117 Eliza - Harmony City 1 (1/2)
Chapter 117: Eliza - Harmony City 1
Coming out from the small living room, the banquet hall was still as lively as before; the band of violinists comfortably and elegantly played their violins, and in the merry music, a group of dignitaries continued on with their socializing indifferently.
As though they had not heard the scream of despair just now at all.
Garen and his uncle walking out from the small living room with a few bodyguards only attracted the attention of a few people. Other than that, there was no other response.
He swept his gaze over the entire hall, and unexpectedly saw his sister sitting on the side, somewhat frantically looking over in his direction; their eyes met coincidentally.
”It’ll be okay.” Garen gave Ying Er a reassuring look.
The banquet went on as usual; as the host, his uncle went onstage to speak a few words. After that, a few other important people went onstage to speak. Everyone joked about them and a few courtesans. The atmosphere was ambiguous and reserved.
Garen walked over to his sister and sat on the black leather sofa, taking a light sip from the glass of dark liquor in his hand. It was sour, kind of like sour plum wine.
”Brother...” Ying Er looked at him with a worried face, she opened her mouth to speak but she was not sure what to say.
”It’ll be fine. There was just a bit of a conflict in there just now, nothing to do with me.” Garen gave her a reassuring smile. ”Come to think about it, it’s been so long since the two of us had sat down quietly and chat.”
”Yes... It’s been a long time.” Ying Er lowered her head. ”I’ve already felt it very early on. Brother, you’ve become so mysterious. I don’t know what you do everyday. I can’t even see your shadow.”
”What else would I be doing? I’m only following the dojo and joining exchange gatherings. There’s nothing else besides that. Don’t worry, if...” Garen had not finished speaking when his face suddenly became stiff; his eyes squinted slightly, before returning to normal. He changed what he was about to say, and continued. ”If anything happens, I will definitely tell you. Oh right. Master has fallen sick recently. I still need to handle some stuff for the dojo. You know, after all, that I’m the master’s last disciple.”
Ying Er nodded as though she understood.
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Click.
In the highest level of the building a short distance away from the banquet hall.
A masked man in black carried a black sniper rifle about two meters long, and was surveying the situation in the banquet hall opposite of him through the rifle scope.
His left hand adjusted the direction of the barrel, while his right hand reloaded the rifle lightly.
The bullets were golden yellow. They were very thin and sharp, like a straight, golden loach. Soft clicking sounds were made as these bullets slid into the bore of the rifle.
”Sting, there’s no need to be so nervous. He’s just a fellow who had been trained in the martial arts.” Behind him was a man with short, silver hair, who spoke drily. He was playing around with a folding knife, wearing the same mask on his face; judging by the crystallic, deep-blue eyes and the handsome shape of his face, his disposition and looks were extraordinarily magnificent.
”Every dangerous person requires my alertness.” The man carrying the rifle replied coolly. ”Since we’ve taken the money, we are responsible for the client.”
”Oh please, we are mercenaries, not professional bodyguards. Can you not be so dedicated? I’m afraid that Jia Loran will be looking for you to discuss the matter of you stealing their business.” The silver haired man said, very amused.
”This can be considered a summit of the provincial leaders. Don’t underestimate this.” The dark shirt man responded unemotionally. ”This fellow could have been well trained to fight, and might not be weak.”
”Are you talking about the martial artists? Do you think that there is a martial artist who can get rid of their opponents two miles away? I seem to remember, my last record was 2.3 miles…”
”2.6,” The dark shirt man added on abruptly. ”You are still far.”
The silver haired man gave a dry laugh.
”I’m talking about Dan Ke Tang, you are the professional who single-handedly killed Dan Ke. How can you compare yourself to such a small fry as me? Isn’t that an insult to you? Within a mile, your special bullets can pass through an armoured vehicle.”
The dark shirt man did not speak anymore, but watched a figure sitting by the right side window in the banquet hall through his circular rifle scope.
That man was holding a glass of dark liquor, drinking slowly while casually chatting with a young girl.
This man was Garen.
At that time, Garen could vaguely feel an extremely sharp aura locking fixedly upon himself.
He was sure that it was a firearm!
But never before had a firearm been able to cause him to feel so strongly threatened.
As he chatted away with his sister, the muscles in his entire body tensed up slightly. It could take a shot at him anytime.
Slowly, not more than a few moments later, this aura gradually moved away. He was then able to relax and breathe easily.
Just as he had let out a sigh of relief, suddenly, there was a small scuffle in the banquet hall.
”Don’t come over here!! Don’t come over! Don’t you hear me! I’m telling you to stand still!” A somewhat crazed voice of a man came from the middle of the banquet hall.
Garen and the guests from the surrounding corners all stood up, and looked to the center.
A young, golden haired man dressed in a white suit was holding a white handgun, holding it against the neck of a middle-aged lady.
What was mystifying, was that the middle-aged lady’s face was cold; there was not a hint of panic on her face, as though this was not the first time she was going through such a fuss.
The guests around them also did not look at all nervous. Some of them had even put their heads together in a whisper, a cold, uncaring look as they watched what was going on.
”Elena... Do you need our help?” A golden haired girl, wearing a red, sleeveless gown, stood out and asked casually. Her long ponytail was swept over her shoulder and fell from her neck all the way to the front of her chest. Her eyes were narrow and sharp, giving off a stinging, beautiful aura.
The woman who was being held hostage shook her head.
”Dante, I did not think that you’d do such a thing.”
”You did not think? Ho… Ho ho… For that man, you can throw aside anything, you can give up everything... What would I not be able to do?!” The man in the white suit said in despair. He slowly tightened his grip on the trigger of the handgun.