what the "experience" Emma White mentioned in the day meant?
Lowe curled his body, his clothes on the back already soaked, yet his head hurt more and more, that dense gnawing feeling made him wish he could kill Emma White.
Very soon.
Kyle heard the commotion and hurried over. Seeing the man drenched in sweat on the bed, groaning continuously, his face changed instantly.
"Get the doctors over here," he said, hanging up the phone decisively.
Seeing Lowe’s painful appearance on the bed, Kyle was very anxious, pacing back and forth in the room continuously, and kept checking the time.
After a while.
Two men in white coats hurriedly walked into the room.
"Quickly look at the boss, what’s going on." Kyle’s voice was full of urgency as he pointed to the person on the bed instructing them.
The two doctors exchanged glances, hurried forward to check, but after a while, they shook their heads, "Hall Master, the boss’s body doesn’t have any problems."
As soon as the words fell.
Kyle kicked him, "He’s already like this, and there’s nothing wrong."
The other doctor saw this, took a step back hesitantly, and his indecisive look caught Kyle’s attention.
"Speak."
"Could it be something went wrong with what the boss was injected?" the doctor voiced his suspicion, "If that’s the case, we can’t do anything either."
They were just general practitioners; when it comes to biological matters like this, only professionals would work.
Just then.
Lowe wailed painfully with a hoarse voice, even rolling around in bed, and if this got out, the entire Iris Estate would be laughed at.
Kyle, with a frown, looked at Lowe anxiously, suddenly, a figure quickly flashed through his mind.
If it truly was the stuff given by that "Tulip" that was the problem, he absolutely couldn’t find her, now only Emma White could be invited over.
"For now, give the boss a sedative, I’m going out for a bit."
After saying this, he briskly walked out, leaving the two to look at each other.
"Yu Hu, take a team and go with me to Drake’s estate."
As he got downstairs, Kyle mentioned with a cold voice.
Yu Hu was stunned for two seconds, then with some excitement, opened his mouth, "Hall Master, should we bring heavy weapons?"
Oh ho, could it be they are finally going to fight tonight.
Ever since the boss declared himself ill, he’s been itching to fight.
Hearing this,
Kyle frowned in thought, "No need, but don’t forget the things for self-defense."
Drake’s side probably had more heavy weapons, bringing them would be pointless. Moreover, they were going to invite someone, not cause trouble. Just having something simple for self-protection would suffice.
"Alright then." Yu Hu looked somewhat disappointed in his eyes, seemed like they weren’t going for a brawl.
...
At Drake’s estate, all lights were lit, and Du Zehao squinted as he watched the slowly approaching car.
Once Kyle and his group got off, he raised his eyebrows, "So many people coming over in the dead of night, wouldn’t the Hall Master intend to fight?"
Kyle smiled, "Of course not, I’ve come to invite Emma White over to examine our boss."
Upon hearing this.
Du Zehao chuckled, "Lying to ghosts, hasn’t she already checked in the daytime? If you ask me, instead of pretending to be sick, Manor Master Lowe should just start a fight directly, wouldn’t it be simpler."
As the words fell,
Yu Hu couldn’t stand it anymore, angrily shouted, "Damn it, what are you saying?"
"Shut up." Kyle warned him with a look, turning back with a calm expression, "I don’t know what fake illness you are referring to, kindly help to summon Emma White."
Du Zehao shrugged, with a helpless demeanor, "Emma White is already resting now, I dare not disturb her, better come again tomorrow."
Seeing this.
Kyle understood, the person in front of him was determined not to let them invite anyone, and anger surged within him.
He sneered, "What if I must disturb her today?"
The boss’s condition was unclear, and the F Continent could break out in chaos at any time, it was imperative to figure out what was going on quickly.
Upon hearing this, Du Zehao put away his nonchalant attitude and stared expressionlessly, "Try it then."
As soon as the words fell.
The sound of guns being cocked echoed in unison, and in the yard, a group of people aimed black objects at Kyle and his people.
Meanwhile, Yu Hu and the others could barely contain themselves, upon seeing this scene, they pulled out guns and aimed without a word.
All of a sudden.
The entire yard was filled with tension, groups of people glaring at each other, neither side yielding.
"Yo, it’s quite lively at night."
At this moment.
A playful voice with a laugh came from behind.
Kyle looked back and saw Jacob Jordan approaching with his hands in his pockets, looking rather unruly.
Frowning, what was this guy doing here?
"Indeed it’s lively," Du Zehao spoke casually, "one more and we could gather around for a game of mahjong."
"What are you doing here?" Kyle’s voice was displeased.
Jacob hooked up a smile, "Doesn’t Hall Master Kyle know to state his own purpose before asking someone else’s?"
Kyle snorted coldly, not wanting to waste words with him, turned his gaze back ahead, "Du Zehao, are you planning to break with us Iris?"
"How dare I," Du Zehao smiled, "just that the boss ordered, anyone seeking Emma White must be stopped, if necessary, tearing face just tears face."
After all, F Continent was bound to become chaotic sooner or later, they were just ahead of the game.
Damn it, had Drake gone mad?
Was it worth it to fall out with them over Emma White?
Kyle’s mind was in turmoil, a look of astonishment crossing his eyes.
Unexpectedly.
At this moment Jacob actually chimed in, "Tsk tsk, seems our purposes align."
Neither side noticed the two figures at a second-floor window.
Watching the confrontational scene below, Drake stroked his chin and spoke with enthusiasm, "Go on, fight."
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green glanced at him, her eyebrows raised slightly, tone casual, "You are not concerned about your own people."
"I have no concern for them whatsoever," Drake didn’t even shift his gaze, "those guys have a pile of bombs under their feet right now. If they actually start fighting, they’ll leave in the chaos and then explode, just imagining it is thrilling."
Finally.
He finally turned his head to look at the girl, "So, will you go for Lowe?"
Previously, he wouldn’t have believed it when they said Lowe’s people would come at night, after all, these were people accustomed to gunfire, haven’t they experienced pain before.
Unexpectedly, Lowe was so weak, couldn’t even endure the first night.
Claire Green’s crimson lips curled upwards, long eyelashes casting a shadow, her entire body emitting dangerous signals.
"When the fish takes the bait, slowly pulling it back, when faced with imminent death, he’ll understand how to save himself."
After hearing, Drake shivered, feeling utterly creeped out.
Goodness, this girl was more like a dangerous character than him.
Getting involved with her, Lowe was doomed.