Why Are You Yelling at Me?

There were eight luxurious private rooms on the sixth floor of Hokkaido Fields.

Having learned in advance which private room the drug traffickers had reserved, Lu Chengze and his two companions chose the room to the left of it.

There was still an hour until lunchtime. The three of them first searched every private room on the floor. Only after confirming there was no one else suspicious did they return to their own room.

Just as they had returned, Bai Jin emerged from the stairwell corner and silently pushed open the door to the private room on the right of the one reserved by the drug traffickers.

This Japanese restaurant was in a prime location in Xu City. Coupled with its gimmick of flying in all ingredients fresh from their places of origin every day, its business had always been quite good.

All the waitresses were women from R Country, and their service was exceedingly humble and deferential. Most of the people who came here to eat were groups of men.

Guests like Bai Jin, who came alone and booked a luxurious private room by himself, were rare.

Bai Jin was handsome, and the waitress assigned to serve this private room looked at him as though her eyes had hooks.

Oh my God! This guest was really gorgeous!

He was just too cold.

When ordering, other than naming dishes, he barely said a word. When the waitress took the opportunity to recommend the day's new dishes, he was equally indifferent.

"...If you have no other requests, we'll place your order and have the food brought over." Not daring to offend him, the waitress retreated awkwardly.

Women who had spent years in high-end establishments had a good eye for these things.

They knew they could not afford to offend a guest like him.

The food arrived quickly. In less than twenty minutes, everything Bai Jin had ordered was prepared and delivered, accompanied by another string of deferential remarks.

Bai Jin dismissed the waitress, then rose and walked to the door. Using the motion of closing it as cover, he saw four men emerge from the stairwell.

Two of them were the drug traffickers from the mission photographs, while the other two were presumably the men from R Country who had come to receive them.

Without giving anything away, Bai Jin closed and locked the door.

Then he returned to the low table. Instead of sitting down, he stepped onto it, leaped up with the force, and pushed open the vent cover in the ceiling.

This was where the restaurant's decor had to be mentioned: low tables, low people, and even the private rooms had lower ceilings than those in other restaurants. Naturally, the ceiling here was not particularly high either.

It made things easier for Bai Jin.

About ten minutes later, Bai Jin sat cross-legged before the low table and began eating at an unhurried pace.

Suddenly, a terrified scream from the neighboring private room rang out. "D-Dead people! Murder!"

Guests from all the private rooms on the floor were drawn out by the waitress's shriek, crowding toward the room where she was.

Then came even more chaotic cries of alarm, mixed with shouts of "Murder!" and "Call the police!"

With such a commotion outside, Bai Jin naturally could not stay inside. He casually messed up the dishes on the table, bumped the low table with his legs, and spilled some of the sake he had ordered, leaving a puddle across the tabletop.

Bai Jin grabbed his black backpack, rubbed his face hard, opened the door, and cautiously poked his head out.

Seeing everyone running toward the neighboring private room, he too approached with curious apprehension.

When he clearly saw the four people in the room, each with their throats slit and blood still spurting from their necks, Bai Jin's face instantly turned pale.

Frightened, he turned and ran. Someone shoved him as he fled, making him stumble. He barely managed to brace himself against the wall and steady himself without falling.

Then he saw Lu Chengze and his two companions hurriedly emerge from the private room next door on the left.

Lu Chengze also immediately spotted Bai Jin, who had been knocked against the wall.

Lu Chengze strode over. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he took in the scene inside the private room, and his brows furrowed.

He gave Lu Jin and Lu Mu a look, telling them to inspect the scene.

Then he pulled Bai Jin over by the arm. Seeing his pale face and slightly trembling body, he spoke with concern in his voice. "Why are you here? Something happened. I'll get you out of here first."

Someone had already called the police. Once they arrived, everyone here would have to stay and give statements.

Judging by Bai Jin's pale, terrified expression, he must have been badly frightened.

He could not let the kid be scared any further.

Although Bai Jin was afraid of Lu Chengze too, compared with the murder scene he had just seen, he was very obedient. He let Lu Chengze quickly pull him out of the private room.

Once they reached the street and the blazing sun shone on him, Bai Jin's trembling eased a little. He asked in a shaky voice, "Inside..."

"Why were you in the private room next door?" Lu Chengze interrupted before Bai Jin could finish, asking in a low voice.

Bai Jin's body, which had just stopped trembling, began to shake again. "I... I made a reservation for lunch today a week ago. I just came here to eat... If you don't believe me, you can... you can check the reservation records."

"Why are you yelling at me?"

As he spoke, his eyes reddened.

He had just witnessed such a bloody murder scene, only to be questioned like this. It was so unfair.

Seeing that the kid had been frightened again, Lu Chengze hurriedly soothed him. "All right, I'm not yelling at you. When the police arrive, they'll definitely call and question you. Just say you came with me."

"As for the reservation record, say I had you book the private room in advance. Understand?"

Bai Jin did not know who the dead people in that private room were, but Lu Chengze knew perfectly well. If the police questioned Bai Jin, it would inevitably create more trouble.

Bai Jin had been dining in the private room right beside the murder scene. He would certainly be a key target for police questioning.

By using his identity, the police would not question Bai Jin too closely.

Bai Jin looked up at Lu Chengze, but the man wore a grim expression and looked fierce. He complained softly and aggrievedly, "Why do I have to lie? I only came here for a meal... I've wanted to try this Japanese restaurant for a long time."

That bastard was using this opportunity to get closer to him!

If he really were some naive fool, he might have believed this was for his own good!

"Be good. It won't do you any good to be connected to a murder scene." Lu Chengze rubbed Bai Jin's hair hard, took the black backpack he had been clutching, and slung it over his shoulders. "I'll call you a car. Go home quickly."

After Bai Jin left in a taxi, Lu Chengze's gaze remained fixed in that direction. His fingers rubbed together. What was in the kid's bag? Why was it so heavy?

Inside the car, once Bai Jin could no longer see Lu Chengze in the rearview mirror, his frightened expression vanished. His pale complexion returned to normal. He lowered his head, took a heavy black phone from his backpack, and sent out a message.

[Mission complete. All targets eliminated.]

As the heavy black phone was tucked back into the bag, it revealed a black cloth pouch filled with short blades. Those sharp, gleaming knives gave off an icy chill. The tips of two of them still bore traces of unwiped blood.