Poof...
Blood instantly splattered across the entire table. Lin Beichen turned to look at Dongchuan Ichiro, who was still dazed in the chair, and said irritably:
"What are you still sitting there for? Hurry up and go!"
On hearing Lin Beichen's rebuke, Dongchuan Ichiro finally came to his senses, realizing that the blood on the table wasn't his own. He instinctively touched his neck, feeling secretly relieved.
"Thankfully, Lin Beichen was here, otherwise I would have died just now."
Aside from relief, Dongchuan Ichiro's heart was filled with shock. He had been so close to Lin Beichen but hadn't seen how he made his move.
"Hurry up and get over here!"
Upon hearing Lin Beichen's voice again, Dongchuan Ichiro hurriedly ran over. Now was not the time to dwell on this; if he messed up, it would be him who ended up dead.
Meanwhile, Matsubara Shigeki and Gaoshan Jinnan on the top floor were tensely staring at their phones. Ten minutes had passed with no news coming back.
