Chapter 296: 113 Mysterious Miss Bai_1
 

Mao Kun touched his head.

He didn’t know what Bai Lian was up to. He originally thought she needed help moving some heavy equipment and was worried there weren’t enough hands. If Xiaoqi hadn’t notified him that Bai Lian had arrived, he would have continued rounding up more people.

Bai Lian continued walking towards the bar, “The thing is in the trunk, bring it in.”

With a wave of his hand, Mao Kun gave the order. The black-clad bodyguards opened the trunk and spotted the mass spectrometer inside.

“Gentlemen,” these bodyguards had obviously never seen a mass spectrometer before. The device looked delicate and complex, making them hesitant to touch it, “Can we move it just like this?”

The bodyguard’s hand was still on the rear door of the car.

With their intimidating looks, they politely inquired of Dr. Li, who was wearing a white lab coat and a name badge on his chest.

“Ah,” a cool breeze blew by, and Dr. Li finally snapped back to reality, “…just don’t touch any buttons, and carry it in like this.”

With the go-ahead given,

the black-clad bodyguards sprang into action—screens, analyzers, colorimeters…

Each bodyguard carefully carried a piece inside.

Concerned about damaging the delicate instrument, they moved with slow, cautious steps.

“Gentlemen,” the bodyguard once again slightly turned towards Xu En’s assistant and Dr. Li, gesturing “after you,” “Mr. Mao invites the two of you inside.”

Xu En’s assistant walked with an uncertain gait—it was probably the first time someone had referred to him with such respect.

And the ones showing him respect were Backter Street’s bodyguards.

Even Xu En’s assistant, who had accompanied Xu En through countless major events, couldn’t believe it. He exchanged a look with Dr. Li and they both walked inside with their heads buzzing.

Dr. Li slightly tilted his head, looking at Xu En’s assistant with an obvious question—

[What exactly does Miss Bai do for a living?]

Xu En’s assistant was even more baffled.

His knowledge about Bai Lian was limited, and his mind was in a whirl too. How would he know?

The interior of the bar was spacious, with three floors.

The first floor was shrouded in smoke, lit by multicolored lights, with a crowd circling the central stage. People in the corners smoking and drinking looked up for a moment when they noticed a group of bodyguards passing by.

Fortunately, there was no one brazen enough to cause trouble.

The bodyguards, escorting the equipment and Xu En’s assistant and Dr. Li, made their way to the third floor, which was quiet and had thick carpets spread along the U-shaped corridor.

Only waiters pushing carts with drinks passed by, pausing to let the bodyguards go first when they saw them.

The bodyguards led Xu En’s assistant and Dr. Li straight to the private room at the end of the corridor.

Although it was just the third floor, the bar owner still gave the room a very auspicious number—”8888.”

As the door swung open, they saw Bai Lian, standing with her back to them by the window.

The giant crystal chandelier overhead was lit, revealing the interior of the room without a shadow of concealment.

The bodyguards gently placed the items on the coffee table, and only then did Bai Lian turn slightly, lowering her head to look at the mass spectrometer on the floor.

“Sis, what is this?” Beside her, Mao Kun was curiously sizing up the mass spectrometer while offering Bai Lian a cigarette.

Bai Lian took it casually, biting it in her mouth, and Mao Kun lit it for her with due respect as she tilted her head slightly.

“Mass spectrometer.” Bai Lian, in a very ladylike long dress, pristine white with elegant vines embroidered by Ji Heng, her long hair loosely coiled into a bun, held a slender cigarette in her hand—a striking contrast.

As the two conversed, Xu En’s assistant and Dr. Li sat stiffly on the couch, listening in a daze.

Until Bai Lian looked towards Dr. Li and politely inquired, “Dr. Li, you should be able to use the mass spectrometer to analyze toxins, right?”

“Ah…” Dr. Li came back to his senses, “Yes, but you need to have the nerve toxins.”

“Mhm.” Bai Lian casually flicked the cigarette ash into the ashtray, the thin veil of smoke obscured her eyes and brows as she looked at Mao Kun with a slight turn of her head, yet she said nothing.

Mao Kun made a phone call with his mobile.

Halfway through the call, he turned to Dr. Li, “He’s asking which nerve toxin you need?”

He’s asking which nerve toxin he wants?

Dr. Li’s mind momentarily froze. Was this something he could just have if he wanted it?

So nerve toxins are as common as cabbage, and he could choose?!

Bai Lian sat on a sofa on the other side, leaning back, “Purchase one of each kind.”

To identify the source of the toxins, naturally one would need a sample of each type of nerve toxin.

“Okay.” Mao Kun went downstairs to personally handle the transaction.

Such toxins are generally used by international mercenaries to deal with enemies or to apply to their targets, and are not widely circulated. However, some can be found on the black market.

Hearing Bai Lian and Mao Kun casually discuss nerve toxins as if they were talking about cabbages, Dr. Li and Xu En’s assistant, who had just managed to calm themselves, couldn’t help their lips twitching again.

Both men looked towards Bai Lian with caution. Under the crystal chandelier, her face also appeared enigmatic, until—