Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 494

Chapter 494: Chapter 494

Suddenly, a piercing ringtone shattered the quiet night, waking the two people in bed.

"Who is it? In the middle of the night..." The woman murmured with her eyes closed, drowsily, and then pressed her bare body tightly against the man’s arm.

The man, groggy, opened his eyes and lay on the bed, unable to collect his thoughts.

The piercing ringtone continued ringing, and the woman hummed in displeasure a few times.

"Brother Bing, answer the phone..."

The man frowned in annoyance, groped for the cellphone on the bedside table in a daze, and picked it up.

"Who is it? Calling in the middle of the night, looking for death? You motherfuc—"

"Family Head! Help! Someone’s attacking the Canglang Sect! All our venues have been smashed! Family Head, you need to come quick!"

Before the man could finish, the tragic cries and faint sounds of gunfire from the phone were like a bucket of ice water poured from head to toe, completely eradicating any drowsiness!

He sat up abruptly in bed, and by the dim moonlight, the man’s face finally came into view!

It was Tan Bing! The current Family Head of the Canglang Sect, Tan Bing!

"What happened? Tell me slowly! Hello? Hello? Talk!" Tan Bing clenched the phone tightly, frowning and yelling into the receiver.

The high-decibel shouting made the woman in bed somewhat dissatisfied; she hummed and grumbled, rubbing her eyes, then twisted her serpentine waist and pressed up against Tan Bing’s back.

"Brother Bing, what are you doing in the middle of the night—ouch!"

Before she finished speaking, Tan Bing violently shook off his hand, and the woman was thrown onto the bed.

He hurriedly got out of bed, got dressed, ignored the woman’s tearful shouts, picked up the phone, and strode out.

Tianle Building, the stronghold of the Canglang Sect.

In the meeting room on the top floor, the air was heavy with smoke and the pungent smell of nicotine, but the people inside had no mind to care about it.

Tan Bing sat motionless at the head of the conference table, his gloomy gaze sweeping continuously over the high-ranking members of the Canglang Sect seated on both sides.

"Speak! What should we do about this? The enemy has hit seventeen of our venues, and we don’t even know who they are! You sons of bitches, what am I feeding you for!" The more Tan Bing thought about it, the angrier he became, and impulsively he grabbed a teacup from in front of him and hurled it, hitting a subordinate right on the forehead. Blood gushed forth immediately.

"Fa-Family Head, it’s not that we haven’t figured it out. We really don’t know who we have offended!" An elder with high seniority within the Canglang Sect sighed and said, "In our line of work, offending people is commonplace. But an attack of this scale against the Canglang Sect suggests deep-rooted hatred. Family Head, in recent days, the brothers have all been sticking to their duties and haven’t made any enemies!"

As this elder spoke, the others nodded in agreement, all pleading injustice for themselves.

Seeing this bunch of subordinates desperately trying to shirk responsibility, Tan Bing felt a throbbing at his temples and an incessant twitch in his head.

However, the elder’s words did spark a thought in him.

Recently, if there was anything the Canglang Sect had done to incur such wrath, perhaps...

Tan Bing’s gaze became distant, and the image of a figure as cold and domineering as an emperor surfaced in his mind.

Suddenly, his body jolted. Tan Bing hastily stood up and, leaving everyone behind, walked out with determined strides.

In the office, Tan Bing locked the door tightly, then walked into the inner room and dialed a number on the telephone.

"Hello? Lord Tutian, this is Tan Bing! There’s trouble, someone’s made a clean sweep of the Canglang Sect! Seventeen venues hit, and the people we sent are all either dead or crippled!" Tan Bing tried to keep his voice calm, but Tutian Xiaoquan on the other end of the line still sensed the scent of crisis.