Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 113 - 107: Zhan Yuanshan Falls Ill, Qiao Jing Takes Action

Chapter 113: Chapter 107: Zhan Yuanshan Falls Ill, Qiao Jing Takes Action

“What’s going on?” Qian Haisheng asked doubtfully. Hadn’t he just asked him to post the job? There couldn’t be results already, could there?

“Boss, no guild killers are taking it!” This odd occurrence, the assistant had encountered twice already.

First, it was Qiao Jing, and now this Wen Binbin.

What the assistant didn’t know was, heaven knows when the guild received this job, the killers were getting fully inflamed against it.

Who is Wen Binbin? Others might not know, but they were all too aware.

He was Leng Qing, the top killer, superior to them all!

Hiring them to kill Leng Qing, were they tired of living?

Truthfully, they really wanted to find out who was the crazy one who had posted such a job.

“What?” Qian Haisheng looked at his assistant in total shock.

“They won’t take it? How can they not?”

Qian Haisheng couldn’t figure it out. He had been puzzled enough by the matter concerning Qiao Jing, and now another insignificant little person had popped up.

“No!” Qian Haisheng thought it over and, opening a photo that Qian Yuang had just sent, stared at the person in it, “This man is definitely not some minor character!”

“Could it be someone from the guild?” the assistant speculated and guessed.

This was an illumination! Qian Haisheng suddenly saw the light.

“I get it now! I get the whole picture! No wonder the guild wouldn’t take the job to kill Qiao Jing before, and why they couldn’t kill this fat man. Yuang’s analysis was right, Qiao Jing indeed knows someone from the guild, and this man is that fat man!”

Yes!

Now it all made sense.

He still remembered what Qian Yuang had said on the phone earlier, saying this Wen Binbin was not from the capital and seemed to have just arrived here.

Why come here? Mostly because of the job they issued to kill Qiao Jing, so he came.

After sorting it out, Qian Haisheng immediately called Qian Yuang.

Fearing it was too late and that Qian Yuang might create irreparable disaster.

After all, the other party was a killer, which was not a laughing matter.

“Hello? Dad, did you post the job?” Qian Yuang, with chin up and a tilted glance at Wen Binbin sitting at the neighboring table, wore a face of revengeful satisfaction.

“Your analysis was correct, Qiao Jing does know a guild killer.”

Hearing this, Qian Yuang looked bewildered. When he had said that, it was just a random guess.

“Ah? How did you arrive at that conclusion?”

“Because of Wen Binbin.”

“Because of him?” Qian Yuang looked again towards Wen Binbin, and before he could finish his confusion, he heard Qian Haisheng’s stern voice coming through the phone.

“He is a guild killer.”

These words made Qian Yuang’s eyes widen like a bull’s. Looking at Wen Binbin’s bulk, it just didn’t fit with his idea of what a killer should be.

“How, how is that possible? He’s so fat, a killer? That’s too far-fetched, isn’t it? Dad, are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

“I had the assistant post the job just now, and it turned out that not a single person in the whole guild would take it.”

Qian Yuang was shocked yet again. No one daring to take the job to kill Wen Binbin, what did that mean?

Qian Haisheng told Qian Yuang everything he had analyzed just now, “Twice in a row, it’s too much of a coincidence, and you also said that this Wen Binbin had just arrived in the capital. Just that coincidental? Right after I posted the job to kill Qiao Jing, Wen Binbin comes to the capital looking for Qiao Jing…”

Qian Haisheng kept talking, and Qian Yuang became more and more terrified.

Just then, Wen Binbin turned his head and looked over at him.

That one glance almost scared Qian Yuang into having a heart attack.

Wen Binbin’s gaze landed on the roasted goose on Qian Yuang’s table, and then he said to Qiao Jing, “Jing, that roasted goose looks good, why don’t we get one too?”

Qiao Jing looked at the table full of dishes, having eaten only a little, “We’ve ordered so much, are you sure you can finish it? Wasting food is not acceptable here.”

“No, no, there won’t be waste, you should not underestimate my appetite, I can definitely finish it!” Wen Binbin patted his belly reassuringly.

Wen Binbin knew Qiao Jing was not only the renowned Divine Doctor Jing but also the empire’s top agricultural mogul. Wasting food in front of her was like signing one’s death warrant.

At that moment, Qian Yuang stood up, ingratiatingly carrying the roasted goose over to Qiao Jing’s table.

“We haven’t eaten it yet, you eat, we’ll order something else.”

Qiao Jing and Wen Binbin both looked suspiciously at Qian Yuang.

So did Qian Yuang’s friends, wondering if Qian Yuang had been switched out or had a spell cast on him?

“Really for us?” Wen Binbin confirmed.

“Please, it’s for you, don’t be polite.” After Qian Yuang finished speaking, he looked at Li Zitong and the others with a strange expression, “I suddenly feel a bit unwell, you go ahead and eat. I’m going to rest a bit, don’t wait for me.”

Soon, Qian Yuang fled from the restaurant.

However, Qian Yuang didn’t leave in a hurry, he thought for a moment and then hailed a taxi. He didn’t let the taxi drive away, but instead waited on the side for Qiao Jing and the others to come out.

After waiting for more than an hour, he finally saw Qiao Jing and Wen Binbin come out.

“Jing, should I drop you off? Burp~” Wen Binbin said, burping in the middle.

Qiao Jing gave Wen Binbin a speechless glance, “You better take care of yourself first.”

“True, you’re not an ordinary girl, no need for special attention from me, so goodbye then.” Wen Binbin said, burped again, and then staggered toward the side of the road.

Just then, suddenly, a football soccer kicked by a child rolled into the middle of the road, and the child dashed over to retrieve his beloved football.

“Beep beep beep—” The sound of a car horn blaring urgently filled the air.

Not good!

Wen Binbin inwardly exclaimed, his drunkenness instantly evaporated, and he dashed toward the child, scooped him up with several graceful backflips, and safely landed on the ground.

Though he steadied himself, his excess fat was still jiggling.

This scene might have looked quite hilarious under any other circumstance, but right now, no one could laugh.

Especially Qian Yuang, whose eyes bulged out and his mouth hung open wide enough to fit a goose egg. No! an ostrich egg!

He declared that he had never seen such agile movements from a fat man before, impressive like a scene from a martial arts film.

At the same time, he genuinely believed, believed what his father said, that this man who looked no different from an ordinary fat man was indeed a league assassin!

Realizing this, Qian Yuang was frightened to the core, his skin crawling with goosebumps and every hair on end.

Qiao Jing quickly came over to Wen Binbin’s side, “Are you alright?”

Qian Yuang slapped his own hand, “Just saving someone, no big deal.”

“Then—” Before she could say the word “good,” Qiao Jing’s phone rang with a call from the hospital.

“Old Mr. Zhan’s condition has suddenly worsened, he’s unconscious, Doctor Qiao, please hurry over!”