MY MASTER'S KISS, VOLUME 5 - Season 9 Episode 45

Li Nanheng received the clothes from him. He reached toward the exquisite buttons on his black dress shirt. One by one, he unfastened them and changed into the set of clothes the bartender had brought. He then spoke unhurriedly: “Arrange for a blackout ten minutes later. I’ll enter into the private room in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Earlier, when Li Nanheng had pressed Feng Ling against the wall, he had harshly pressed her down. The men who had passed by her only saw that she was a woman dressed in white. However, there were far too many women dressed in white in this bar. They couldn’t tell who was who.

When Feng Ling returned to the private room, the men who were there from the beginning only knew that she was the girl who had accompanied Paul out earlier. When they saw that she was alone, they immediately asked her coldly: “Why are you back alone?”

Feng Ling answered softly and delicately: “He said that his stomach wasn’t feeling well and asked me to return first. He should still be in the men’s restroom.”

After answering, she obediently returned to her seat.

The men who had come in after only watched her suspiciously for a moment. They then resumed their discussion about their plans.

As Boss Li had said, although they mostly conversed in English, the more important details, such as the location and time, were communicated with a unique code or with words she could not understand. She heard mentions of the White House and understood that the main focus behind their discussion this time was focused on the White House and the President.

After around ten minutes, she finally understood their secret code and pieced it together with all of the clues.

They planned to pilot a helicopter toward the White House this Friday to ambush them with a bomb, and some of their men had already infiltrated into the White House. Originally, it would be a difficult task to enter the airspace above the White House. However, they had already gained control over the person-in-charge of the area and replaced him with their own people.

As she took in these news, Feng Ling obediently sat by the side and continued drinking her drinks without any change in expression. Every so often, she would smile and pour wine for the man by her side. She tried her best to retain the identity she had taken on.

Paul still did not return. From the moment he had left with Feng Ling till now, a full thirty minutes had passed by.

A portion of the chatter in the private room had quietened down. David was one of the men who was now silent. He glanced at Feng Ling, who was smiling as she sipped at the drinks and nibbled at the food.

As the other men turned their gaze onto Feng Ling, the atmosphere remained unchanged. However, Feng Ling had already sensed their intention to pull out their weapons. They were only pausing to observe her.

Feng Ling’s smile did not falter. Earlier, she had taken the medicine to sober up. Since returning, she had only taken a few sips of alcohol; it wasn’t too big of a problem for her.

She smiled as she gently placed the wine glass back onto the coffee table. She then picked up a watermelon on the plate and bit into it. She smiled brightly, maintaining the expression of a harmless young girl.

Just as everyone began to suspect if something had happened when she stepped out with Paul earlier, the two people by David’s side reached into their clothes for their guns.

Feng Ling pretended as though she did not notice anything. She spat out the watermelon seeds into her palm and gently placed it onto a napkin on the table. Amidst the murderous intent filled room, she appeared completely unaware of what was happening.

All of a sudden, the music in the private room stopped. The lights also turned off. The abrupt darkness caused everyone in the room to become alarmed.

“What’s happening?! A blackout?! Or an ambush?”

As the music fell silent, someone quickly picked up his phone and turned on the torchlight function. Seeing his action, several people followed.

As sufficient light filled the room, David turned to survey the young girl dressed in white. It seemed like she did not make any small movements during that moment of darkness. She only reached for her phone with a flustered expression, tapping against her phone urgently to turn on the torchlight function. She then looked toward them with panic. “Is it a blackout?”

If this young girl had been arranged in by someone, or if she had some hidden schemes, she definitely would have done something in those few seconds. However, looking at her unprepared expression as she reached for her phone, their suspicions were immediately eased.

Paul had yet to return after so long, something must have happened to him, but the problem was not related to this girl.

“Go ask.” David placed one hand into his pocket, gripping against the handle of his gun. He was prepared to respond to any situation. Everyone else also reached for their weapons while their other hand held onto their phones.

Someone stood up to go ask. The bartender was coincidentally nearby. He rushed in with his phone, bending down to apologize: “My apologies! There seems to be a problem with the bar’s electric circuit. The entire bar is experiencing a blackout. We have already informed the nearest electrician available. Someone will be coming in to help with the repairs. Within ten minutes, we will definitely restore all of the lights!”

“You’re sure that it’s only a problem with the circuits?” David was an African American man. Amidst the darkness, even with the lights from the phones, it was difficult to see his figure clearly. Only his ice-cold, murderous eyes were especially prominent. It caused one to feel chilly and frightened.

“Yes sir. It has been raining frequently for the past few days. The rain must have damaged the old circuits outside the bar. As you know, the buildings in this red light district are all very old. It’s unavoidable that the circuit will suffer from some damage from the weather!” After answering, the bartender quickly picked up his phone and made a call, as though to rush the people on the other end: “Are you here yet? Hurry up!”

Feng Ling watched the bartender; could it be that there were plans she was unaware of? Was this really a blackout?

Several minutes later, footsteps could be heard approaching the room. Following this, the bartender urgently spoke to someone outside. A tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in the uniform of an electric power company then entered. He was carrying a toolbox on his back.

With the lights from several men’s phones, Feng Ling gained a clear look at the man’s face.