Chapter 550 - Chase (II) (1/2)

Lu Jin understood his father's words. He glanced at the second row.

The lights over the audience area were dim. Even if someone stood up and went to the other table, it would not gather much attention because all of them had their eyes on the stage. It was an easy matter to go to the second row and invite Eitan without people noticing. He could also hide his aura to avoid attention.

However...

Lu Jin swept his eyes beside the Abromich's table. He did not worry that others would notice him. But this man...

This man had superb ability in martial arts and with a slight ripple, the man was likely to notice him.

Ming Zhi Yi saw that Lu Jin had not answered yet and checked what he was gazing at on the second row.

His eyes showed a hint of surprise.

”William Grand is actually here. Come to think of it, he is in the country after all and it would have been a waste to leave him out of the party,” Ming Zhi Yi muttered, before glancing at his son.

”Are you worried that he will notice you? The Grand family always stands neutral all these years. They will turn a blind eye in everything that does not concern them. Or else, how could we mix into their ranks and exploit them?”

Ming Zhi Yi was referring to the companies which he had taken advantage of that were subsidiary or in partnership with the Grand family.

”No matter how great a master William is in martial arts, he will certainly close an eye to your movements. You are just inviting Eitan. I am not asking you to kill someone,” Ming Zhi Yi playfully added.

Lu Jin naturally knew that. He did not correct his father's misunderstanding and just nodded. ”I'll invite him.”

Ming Zhi Yi smiled, his eyes flashing eerily. ”While you are at it, send a word to Mister Ifel. Make sure to keep an eye out for Mistress Tang.”

When the passionate march of the piano reached the peak, the heavy keys abruptly disappeared into light and ethereal silvery notes, giving the listeners a short breathe of awe. Then in the midst of the resonating light notes, there was a drumbeat, as if indicating that a decision was firmly made, followed by the sonorous echo of woodwind instruments and violin.

The orchestra joined the resuming piano keys in all out display, culminating into crescending symphony which resembled an epic piece.

The guests' attention were all riveted on the stage.

Lu Jin hid his aura and went to the second row unhurriedly. He took one glance at the man beside the Abromich's table before lightly patting Eitan's shoulder.

Eitan was currently immersed in the grandoise music when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. His eyes sharpened and his state immediately went to defense mode. But before he could react to see who was rude enough to startle him, he heard a faint whisper in his ears.

The voice was cold and devoid of any emotion, akin to a ghost's whisper which sent shivers down his spine. ”Meet me at the back. Father reminds the two of you to be conscious and look out for Mistress Tang.”

'Mistress Tang?'

Then the voice was gone, as well as the man's breath.

Eitan stiffly turned to look at his shoulder. There was no one beside him. His head turned around discreetly to see if there was someone standing behind him.

He still did not see anyone. Even the man's presence was gone.

Eitan's eyes immediately flashed to the third row, at the most inconspicuous corner.

Cold sweat trickled down his neck.

The two masked men sat there unmoving. Their heads were directed at the position of the stage. They appeared to be immersed in music.

As if none of them ever moved.

Eitan gulped. He knew just who it was who went to his table unnoticed.

”What's the matter?” His father, Ifel, finally noticed Eitan moving like a headless chicken.

Eitan leaned closer to his father and whispered, ”Lu Jin is asking to meet me.”