Chapter 899: An Emergency, with No Preparation at All

It was already eleven at night, only an hour from midnight.

Wang Yun lay on the bed in his room, resting, staring blankly at the ring on his finger.

Judging by the situation, it was hard to say whether tonight’s dinner would even happen.

He found himself worrying about the police lying in wait outside. He had no idea what condition they were in at the moment. And the officers Wang Yun was worrying about were, in fact, all still at their posts, though their spirits were visibly flagging.

Rodney, growing increasingly impatient, made his way to Samson’s command vehicle.

Dragging a hand through his hair, he strode up to Samson, face tight with frustration.

“Captain, why don’t we just charge in? We haven’t heard anything from the informant in so long. What if he’s already in danger?” he said in a grave tone.

At that, Samson smacked him hard on the head.

Rodney sucked in a breath of pain. Rubbing his head, he looked at Samson with wounded grievance.

“Captain, why’d you hit me? And that hard, too.”

Samson looked ready to hit him again, only for Rodney to dodge away with surprising agility.

“Captain, what was that for?”

Seeing that Rodney still did not understand, still wore that same baffled expression, Samson could only sigh.

“Honestly… When are you ever going to use that brain of yours? If he’d really run into danger, and you were only thinking about this now, then by this point his corpse would already be cold.”

Rodney’s face instantly went pale.

“Ah! Don’t tell me something really happened to him?”

Samson struck him on the head again in exasperation.

Then he scolded him.

“You really are hopeless. If he had actually been in danger, he would’ve sent us the signal long ago.”

Thinking it over, Rodney had to admit that it made sense.

If Wang Yun had really been in trouble, he would have alerted them immediately.

He rubbed his head again. Both blows had landed in the same place. With the strength Samson had, Rodney was certain that spot had to be red by now.

Still rubbing it, he asked with lingering confusion, “Captain, so we’re just going to keep waiting like this?”

Samson’s brows drew tightly together. He did not know what sort of situation Wang Yun had encountered either, only that for some reason, he still had not sent any signal. After thinking for a while, Samson finally made a decision.

“Hold your positions for one more hour. If we still haven’t heard anything by then, rotate shifts and get some rest. But keep a close watch on every entrance and exit to Blood Banquet.”

Rodney straightened at once.

“Understood.”

Then he got out of the vehicle, returned to his team car, passed along Samson’s orders, and everyone resumed their watch.

***

Meanwhile, Wang Yun was also thinking.

How was he supposed to get in touch with Samson?

He no longer dared use the signal transmitter casually. If he sent a signal and the people outside took it as the cue to storm the place, that would be a complete disaster. So Wang Yun was still racking his brain for a way to contact them when someone suddenly knocked at the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Sir, are you in? Mr. Robin asked me to let you know he still has some work to do handling the guests as they leave. It looks like tonight’s dinner probably won’t happen after all. He asked whether lunch tomorrow would be convenient instead.”

The moment Wang Yun heard the attendant’s voice outside, his heart leapt.

Talk about falling asleep and having someone hand you a pillow.

He opened the door, deliberately putting on a tense expression as he looked at the attendant outside.

“That’s fine. But my family doesn’t know I’m here. I left home in a hurry and forgot my phone. Could I borrow yours to let them know I’m safe?”

The attendant looked at him uncertainly.

Who forgot their phone at home these days?

And this place’s location was confidential.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help this gentleman, but they had all signed agreements. No one was allowed to carry a phone while on duty.

He had smuggled his in today.

His mother was sick, and his father had taken her to the hospital alone.

He had only risked keeping his phone because he wanted news about her condition, claiming he hadn’t brought it when asked.

The attendant studied Wang Yun in uncertainty.

He himself had risked it for the sake of his mother. And now this guest only wanted to call home and let his family know he was safe.

At the thought of his own mother, sick in the hospital, perhaps worrying about him too, the young man gritted his teeth and stepped into Wang Yun’s room.

“Sir, let me make this clear first.”

Wang Yun nodded.

“Phones aren’t allowed here. It just so happens that my mother is in the hospital, and I was worried about her, so I didn’t turn mine in.”

Wang Yun nodded in understanding.

“The blockers don’t reach this room. You can make the call in here, sir. I’ll keep watch for you.”

With that, the attendant quickly pulled his phone from his trouser pocket. He looked up at Wang Yun, who also seemed tense, and handed it over.

Wang Yun took the phone, recalled the number from the takeaway order earlier, and dialed it.

This was a gamble too.

He was gambling that the number belonged either to Samson or to the officer who had delivered his food.

The situation was urgent. They had had no time to prepare any emergency plan in advance.

Now all he could do was pray that whoever picked up on the other end was quick enough to understand.

Under the attendant’s anxious gaze, Wang Yun dialed the number with steady hands.