Chapter 155

Attacked?!

The urgency in the subordinate's voice through the intercom sent shivers down his spine. As the subordinate spoke, flames erupted in the direction of the hotel.

"Go! Let's get back quickly." Bobby Ken's scalp tingled at the thought of something happening to Nicholas. How would he explain it upon return?

Umbrella Corporation employees, surprisingly quick to react, were already on the move. The little angel, despite the chaos, rushed to call Tang Dao. Clad in pajamas, Tang Dao rose, his face calm despite internal panic. "Don't panic. Judge, go and order other personnel to retreat," he directed Mister, who was eager to rush in.

"Move!"

Encountering employees in the corridor, each armed, they advanced, pistols, Steyr MPi69 submachine guns, and KS-23 shotguns in hand.

On the stairs, terrified hotel guests in pajamas were hastily pushed aside. "Get out of the way! Don't block the way."

Arrogance mattered little; survival was paramount.

Reaching the first floor, Tang Dao glimpsed darkness, the aftermath of the explosion reaching him. Surveying the scene, he deduced the blast originated in the bathroom. As he turned back, his gaze lowered, scanning the fleeing crowd outside. The explosion's impact was evident.

Boom!

A bright headlight pierced through, a motor's roar echoing. All eyes turned towards the sound. A sports car charged towards the crowd, knocking away guests before spiraling in mid-air, crashing heavily. Tang Dao's employees hurriedly approached, weapons ready.

"Spare no mercy!" Mist, wielding a KS-23, pushed through the crowd, lips pursed. His pupils froze, the sports car approaching. He fired decisively.

Boom!

A 23mm caliber bullet hit the front bumper, a formidable sight. The car's cover flipped from the impact. The driver's composure faltered; the car careened into the antenna mast, the front stuck. A figure lay slumped over the steering wheel, immobile.

Vigilant employees reached the car, opened the door, cut the seat belt, and pulled out the driver by the collar. The bearded man had Asian features.

"Boss, he's still alive..." an employee crouched down, assessing the weak breath. At the same time, he looked up and reported.

Bobby Ken, panting from his return, surveyed the West Asian figure on the ground. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Mr. Nicholas..."

"Do you need to give me an answer?" Tang Dao cut off the impending conversation, pointing unfriendly towards the ground. "I've been in Kyiv for less than 20 hours, and I've already faced monitoring and an explosion. Are we going to war?"

He suspected the explosion targeted him but questioned the choice of detonation on the first floor. Was it a warning? How did it relate to the surveillance? Was it the same group? Tang Dao pondered, feeling a pair of eyes watching and toying with him, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Perhaps this was the fear experienced by those targeted by covert agents.

"If you can't handle it, please bring General Medevichuk! I want to ask him when a sovereign country can be so blatantly disregarded."

Bobby Ken didn't anticipate Tang Dao's sudden outburst. It caught him off guard, and as realization dawned, his expression soured. Tang Dao, who was he? Affiliated with the security department, he had faced humiliation twice in a single day. Clenching his jaw, he decided to face it head-on. "We will provide an explanation for this matter. We need to understand his background."

"Take him away." Tang Dao waved impatiently. "If you don't give me an answer, I might find someone else to cooperate with." Out of sight, out of mind—his real motive hidden behind the façade of anger.

Bobby Ken, with a grimace, glanced at his silent subordinates. He wanted someone to take responsibility, but no one stepped forward. Loosening his tie, he barked, "What are you still standing there for? Take him away and find out everything about him tonight."

Seated in the Ferrari, Tang Dao's thoughts suddenly shifted. "Where's Robert?"

Wrinkling his eyes, he questioned Mist and the little angel. Amidst the sudden chaos, he hadn't paid attention. Now, as he stopped, he realized Robert was missing. The two exchanged puzzled looks and shook their heads.

"Find him for me! Where could such a big person disappear to?" Tang Dao ordered sternly, a sense of unease creeping in. His eyes, unfriendly now, flashed with unclear emotions. It made no sense for Robert, a crucial figure, to go missing at such a critical juncture.

As soon as the order was given, all employees practically turned the hotel upside down.

Tang Dao tapped his fingers on the window, a few rhythmic beats, and his brows furrowed gradually.

"Boss." Mist trotted over, pulling him back. Turning to face him, Mist asked, "Any news?"

"The hotel's front desk was attacked. I asked a few guests; they saw Robert leaving the hotel around midnight." The judge spoke in a deep voice. Something felt off; he had just left, and now, an explosion at 2 o'clock in the morning. It was impossible to think about this too carefully. The more he contemplated, the more suspicions arose.

"Find him for me!"

Tang Dao's eyes were anything but friendly, and after a pause, he continued, "Also, call the Kyiv employees I brought along. They must know something."

Mist nodded, rushing to summon the two employees. The news of Robert's disappearance weighed heavily on their hearts. Trembling, they stood before Tang Dao, their scalps tingling.

"Did you notice anything unusual about him while in Kyiv? Did he meet anyone?" Tang Dao took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within. He attempted to keep his tone gentle but couldn't mask the frustration beneath. Yet, he couldn't laugh about it.

"He met a woman... in Kyiv."

Finally, one employee spoke up. He understood this could not be concealed. Hiding it would only result in his ruin. So, he dragged Robert into the open.

"That woman's name is Yulia."