Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 1090: 1spiracy Unveiled—Brilliance, Blood, and Death.

"What? Can't I get a refund later?"

Xiao He tilted his head and looked at him, asking with a half-smile.

"Ah, yes, that's certainly possible."

The lobby manager nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, is there anything else?"

Xiao He continued to ask.

Lobby Manager: "No, that's all."

"Okay, please press the elevator button."

The lobby manager instinctively obeyed Xiao He's words and respectfully stood in front of the elevator to press the button.

"Oh, right."

As the elevator reached its floor and the bell rang crisply, Xiao He suddenly spoke again.

His voice almost overlapped with the elevator bell, giving everyone a sudden jolt. The lobby manager looked at the young man beside him in a panic once again.

“I’m in a hurry to check out. My friend Movens is waiting for me to go with him to Mr. Cardoni’s party at the Vernados Coast Bar. You know, he never likes people being late or having their parties interrupted. So when I come downstairs in a bit, I need to see your check-out bill. Otherwise, I’ll have to explain to Mr. Cardoni that it was your fault that I was late. I don’t think you’ll mind, will you?”

The lobby manager shuddered, understanding Mr. Cardoni's "prestige," but he didn't dare to look Xiao He in the eye. So he forced himself to look away, which allowed him to see the elevator mirror, which had been polished to a shine by the cleaner, in the open elevator in front of him.

The elevator mirrors are always bright, but I don't know if they're a little too bright today. Even the lobby manager can clearly see his pale face reflected in the mirror.

As he looked in the mirror, he noticed that Xiao He in the mirror was staring at him with a gloomy expression.

His eyes were very deep, and they contained something that even the lobby manager couldn't understand.

Perhaps it was because the mirror in the elevator was too bright, reflecting light that made people a little dizzy, but after a brief moment of confusion, the lobby manager gritted his teeth and nodded to Xiao He, saying, "Okay, Mr. Xiao, I will arrange it for you immediately."

"very good."

Xiao He nodded to him, then stepped straight into the elevator.

As he moved, the other bodyguards also brushed past the lobby manager and entered the elevator.

Then the elevator doors slowly closed, illuminating only the lobby manager bowing at the elevator entrance.

"call--"

The lobby manager wiped away a bead of sweat.

"This is a real problem, what should we do?"

-

Upstairs, Xiao He led a group of bodyguards to their respective floors.

Xiao He glanced at the surveillance cameras in the corridor, raised his hand, and gestured for Lao Qi and Song Zhe to follow him, while the others went to their respective rooms to get their luggage.

"Xiao He, what's wrong?"

Seeing Xiao He standing at the door without opening it, Song Zhe sensed something was wrong. He stepped forward to shield Xiao He behind him, then whispered in Xiao He's ear.

"No, it's nothing, I just wanted to check the time."

Xiao He raised his hand to check the time on his wristwatch.

"Just assume I have OCD and want to wait for a round number."

He said it half seriously and half jokingly.

Song Zhe then raised his watch—before leaving the house today, everyone's watches had been set to the correct time, down to the second.

This is a fairly common habit among people like them.

Then, in the corridor, their voices rang out simultaneously—

The current time is 22:20.

...

Cannes Hotel.

Time: 22:07.

Zhou Junhao returned to the hotel with the rest of the "Long" crew.

Because Xiao He has been traveling around with his black-clad bodyguards in a grand manner recently, many people's impression of him is that of a group of black-clad bodyguards, which has almost become a stereotype of Xiao He and his team.

As a result, Zhou Junhao, who was part of Xiao He's team and served as Xiao He's assistant, did not have a very high profile. In fact, many people always thought that Song Zhe was Xiao He's assistant.

So when Zhou Junhao returned with the rest of the "Long" crew, many people subconsciously assumed that Zhou Junhao was part of the crew and not a member of Xiao He's separate team.

And so, no one noticed that after Zhou Junhao and the rest of the "Long" crew returned, they began to act alone.

The rest of the cast and crew exited the elevator on their respective floors, while Zhou Junhao remained inside and returned to the floor where Xiao He and the others were currently staying.

He held Xiao He's room key and prepared to enter Xiao He's room normally.

With a soft "beep" from the door, Zhou Junhao pushed the door open and entered.

He had assumed that his room would be the same as usual, with no difference.

They are about to spend their last night in Cannes.

However, the scene before him shattered Zhou Junhao's illusions and completely revealed the true conspiracy that various parties had been silently and quietly brewing for the past few days—

What met the eye was blood everywhere.

As the room lights automatically turned on, Zhou Junhao could clearly see two people lying in pools of blood in the living room in the distance, their fate unknown.

Xiao He's room, which should have been clean and tidy, was now a complete mess. Bloodstains from dragging and fighting were everywhere, and the two people lying on the floor were still bleeding, with blood spreading along the carpet. It was clear that the incident had only recently occurred.

The scene before him was so shocking that if Zhou Junhao hadn't been a frequent visitor to Xiao He's room lately, he would have almost thought he had entered the wrong room!

He stood at the door, stunned for a long time before managing to stop himself from shouting.

Zhou Junhao quickly pinched his thigh and took a step back. He glanced at the surveillance cameras on both sides of the corridor, then looked at the room number to make sure he wasn't dreaming and hadn't gone to the wrong room. He then forced himself to pretend nothing had happened, walked into the room with feigned composure, and closed the door.

"Smack!"

The door was slammed shut, and the room fell silent.

The bright lights illuminated everything in the room, yet they offered no sense of security. In the desolate room, only Zhou Junhao's deliberately suppressed breathing and the two people lying in the living room remained.

Apart from that, it seems there is no one else around.

The culprit who caused this tragedy is probably no longer alive...

Zhou Junhao warily surveyed every corner of the room, but hesitated to step inside. Instead, he remained at the entrance, one hand on the doorknob, ready to run out at any moment, the other adjusting his glasses, while cautiously peering into the pool of blood.

Lying on the ground were a man and a woman. The woman was lying on the inside, while the man was lying on the outside. From Zhou Junhao's angle, he could only see the woman lying there.

When Zhou Junhao saw clearly who the woman lying on the ground was, his pupils constricted sharply—

"Talira?"

The woman lying on the ground was in a disheveled position, her eyes closed, her face pale. The blood flowing from her body had already stained her black dress and the carpet beneath her. The brilliant red, combined with her closed-eye "sleeping face," had a strangely poignant beauty.

But this kind of beauty is actually a bit creepy at this moment!

Why is Talira here?!