139: Chapter 139 Chen Jin has arrived with detonators!

Su Yun's roar was like a thunderclap, startling the millions of people watching the live stream.

The young man at the scene, known as "Young Master Jiangcheng," shook so hard he nearly dropped his phone.

"M...Master, why aim it over there?"

The young man's voice trembled with a hint of a sob; he was genuinely terrified.

Pulling the power earlier had already scared the life out of him, and now, with hundreds of eyes in the hall fixed on the stage, even though the lights were dimmed by half, he felt like a naked clown.

"Enough nonsense! Do as I say!"

Su Yun spoke at lightning speed, giving him no time to think.

"That is Zhao Tai's only escape route!"

"Once things get chaotic, that old fox will never use the main entrance; he will only scramble for that spot!"

The young man swallowed hard and, biting the bullet, moved the phone's camera toward that direction.

In the frame, at the entrance of the inconspicuous VIP passage, two bodyguards wearing sunglasses were scanning their surroundings vigilantly.

Even in such chaotic circumstances, the two men remained motionless, like two door gods.

"See those two bodyguards?"

Su Yun sneered.

"See that bulge at their waists?"

"Don't be naive enough to think it's a power bank or a walkie-talkie."

"Those are loaded weapons, the real deal!"

Hearing this, the young man's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

"G...guns?!"

"Master, don't scare me! This is the country, how could they dare to..."

"Have you forgotten what Zhao Tai does?"

Su Yun cut him off directly.

"For a drug lord who has spent half his life with his head on the line, what's a couple of guns?"

"Never mind guns, he'd even dare to get his hands on a rocket launcher!"

The comments in the live stream exploded instantly.

"Holy crap! Real weapons?"

"Is this a movie? That old dog Zhao Tai has hidden this well!"

"Young Master, run! Let's not watch this, saving your life is more important!"

"Run my ass! Running around now just makes you a living target!"

Just then, Su Yun's voice sounded again, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Listen, Young Master."

"Zhao Tai is still observing right now; he hasn't panicked because he hasn't seen the real threat yet."

"We need to fuel the fire for him."

"On the pillar five meters to your left, there is a red square box."

The young man subconsciously glanced to the left.

It was a fire alarm.

"Master, you don't mean to..."

The young man's voice was trembling.

If he pulled that, it would be a false alarm, and he would end up in jail!

"If you want to live, pull it!"

Su Yun gave him no opportunity to hesitate.

"The police will take another three minutes to storm in."

"But those three minutes are enough for Chen Jin to detonate the bomb ten times over!"

"Once the alarm rings, the situation will spiral completely out of control, and Zhao Tai, to save his own life, will definitely retreat into that VIP lounge immediately."

"And that is the grave we have prepared for him!"

"Do you want to spend a few days in jail, or do you want to turn into a pile of charred remains?"

"Choose for yourself!"

The young man gritted his teeth, looking at Zhao Tai, who was still feigning composure while calming the guests not far away, and then thought about the twenty kilograms of explosives in the basement.

"Damn it! Go for it!"

"Either way it's death, might as well take a gamble!"

The young man crouched down and dashed out like a frightened rabbit.

He rushed to the pillar in two steps and slammed his fist into the glass cover.

"Crash!"

The sound of shattering glass wasn't very noticeable in the noisy hall.

But immediately after.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The ear-piercing fire alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire Jiangcheng International Hotel!

Following that, the automatic sprinkler system on the ceiling activated.

"Whoosh!"

Cold columns of water poured down like a torrential rain, drenching the guests in their expensive evening wear until they looked like drowned rats.

"Ah! Fire!"

"Run!"

"Help!"

The banquet hall, which was previously just a bit restless, completely exploded into chaos.

Screams, cries, and the sound of overturning tables and chairs merged into one.

Hundreds of people surged toward the exit like headless flies, the scene spiraling completely out of control.

"Now is the time!"

Su Yun stared fixedly at the screen.

"Watch Zhao Tai!"

Sure enough.

The moment the alarm sounded, the previously composed Zhao Tai's expression changed drastically.

He could no longer care about his image as a great philanthropist; he shoved aside a noblewoman blocking his path and turned to shout something at the bodyguards beside him.

Then, surrounded by four bodyguards, he crouched down and dashed rapidly toward that VIP passage.

"He went in!"

The young man wiped the water from his face and shouted excitedly.

"Master, you're amazing! He really ran there!"

"Stop talking! Follow him!"

Su Yun commanded sternly.

"Huh? Follow him?"

The young man was dumbfounded.

"There are bodyguards in there, and guns! Wouldn't I be walking to my death if I go in?"

"Who told you to go in?"

Su Yun scolded him impatiently.

"You are now a paparazzi who only knows how to sneak photos, understand?"

"Run to the entrance of the passage and stuff the phone into the leaves of the potted plant by the door!"

"That angle is perfect for capturing the situation inside the lounge!"

"Once you've placed the phone, run! Run as far as you can!"

Upon hearing he could run, the young man immediately perked up.

He had never run so fast in his life; taking advantage of the chaos, he slipped along the wall to the passage entrance.

The two bodyguards guarding the door had already followed Zhao Tai inside, leaving the entrance empty.

The young man hurriedly shoved his phone into the man-sized money tree, adjusted the camera angle to ensure it could capture the half-open door inside, and then bolted.

The live stream's image shook violently a few times before stabilizing.

Through the gaps in the emerald leaves, one could see the scene inside the VIP lounge perfectly.

Zhao Tai rushed into the room in a disheveled state, plopped down onto the leather sofa, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and smashed them hard onto the ground.

"Damn it! Who the hell is behind this!"

"Investigate! Investigate it for me!"

"Was it those competitors? I'm going to kill them!"

Zhao Tai roared at his bodyguards while wiping the water from his face; his ferocious expression was a stark contrast to the gentle and easygoing demeanor he had on stage just moments ago.

The bodyguard was about to speak.

Suddenly.

A hoarse voice came from the corner.

"Boss Zhao, such a fiery temper."

The voice wasn't loud, but in this enclosed room, it felt like a chilling gust of wind that made one's bones turn cold.

Zhao Tai whirled around.

He saw a person slowly walking out of the shadows in the corner of the room.

He was wearing dirty blue work clothes, carrying a toolbox in his hand, and wearing a baseball cap pulled down very low.

An air conditioning repairman.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhao Tai recoiled vigilantly and signaled to his bodyguards.

The two bodyguards immediately reached for their waists.

The man didn't speak, just slowly raised his head.

It was a weathered face, with dark, rough skin like old tree bark, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

It was none other than Chen Jin.

He looked at Zhao Tai, the corners of his mouth curling into an eerie arc.

"Zzzzt."

He reached out and unzipped his work jacket.

In the live stream, millions of viewers gasped.

They saw that Chen Jin's body was densely wrapped in red detonators and intricate coils of wire.

And on his right thumb, he was pressing firmly down on a red detonator trigger.