55 Secrets about Louis?

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"Tck, so it failed again?"

The voice of the question was so intimidating as the person on the throne spoke it slowly.

Trembling violently, the man in front of him could only hold back his trembling and try to keep himself from collapsing from the aura that was so oppressive towards him. Emboldening himself, he then said it with a slightly hesitant tone, "Y-Yes Great Lord. But, our failure is not without reason, because it turns out that there is actually someone protecting the target in the shadows."

The Great Lord's bored expression then turned into a little bit of curiosity, "Ohho, which bastard dares to protect the target I'm after....?"

After hesitating silently for a few moments, he continued, "It's the Shadow Squad from the Zhang Group, Great Lord..."

When he heard that, the Great Lord's expression darkened slightly. "Tck, that Zhang bastard again.... whether in his youth or in his old age, that bastard always bothers me. So, did you find any reason why they are protecting him so strongly?"

The silence continued for 10 seconds before the man who was asked answered blankly, "I apologize Great Lord, we couldn't find any information about that..."

Hearing the answer, the Great Lord only sighed lightly. "Sigh, I see...."

Then, the Great Lord waved his hand, signaling that the man was now free to leave him.

After seeing his subordinate leave, he stood up from his throne and walked to the back of the throne, opened a hidden door there and entered it. It turned out to be a simple, old-fashioned room with a chair by the window and tea on the table. Sitting there, he pondered many things that crossed his mind.

"Heishhh, Zhang Zuxuan, you are indeed a damn bastard... Since you have dared to touch my people, you will receive the consequences just like your small Sect that was destroyed..."

The Great Lord drank his tea calmly while looking at the lush and green forest illuminated by the fading moonlight.

***

"So is he the foreign kid?"

"Yes, Miss Jingliu. He has been very popular in our university lately. Maybe, if we recruit him as a member of the executive board, we will get more exposure from his fame," explained a black-haired bespectacled girl on the side of the beautiful girl called Jingliu.

"Hmmm... Interesting. Can you bring me all the necessary data?" asked Jingliu while stroking her chin with a quite intense gaze at Louis who was walking while drinking his chocolate ice on the street.

"Sure, Miss Jingliu. I will prepare the data after I get back from here."

"Alright, that's easy." Turning from the window, Jingliu began to walk down the corridor calmly towards the bottom.

Seeing that Jingliu had left, the girl just shook her head and sighed tiredly, "Sigh, it seems like it will be a quite difficult task for us to recruit that guy..."

Walking in the opposite direction to Jingliu, she lowered her head while thinking about some things related to Louis.

"The problem is, it seems that only I know the relationship between that mixed-race boy and a giant Group like the Zhang Group..." she murmured while biting her finger with doubt.

She got a leak about that information from her own father. Her father is one of Master Zhang Zuxuan's close colleagues, and Master Zhang once explicitly said that his grandson from Spain will be studying at the same university as Ming Li, who is none other than herself. With the characteristic information given by her father and from the new student database, Ming Li was able to find the answer about Master Zhang's grandson.

However, she was a little curious about something else.

"Master Zhang... I suspect that his grandson should have Qi power and maybe could have fought against Mao Zi or at least avoided his attack, but I guess I was wrong, he's just an ordinary playboy student." That was the conclusion she came to.

Although she was a little disappointed with Louis' combat ability, she was still amazed by his ability to attract so much attention in just a short time. It would be very helpful if he was placed in a strategic position in the executive board.

Smirk

"Well, whatever. He's still an amazing man."