341: The big guy took the bait

Morak Family headquarters.

The doors to the luxurious top-floor office were violently shoved open from the outside, creating a loud "bang."

Katie, her face twisted in rage, stormed in like an enraged lioness.

Her bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on her brother, who was lounging leisurely on the leather sofa, sipping whiskey.

"Where is Liu Lian?!"

"Where did you take him?!"

Her questioning was sharp and hurried, carrying a tremor she could not conceal.

Vince didn't even look up at her.

He merely swirled the crystal glass in his hand slowly, watching the amber liquid refract charming halos of light under the illumination.

"Who?"

He drew out his tone, acting as if he had only just remembered.

"Oh, you mean that drifter?"

"He left on his own."

Vince waved his hand dismissively, brought the glass to his lips, and took a light sip.

"Maybe he didn't want to be your nanny anymore, who knows."

"Impossible!"

Katie's emotions were instantly ignited; she rushed in front of Vince, braced her hands against the expensive coffee table, leaned forward, and almost screamed.

"He would never leave without saying goodbye! It's you! You did something to him, didn't you?!"

Vince's movements finally paused for a moment.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes—usually carrying a hint of a smile—now cold and indifferent.

"Katie."

His voice was flat, yet carried an irresistible pressure.

"I am warning you, stay away from that man."

He set down his glass, stood up, walked step by step to Katie, and looked down at his sister from a position of superiority.

"You will never see him again."

"Ever."

He said the last two words very softly, yet they felt like two daggers dipped in deadly poison, precisely stabbing into Katie's heart.

Katie's body swayed violently.

She looked at the face before her, both familiar and strange; the coldness in her brother's eyes chilled her to the bone.

The gunshots at the pier, those menacing thugs, and Vince's nonchalant explanation afterward...

All the clues connected at this moment.

A terrifying thought made her blood run cold.

"You... you killed him..."

Her voice was barely audible, filled with despair and fear.

"You got rid of him... didn't you?!"

Vince did not answer.

He only looked at her with a scrutinizing, even slightly annoyed, gaze.

This silence was crueler than any answer.

He waved his hand toward the door.

Two burly bodyguards immediately walked in.

"Take the Young Miss back to her room."

"She needs to rest well."

"No! Let me go! Vince! You bastard! Murderer!"

Katie struggled and screamed crazily, but her strength was negligible in front of the two big men.

She was forcibly carried out of the office just like that, her desperate screams echoing in the hallway before gradually fading away.

The office door was closed once again.

Vince walked back to the sofa, picked up the half-finished glass of whiskey, and drained it in one gulp.

He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bright lights of the city beneath his feet, a trace of irritation flashing across his face.

He did indeed have some regrets.

Regretting letting that Asian kid come into contact with his sister.

But so what?

Katie was just a spoiled little girl; in a few days, she would forget that drifter and go back to chasing luxury goods and parties.

The Family business was what mattered most.

...

Katie was roughly thrown back into her room.

The door locked behind her with a "click."

She sat on the soft edge of the bed, feeling lost and empty.

Scenes flashed uncontrollably through her mind.

That disheveled Asian boy, at the university gate, easily subduing those football players.

His silent profile while driving.

The look of utter resignation on his face when he followed behind her, carrying bags of all sizes.

And the scent on him... that wasn't actually unpleasant, a mixture of sweat and sunshine.

She had always thought she just found him interesting, that she was just treating him like a novel toy.

But until this moment, when her heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, hurting so much she couldn't breathe, she finally understood.

She seemed to... really have fallen in love with that Asian boy who always looked helpless, yet could always protect her at critical moments.

Tears fell silently.

She curled up on the bed, burying her face deep into the pillow.

"I'm sorry..."

"Liu Lian... I'm sorry..."

The suppressed sobbing seemed so insignificant in the luxurious and empty room.

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the city, in a dilapidated apartment building that smelled of mold.

Liu Lian was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back against the mottled wall, watching a trashy variety show on TV with great interest.

His Spiritual Sense, like an invisible giant net, quietly shrouded the heavily guarded warehouse not far away.

Every slight movement could not escape his perception.

In the past few days, he had figured out the situation of every tenant in this building.

The room to the left was a drug addict; the one to the right was a couple who argued every day.

And he was just a stone in this darkness, completely unremarkable.

"Tsk tsk, what a performance."

Liu Lian shoved a potato chip into his mouth, muttering incoherently about the female guest on TV.

He was getting a bit impatient from waiting.

These past few days, apart from a few small-time thugs guarding the door, not even a decent character had appeared in the warehouse.

"I'll wait two more days. If there's still no movement, I'll just call some people and level this crappy warehouse."

He muttered to himself.

Just then.

His chewing motion suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the wall, looking toward the direction of the warehouse.

A pleasant smile slowly blossomed on his face.

"Heh, speak of the devil."

In his Spiritual Sense perception.

A huge black container truck was slowly driving toward the gate of the warehouse.

Inside the truck, that familiar and nauseating scent of the evil elixir was at its most intense.

It was more intense than any time he had seen before.

"This batch is decent."

Liu Lian tossed away the bag of potato chips and clapped his hands.

"Looks like the ones coming this time aren't just small fry."

He stood up and stretched his slightly stiff neck, producing a series of "crack" sounds.

He walked to the window, watching from the gap as the truck came to a stop.

Several people in black suits walked quickly out of the warehouse and respectfully opened the truck door.

Liu Lian's eyes narrowed.

After fishing for so long.

Finally, a big fish is hooked.