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Lin Mingchang did not respond to Chen Jiu'an's words. He glanced at the dance floor behind him and said, "In that case, Shen Tong and I will take a look around. See you tomorrow at noon."
With that, the two raised their champagne glasses and made their way through the edge of the dance floor, discreetly observing the crowd around them.
On stage stood a heavily made-up singer, performing a popular French song. Her voice was somewhat languid, and her graceful figure swayed with the music, the shimmering silver dress accentuating her curves and attracting many onlookers.
In a nearby booth, several blonde foreigners lounged on the sofas, chatting while holding cigars. A few stunning women leaned against them, their eyes sparkling with allure.
Suddenly, Shen Tong linked her arm with Lin Mingchang's and gently squeezed twice. In a barely audible voice, she said, "On the second floor, in the southeast corner room, there's a very strong Dark Red Malevolence."
Lin Mingchang patted Shen Tong's hand to signal that he understood. Maintaining an indifferent expression, he led Shen Tong leisurely around to the back of the dance floor and quietly ascended the stairs to the second floor.
This was a one-way corridor located at the back, lined with private rooms facing the stage. The corridor was very quiet, with hardly anyone moving about, only the faint sound of music drifting up from downstairs.
Outside their target room stood a broad-shouldered bodyguard, a gun partially visible at his waist. Lin Mingchang surveyed his surroundings and noticed a Service Bell at the end of the corridor. He signaled to Shen Tong, who quickly ducked behind a large vase that was taller than herself.
Lin Mingchang quietly turned around the corner of the corridor, pulled a coin from his pocket, and flicked it hard toward the bell.
Ding!
The sound echoed suddenly in the empty corridor. The bodyguard instinctively turned his head, alertly looking toward the source of the sound while his hand unconsciously moved toward his waist. Meanwhile, Lin Mingchang had already retreated to the corner.
After hesitating for a moment, the bodyguard walked toward the sound of the bell. Taking advantage of this distraction, Shen Tong slipped out from behind the vase and stealthily approached the door of the private room along the wall.
She held her breath and pressed her ear against the door; faint snippets of conversation could be heard inside. It was clear that there were about four or five people inside, at least two of whom were foreigners speaking very awkward Chinese.
"What about Wang Derun? Has the Police Station investigated... what’s going on?" asked a young foreigner’s voice.
"There are absolutely no flaws; the police have classified it as an accident. That old fool brought this upon himself and even dared to threaten us—he must be tired of living."
At that moment, another hoarse voice, the Foreigner, asked, "I heard there was a problem unloading at Shaobo Lake last night?"
"Don't worry, boss. We have people in high places at the Police Station. That batch of goods has already been safely transferred."
"On our end, the funds from France will be in place next week. You need to speed things up..." The hoarse voice of the Foreigner continued.
"Understood. You can rest assured! In at most six months, we will completely monopolize the Silk Industry in Yangzhou."
"Good, very good. In three days, we will still be here..."
Just then, the bodyguard who had gone to check on the ringing returned. Hearing the footsteps approaching around the corner, Shen Tong instantly turned and slipped back behind a vase, moving so swiftly that he was almost invisible.
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