Chapter 419: Someone is Targeting Him?
Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Someone is Targeting Him?
After hanging up, Shen Lu nonchalantly returned to the kitchen to continue prepping ingredients.
Unlike Old Zhuang, who only owned the single Jiayao Garden Restaurant, Mr. Sun had chain restaurants and two factories. Making him suffer would take more than just poaching a few customers.
Shen Lu couldn’t really touch him on the business front, but she could attack from other angles.
After serving the Dragon Hall customers who had braved the gale-force winds for lunch, Shen Lu asked Xue Can for the Shadow Organization’s contact information.
"What do you want this for?" Xue Can asked, confused. "The Shadow Organization is tight-lipped. They won’t just reveal client information."
He thought she was still trying to investigate who had tried to kill her.
"I’m going to do business with them," Shen Lu said with a blink. "Have them do some dirty work."
"I can do that too."
"You’re not intimidating enough, and besides, I don’t want him to know I’m the one behind it."
Xue Can pursed his lips and gave Shen Lu the contact information for the Shadow Organization.
It was a random string of numbers and characters. After she entered it into her Light Brain, a black chat window immediately popped up. The contact had a black, hooded avatar and sent a single word.
Shadow: Request.
’So cold.’
Shen Lu licked her lips. It fit her stereotype of an assassin’s guild perfectly.
Shen Lu: Do you handle intimidation jobs?
Shadow: We do.
Shen Lu then sent over her requirements.
In short, she wanted to make Mr. Sun and his family unable to sleep at night, lose their appetite, and live every day in constant terror.
Since it didn’t involve murder, the mission’s difficulty was relatively low, and the price wasn’t too high.
Even so, Shen Lu hissed in pain at the cost.
They were charging her 800,000 Star Coins!
She was really bleeding money just to teach Mr. Sun a lesson.
The Shadow Organization was highly efficient. As soon as they received the payment, they immediately dispatched someone to get the job done.
On his way home from the factory, Mr. Sun’s car got a flat tire with a loud BANG.
A gale was raging outside, making it impossible to get out and fix it. He could only call for someone to bring another car to pick him up.
"How do you do your job? Don’t you inspect the car before we use it?" Mr. Sun was in a foul mood and criticized his driver. "Your bonus for this month is gone. If something like this happens again, you’re fired."
The driver didn’t dare say more, only nodding sheepishly.
Suddenly, a harsh, metallic scraping sound came from above, especially gut-wrenching in the cramped confines of the car.
Mr. Sun’s heart skipped a beat as he stared at the roof in terror.
SCRAPE.
The tip of a blade suddenly pierced the roof and began to slowly slice through the metal.
Mr. Sun’s pupils constricted. He scrambled toward the passenger seat, his voice trembling as he begged for mercy.
"Sir! Sir, we can talk about this! Do you want money? I have it! I really do! Just let me go back, and I’ll get it for you right away!"
The person outside seemed not to hear him, stubbornly cutting a basketball-sized hole in the roof. Wind and sand WHOOSHED into the car.
Realizing only a fool would open his mouth and get it filled with sand, Mr. Sun stopped talking. He could only stare wide-eyed at the hole and the pair of legs next to it.
The next second, the person poured what seemed like an endless stream of sewage through the hole.
Before Mr. Sun could react and escape, he was drenched to the bone.
It was the driver who finally opened the door, allowing them both to spill out of the car with the sewage, narrowly avoiding the grim fate of suffocating in it.
Covered in filth, Mr. Sun felt like he wanted to die. After returning home, he spent three hours in the bathroom, using every cleaning product he could find, but he still felt like he stank.
Just as he finally scrubbed himself to a barely satisfactory state and was about to have a drink to calm his nerves, his wife let out a sharp shriek and ran down from the second floor.
"Honey, honey! Someone shaved my head!" His wife clutched her now-bald head, her face a mess of tears and snot. "I was just organizing clothes in the walk-in closet, and I don’t know how, but I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was like this! My hair! My hair!"
"What are you shouting about!" Mr. Sun was actually more panicked than his wife, but he had to save face. He pushed her away and snapped, "Stop crying."
He then ordered the butler to take some people to the walk-in closet and see what was going on.
The butler immediately went up with a few men. Half an hour later, he came back down and reported that everything in the closet was normal, with no sign of any intruders.
Mr. Sun checked the villa’s security footage himself and indeed found no trace of any suspicious figures.
But his wife’s hair couldn’t have just fallen out. Looking at the stubble, it was obvious someone had shaved it.
’Someone’s targeting me?’
A chill shot up from the soles of his feet.
Mr. Sun made a swift decision. He had his wife pack their important belongings, and the whole family moved to another house that very night.
But that wasn’t the end of it. The next day, Mr. Sun woke up to find a turtle drawn on his face. When his wife went to the bathroom to wash up, she was showered with cockroaches that fell from the ceiling.
This went on for a week. No matter where Mr. Sun moved or how many extra bodyguards he hired, the perpetrator always managed to toy with him effortlessly.
Fortunately, they only targeted him and his wife; his children were unharmed. Still, they were somewhat affected and hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days.
Once he had a moment to catch his breath, it finally dawned on Mr. Sun.
"It must be Shen Lu!"
He couldn’t think of anyone else who would use such disgusting tactics against him.
’That damn brat is despicable!’
Beside himself with rage, Mr. Sun gathered his bodyguards and driver and stormed over to Little Deer Cuisine in a grand procession to cause trouble for Shen Lu.
It was morning prep time, and the restaurant wasn’t open yet. Wang Daguo saw the massive crowd of several dozen people and didn’t dare let them in. He only asked what Boss Sun was here for.
"Get the one surnamed Shen out here!" At that moment, Mr. Sun wished he could flay Shen Lu alive.
"The boss isn’t here."
"She’s not here?! Do you take me for a fool? Open the door! I’ll go in and find her myself!"
"The boss really isn’t here. You should come back in a few days."
Mr. Sun sneered and waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to break down the door.
But a strange thing happened. The group of men struggled for a long time, yet they couldn’t even put a crack in the glass door, let alone break it down.
"What’s the meaning of this? I paid a fortune to hire you, and this is how you work?!"
"Boss, this glass is incredibly tough. We can’t break it. It’s not that we’re slacking off." The bodyguards felt wronged. They had used all their strength, even resorting to crowbars and spiked clubs.
But what wouldn’t break, wouldn’t break.
Not believing it, Mr. Sun tried it himself. The result was that his own hand was cut from the impact, yet he couldn’t even leave a mark on the glass.
Just then, someone reminded him in a low voice, "Boss, Shen Lu probably really isn’t in the restaurant. Have you forgotten? Today is the first day of the official Kitchen King competition. She’s likely at the competition venue in the Upper City District."
It dawned on Mr. Sun. These past few days had been a living hell, and he had been so focused on saving his own skin that he had forgotten everything else.
With a wave of his hand, the crowd WHOOSHED into their vehicles and headed for the Upper City District.
Today, he was going to get his revenge, settling every score. If he couldn’t pay Shen Lu back for what she’d done to him, he might as well find a rope and hang himself. What was the point of living?!