Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH110

Chapter 110

After a half-second of silence.

All the black-clad bodyguards stared at No. 15, as if they had been stepped on the tail like a cat. They immediately became agitated and red-faced as they rebutted fiercely:

“Spy? Who are you accusing of being a spy?!”

“We’re all loyal to Young Master Huo, always following his lead. How could we be spies?”

“Plus, what’s the point of us being spies for such a simple task like bringing Mr. Ye and the young master back to the Huo family? Are we supposed to reveal the location of the little boss and let everyone fight over the roast ducks and the kid?”

“Exactly! It’s just roast duck, not gold or silver treasures.”

“Whoever’s a spy is a dog!”

The bodyguards rebutted with such conviction, their emotions running high.

Many of their necks had turned red.

They all looked like righteous people falsely accused of something.

“…”

Black-Clad Bodyguard No. 15: “…”

“If you’re not spies, why are you getting so worked up? If I didn’t know better, I’d think I hit a sore spot,” No. 15 couldn’t help but scoff. “You’d better not be, though.”

The bodyguard who had just sent the secret message to Mu Mingqiu, No. 3, stuck out his neck and said, “I don’t know if they are, but I’m not. I’m innocent and devoted to Young Master Huo! Maybe No. 15 is the spy!”

… No. 3 exchanged a knowing glance with a few other bodyguards.

Although they appeared to be part of Huo Ye’s security team, their true identities were actually Mu Mingqiu’s trusted subordinates.

But since Mu Mingqiu and Huo Ye were engaged, could they be considered spies?

Of course not! They were just regular helpers.

Although the fact that Mu Mingqiu had placed so many “spies”—oh no, helpers—around Huo Ye was a bit thought-provoking.

Meanwhile, Mu Mingqiu, who had just received the message in a bar, saw the information on his phone and suddenly stood up:

“I’ve got something to do. I need to leave for a bit.”

His friends tried to keep him there: “Young Master Mu, we just started hanging out, and now you’re leaving? What’s so urgent?”

Mu Mingqiu smiled gently and indulgently: “I’m going to find my future little son… If you knew who he was, you’d think I’m really lucky!”

*

At the roast duck stall:

“Yeah, I think No. 15 is the most suspicious,” several other black-clad bodyguards, who were also secretly working for Mu Mingqiu, turned their focus onto No. 15, covering each other as they said, “No. 15 accused others of being spies, maybe he’s the one! It’s like the thief calling ‘catch the thief’!”

No. 15 turned pale.

The atmosphere became tense.

In the end, the leader of the black-clad bodyguards, No. 1, stepped in to smooth things over: “Alright, alright, everyone, stop arguing. We’re all part of the same team, family. Why should we fight among ourselves? I know that everyone is loyal to Young Master Huo, right?”

Despite saying this, No. 1’s gaze toward No. 15 carried a hint of admiration.

The others didn’t know, but No. 15 had the courage to step forward and accuse someone—he must be innocent!

Under No. 1’s attempt to calm things down, the others reluctantly eased their attitudes, though their expressions were still unpleasant.

Seeing this, No. 1 didn’t dare delay any further and quickly called Huo Ye to report the situation: “Young Master, hurry up and come. We’re outside Mr. Ye’s apartment right now, and there’s a kid selling roast ducks here…”

As soon as the words “selling roast ducks” were mentioned, a loud sound of chairs and tables crashing came from the other end of the phone.

Then Huo Ye’s voice, cold and decisive, came through: “I’m on my way.”

“Young Master Huo said he’ll be here soon,” No. 1 sighed in relief and told the others.

The bodyguards also relaxed, showing visible signs of relief:

“Great, once the young master arrives, our mission is done.”
“I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
“Yeah, this was supposed to be the young master’s highlight moment…”

They all echoed each other.

However, many of them smiled with forced expressions.

If Huo Ye really came and took all the roast ducks along with Little Lan Boss, wouldn’t their true employer tear them apart?

After eating a roast duck, Black-Clad Bodyguard No. 15 rubbed his stomach, dramatically sighed, and said, “Oh, I ate too much. I’m going to rest over there for a bit…”

He walked to the back of a nearby big tree and, after making sure no one was watching, took out a device resembling a walkie-talkie. He lowered his voice and said, “Miss Xu, I’ve confirmed it. Little Lan Boss’s roast ducks are here, and there’s still one batch left. Hurry and come!”

On the other end of the device, a crisp female voice responded excitedly: “I’m on my way.”

At the Xu family villa, Xu Shishi stood up briskly, her eyes shining with excitement. With her hands flailing like a monkey’s, she dashed out the door.

Ahhhh, Little Lan Boss is back for a second round!

Thankfully, she had prepared in advance by planting spies within Huo Ye’s bodyguard team, which allowed her to get such inside information.

Xu Shishi hopped into her Lamborghini and sped toward the roast duck stall.

Yes, Black-Clad Bodyguard No. 15 was also a spy. He had originally been wholeheartedly serving Young Master Huo until a few days ago when Miss Xu approached him, proposing a little “cooperation”… No. 15 had been unwilling at first, but the offer she made was too tempting.

Since the first day Xu Shishi tasted the sweetness of the roast duck, she couldn’t stop. The moment she saw Mu Mingqiu, she had predicted this, which is why she contacted No. 15 and turned him into her spy.

So, the guess of No. 3 and the others was correct.

No. 15 had previously cried “thief” to clear his own name!

“Haha, now I’m the most innocent. No one would guess that I’ve already become part of the Xu family, hahahaha!” No. 15 laughed as he counted the new bonus money that had arrived in his account, unable to hide his smugness.

Within the entire black-clad team, there were quite a few spies like No. 3 and No. 15.

… In fact, there were so many that it was almost absurd!

This mysterious black-clad organization, seemingly loyal to Huo Ye, was actually filled with spies. The number of spies was so high that the organization was practically turning into a sieve.

—For instance, under the banyan tree, Black-Clad Bodyguard No. 27 squatted on the ground, seemingly bored as he drew circles on the ground. In reality, he was secretly tapping out Morse code: “Young Master Huo Ran, the Little Lan address is XXXXX.”

In the nearby café, Huo Ran, who had already been prepared, stood up immediately, his usually gentle gaze turning stern.

Everyone thought that Huo Ran was the inconspicuous second young master of the Huo family, always overshadowed by the eldest son, Huo Ye, the prodigy. But only Huo Ran himself knew the ambition burning beneath his gentle exterior.

… Whether it was the roast duck, Ye Qingquan, or even Little Lan Boss, he was determined to have them all.

Huo Ran stood up and headed toward the roast duck stall!

—For example, by the trash can, Black-Clad Bodyguard No. 9 seemed to be rummaging through the trash, but in reality, he was facing a hidden camera, mouthing words: “Aunt Wang, Little Lan Boss is setting up again today. It’s right here, hurry up and come!”

On the street, the neighbors, led by Aunt Wang, all gathered with pots, pans, and bowls, their eyes glued to the small TV screen in the local convenience store, focusing intently on the footage from the hidden camera.

When they saw No. 9’s lip movements, everyone became excited.

Aunt Wang stood up excitedly: “I knew it! Little Lan Boss’s roast ducks weren’t sold out, and there’s a second round of selling today! Everyone, follow me, let’s rush over!”

Today, they had prepared early to wait at the entrance of Zhu Yuan for Little Lan Boss, but due to Aunt Wang’s mistake in giving directions, only a few lucky people got to eat roast duck, while the rest were still hungry.

Fortunately, they had their ace, No. 9.

No. 9 was the golden phoenix that flew out of their street. Originally just a poor student hanging around, he was selected by Young Master Huo because of his muscular build and became a black-clad bodyguard.

Since that day, No. 9 had become the neighborhood’s connection to the high society. What they didn’t expect was that he would send back such crucial information today.

Little Lan Boss was setting up again! Yay!

Aunt Wang led the charge, with her son and daughter-in-law assisting, and the neighbors marched forward with bowls in hand, heading for the roast duck stall!

—For instance, by the pond, Black-Clad Bodyguard No. 6, speaking into a tiny recorder hidden in his sleeve, said vaguely: “Old Madam, I’m here, and Little Lan Boss is setting up. There are still over twenty roast ducks available…”

At the Huo family’s old residence, Old Madam Huo had just had a confrontation with Huo Ye, who had taken the form of a cockroach. After much effort, they managed to sit down for a negotiation and reached a consensus that Little Lan Boss should be accepted into the Huo family.

But before they could say much more, Huo Ye suddenly received a phone call, his expression changed, and he left.

Old Madam Huo frowned.

At first, she thought Huo Ye, this unfilial son, had been called away by some useless friend without even explaining to her.

It wasn’t until she received the information from Black-Clad Bodyguard No. 6, whom she had planted by Huo Ye’s side, that Old Madam Huo stood up abruptly, her face changing dramatically.

“Bad luck, I’ve been played!” Old Madam Huo couldn’t help but grind her teeth in anger.

According to her investigation, Little Lan Boss had always only set up once a day, but today—why was there a second round?

No wonder Huo Ye left without a word, he must have received the news about the second round and didn’t want to share it with her.

That brat was trying to take Little Lan Boss and the roast ducks for himself, not even leaving her a share!

From her recent experience of facing off with Huo Ye in his cockroach form, Old Madam Huo could be sure that Huo Ye would do anything to get his hands on Little Lan Boss’s roast ducks.

Old Madam Huo was trembling with anger.

“No, I won’t let him succeed,” she stood up, giving orders to the butler. “Prepare the car! Get the fastest one!”

The butler was about to go to the garage when she suddenly paused, raised her hand, and said, “No, prepare the helicopter instead.”

“But… yes, Madam!” the butler replied.

Soon, with the sound of the helicopter’s hum, Old Madam Huo rapidly headed toward the roast duck stall…

—At the entrance of Ye Qingquan’s apartment, the new batch of roast ducks was slowly turning in the roasting oven, gradually cooking under the high heat. Little Jian Yunlan was carefully monitoring the cooking, focused and undistracted.

So, of course, he had no idea…

This batch of roast ducks was already being eyed by various powerful figures rushing toward the stall from all directions!