After the cold cannon fodder became terminally ill, the whole family was panicked

Old town of S city.

A private kitchen restaurant in an alley.

A tall and handsome young man sat at a table that had to be reserved half a month in advance.

His facial features are distinct, his skin is pale and delicate, and his slightly sharp outlines are neutralized by a faint smile, giving him a gentle visual aesthetic touch. His clothes are exquisite and carefully matched, and his hair is casually combed, but there is a kind of deliberately arranged messy beauty.

He sat there like an art student at the nearby university.

Only art students would dress like this.

There is also a red heart pendant in front of the beautiful collarbone.

The diners around him would occasionally glance at him.

But I rarely talk to him.

This kind of exquisite beauty has a sense of distance, and even the smile seems a little arrogant.

Before the food was served.

He gently turned the butter knife in his right hand to relieve his boredom.

The hands with distinct joints seemed a little sloppy when performing this action which was not in line with social etiquette.

This private kitchen is very popular for reservations.

The seats were a bit crowded.

Diners who didn't know each other were forced to squeeze together.

There were still 5 minutes before the meal started and two people sat down at the table next to us.

They were a young couple, the wife was elegant and intellectual.

The husband was sturdy, with slightly bulging temples and bright eyes. Anyone with social experience could tell at a glance that he must be a successful warrior.

The wife put down her expensive handbag and left the table to go to the bathroom.

My husband is a warrior and has a keener sense of smell than most people.

As soon as he sat down, he smelled a faint smell of blood, mixed with the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

It's like someone is halfway through a hospital stay and comes to this private kitchen for a meal.

He quickly locked onto the source of the bloody smell.

The "art student" next to him.

The handsome young man put down the knife he was spinning in his hand and chatted with him, "The mission is over. Bring your new wife out for dinner?"

The husband was stunned: "How do you know——"

Then he suddenly turned his head.

Before I could see the other person's face clearly, my eyes met the red heart pendant.

His face suddenly turned pale.

“Chu Xuan!”

Henry Chu's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of a smile on his face.

"it's me."

"Publishing false information and luring my men to die in the western suburbs?"

"Tell me, who assigned you the task?"

The husband looked alert: "Sorry, according to the rules I can't reveal it... Mr. Chu, I'm sorry!"

After saying this, he actually left his wife behind, kicked the seat away in panic, and walked quickly out of the restaurant.

It's like escaping from the most terrifying weirdness.

But he had only walked halfway when his eyes began to bulge and he had difficulty breathing.

After struggling to stagger for two steps, he collapsed to the ground!

The diners in the private kitchen suddenly screamed!

The wife also rushed out and knelt in front of her husband helplessly: "Help...Help, call an ambulance!"

Henry Chu slowly took off his napkin.

He made a stroke with his index finger.

He put the dinner knife back into his sleeve.

Then he pushed through the crowd and put away his casual smile: "Make way, I have a CPR certificate."

No one expected that this dandy young man, who looked like he had never done any housework, could actually perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

After a while, people made way for Chu Xuan.

Henry Chu walked to the injured.

His long, powerful hands were folded together, and although he didn't seem to be exerting any strength, the injured person's ribs were almost broken due to the pressure he put on him.

The injured person showed a look of pain.

Chu Xuan looked happy.

The injured man's breathing had almost stopped, his skin had taken on a horrifying pale blue color, and his eyes kept rolling upwards.

Henry Chu leaned closer, speaking softly like a whisper, in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Who assigned you the task?"

The injured struggled violently.

Maybe being on the verge of death is too terrifying.

In an instant, he felt a strong desire to survive and hoarsely reported the warrior code of the quest issuer:

"7149...6...1..."

Henry Chu hummed.

"I'll check."

A silver butter knife shone from his sleeve.

Under the horrified and fearful gaze of the crowd.

Henry Chu casually cut the victim's throat with a dinner knife.

Blood gushed out, splashing his snow-white shirt sleeves with a glaring red!

The diners in the restaurant were frightened by this sudden change. Their faces turned pale and they backed away one after another!

The injured man's wife screamed and fainted on the spot.

Henry Chu ordered the restaurant waiter: “Give me a straw.”

The waiter who was called was trembling with fear.

Henry Chu took the straw and casually inserted it into the victim's throat - just below the cricoid cartilage, between the tracheotomy cut with a knife and the victim's vocal cords.

The victim's throat was cut, but he was still conscious.

He endured the severe pain, and struggled to call for help, but because of the straw, his stagnant breathing became smooth again.

He looked at Chu Xuan with fear and shock.

Chu Xuan finally leaned over, smiled, and put the bloody knife into the injured man's hand, whispering goodbye:

"It takes courage to point a knife at me."

"Nice to meet you. Goodbye."

He stood up slowly.

He took off his blood-stained coat and walked out the door where sunlight was flooding.

Before stepping out of this private kitchen, Henry Chu snapped his fingers.

In the chilling silence.

Everyone looked at him.

Chu Xuan said in a gentle voice:

"Tracheotomy in the neck."

"Minor emergency surgery for respiratory obstruction. Like I said, I'm a professional."

"But - before bacterial infection occurs, I suggest you call medical services as soon as possible."

Outside.

The three subordinates of Xuanchuang Company have been waiting for a long time.

They took Henry Chu’s coat and handed him a brand new one of the same style: “President.”

When I got back to the car.

Henry Chu was dressed exquisitely and elegantly from head to toe, even his hair.

He doesn't look like the feared president of Xuanchuang, but more like a rich second-generation young master sitting in his own luxury car, enjoying himself proudly.

Henry Chu tapped the window frame with his knuckles: "What does the Wushu Association say about the Western Suburbs?"

The subordinate immediately reported: "There is news from the Martial Arts Association that the miasma in the western suburbs has been effectively controlled and the danger level has been reduced to C-level strangeness."

Chu Xuan sneered: "C-level? Just sitting there doing nothing, a bunch of trash. Wait, something's going to happen in S City soon."

The subordinate still looked a little worried.

He doesn't care what's going on in S City.

However, it was Henry Chu who fished them out of the wetlands in the western suburbs, and only they knew how much he paid.

"Boss, your injury..."

Henry Chu made a gesture to shut up his subordinates.

He looked out the window at the bustling city, then lowered his head to look at the love pendant that he had carefully protected.

It was evening.

Think about the person you are going to meet next.

A faint warmth welled up in his heart.

"Go back to the Chu family."

"Bring a gift for the young lady."