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Chapter 386 The Marshal and the Doctor 14

The waiter in the reception room didn't understand Chinese and had no idea what his boss was talking about with the young Chinese man. He could only watch as his boss's face grew worse and worse.

After that, the distinguished guest left.

He watched Mr. Braun pick up the cigar that the young master had placed on the table and gently brush away the dust on the wooden table.

Sure enough, a mark of neither deep nor shallow was left on the delicate wooden table, which looked like the whole table was ruined.

"This seems to be one of Braun's most valuable collections," the waiter said, if he remembered correctly.

With a loud bang, the glass slammed heavily onto the wooden table, shaking it slightly. Then, with a crisp crash, the glass shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the tiles like a rain of crystals.

Braun held the lower half of the goblet in his hand, his eyes flickering.

"Herr..." (Sir...) The waiter wanted to remind him that he had a cut on his hand.

"Go... Verschwinde!" (Go!)

When Mo Heng walked out of the mansion, it was already dark, but fortunately the night was nice.

The moon was bright, lighting up the entire block.

Walking home in the dark, I could still see the light on in Dr. Chu's room. How nice.

It was a time of great turmoil, Chu Jun was busy, and Mo Heng had a rare moment of leisure.

Since people are busy, the spies inevitably come more frequently.

The next afternoon, the groom came to report to Mo Heng again.

"How's your analysis of the things I gave you?" Mo Heng suddenly asked after handing over the military matters to the groom.

Mo Heng received the latest news from the army and stood in front of the window, looking at the road Chu Jun usually took when returning home from get off work.

"It's identical to ordinary medicines, with no adulteration." The groom paused before continuing, "It could also be that our equipment isn't advanced enough. The concession's current state-of-the-art equipment hasn't detected the problem."

"I understand. You should go back today and be careful on the road." Mo Heng reminded.

The coachman understood what was going on and quietly left through the back door, not forgetting to erase any traces of his presence before leaving.

Mo Heng was lost in thought as he watched Chu Jun go to and from get off work. He truly couldn't guess Chu Jun's identity, yet at this moment, he unconsciously placed his trust in her.

After what happened with Xin Jiao, he is now in self-doubt.

How should he get along with Dr. Chu?

Be on guard? He couldn't do that. Besides, Chu Jun was someone he had been monitoring for over a month without finding any flaws.

No matter from which perspective, Dr. Chu is a patriotic young man who has returned from studying abroad and has no stain on him. It seems that I have indeed misunderstood him.

But then again, one thing remains unexplained.

Why did Chu Yun take the initiative to become a family doctor in the Mo family?

They are not short of money, are independent, have ideas, and are even the kind of talents their team wants to recruit and cultivate.

If becoming a doctor is a dream, then being a family doctor is definitely not it.

"Could it be that the Mo family has something he wants?" Mo Heng speculated.

Then, for some reason, a strange idea suddenly flashed through Mo Heng's mind.

"He's not... coming to see me, is he?"

Not for anything else, but for him as a person.

Although this idea was a bit narcissistic, Mo Heng couldn't help but continue thinking along this line of thought.

When they met for the first time, he told Chu Jun his name, so it was not surprising that Chu Jun was able to find him.

If Chu Jun's initial target was just him, then all the previous misunderstandings and Chu Jun's dissatisfaction with himself seemed to be explained.

But later, when Mo Heng thought about the stupid things he had done in front of Chu Jun, he felt guilty again.

He seems like the kind of scumbag who has fun outside behind his wife's back.

Mo Heng shook his head slightly when he thought of this, and was amused by his own thoughts, and dispelled those inexplicable thoughts.

"What a mess..."

Then he took out a box of cigars from the drawer and lit one.

The wind is a bit cold today, and there might be snow later. Mo Heng thought, I hope Dr. Chu doesn't have to work overtime too late today.

Mo Heng was not good at smoking cigars, so he held it in front of his eyes halfway through smoking it, watching the flickering sparks burn the thing clean bit by bit, and then he cleaned up the ashes in the room in a messy manner.

Dr. Chu has a keen sense of smell. If I am caught smoking a cigar secretly, he will give me a few glares.

"Dong..."

The silent night always needs some other colors to make it less boring.

The sound was actually quite subtle, not much different from the sound of a kitten landing on a roof. But Mo Heng still keenly noticed something was wrong.

It seemed like a human voice.

Mo Heng took out a gun from the inside pocket of his coat, installed a silencer, loaded the gun, and pointed the muzzle at the door.

"boom."

In one go

What a coincidence.

Unfortunately, the other party was shot as soon as he showed his head.

The person who came was probably an unskilled person who accidentally made a noise when sneaking into the house.

Of course, it is also possible that he did it on purpose, thinking of attracting Mo Heng's attention first, and then making a surprise attack, but he never thought that Mo Heng did not give him a chance to speak, and ended his life decisively.

At the same time, Chu Jun also encountered some trouble when he returned home from get off work.

The person who was "monitoring" him disappeared again for some reason, and Chu Jun also realized that someone was following him with murderous intentions.

"Dong, dong, dong..." The other person's footsteps were almost consistent with his own, and his breathing was also steady. He was an experienced tracker.

Chu Jun didn't know the other party's background. If he was Mo Heng's man, he couldn't act rashly.

But if it's an enemy, then sorry, Chu Jun just got off work and is at his most resentful, so don't blame him for showing mercy.

Chu Jun suddenly smelled a faint smell of gunpowder. A vein suddenly bulged in the back of his neck.

"Don't make a sound." Something cold pressed against the back of Chu Jun's head.

Chu Jun knew from the touch of the screen that it was a gun.

The other person's breathing was so light that it was almost inaudible, but there was a faint sound of phlegm, like the sequelae of years of smoking opium.

Chu Jun raised his hands and stood still calmly without moving.

Okay, it’s confirmed, he’s someone who really wants to kill me.

However, apart from Mo Heng, who else would target him and want to kill him as a doctor?

"It can't be a medical dispute, right?" Chu Jun was surprised, but then shook his head inwardly.

All of his patients are quite reasonable (except Mo Heng), so it's unlikely.

Although this place is not a proper mainland, it is close to the city center. If things go wrong in this busy city, it is likely that something big will happen.

Chu Jun raised his hands and calmly decided to wait and see. He didn't mind taking a little longer anyway.

"Follow my instructions, otherwise, bullets don't have eyes."