Chapter 110: A Meticulously Calculated Plot
Hearing Zhi Qi’s words, Fang Xiaocao almost laughed.
Just moments ago on WeChat, Zhi Qi had said something entirely different.
“Oh?”
“Didn’t you say we should take two cars?” Fang Xiaocao blinked innocently, feigning confusion.
Zhi Qi’s expression stiffened for a split second before she forced an awkward smile.
“I just thought that with five people, taking two cars would be more convenient. After all, squeezing into one can be a bit uncomfortable. But now that you’re not coming, four people in one car is just right.”
“How is it unnecessary?”
“I still think taking two cars is better.”
Before Zhi Qi could finish her sentence, Su Wanqing interrupted with an unhappy expression.
Fang Xiaocao didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she turned her attention to Zhi Qi, keenly observing her reaction.
Zhi Qi’s face went through an interesting transformation, and a flicker of anger flashed in her eyes.
“Then drive it yourself!” Zhi Qi said expressionlessly.
Seeing this, Fang Xiaocao blinked.
It was clear—Zhi Qi had given up on persuading Su Wanqing.
As the saying goes, “Good words can’t persuade a doomed ghost.” Zhi Qi had decided to let Su Wanqing go to her death.
While paying attention to Su Wanqing and Zhi Qi, Fang Xiaocao also kept an eye on Wen Shi and Yun Luoshu.
To her relief, both of their reactions were natural, showing no signs of suspicious behavior.
“Well, have fun then. I’m heading back upstairs,” Fang Xiaocao said with a smile.
“Mm, get some rest,” Zhi Qi nodded.
“Xiaocao, which room are you in?” Su Wanqing suddenly asked.
Fang Xiaocao raised an eyebrow at Su Wanqing and smiled.
“I’m on the fifth floor, room 508!”
She had already decided not to stay in that room, so giving out the number was no issue.
“Alright, I’ll order takeout for you later,” Su Wanqing said with a grin.
“Mm, I’ll be waiting for my meal then,” Fang Xiaocao responded playfully.
“You guys have fun. I’m heading back to rest.”
Waving at the four of them, Fang Xiaocao turned and limped toward the elevator.
“Su Wanqing is definitely suspicious…”
“I just need to see which of the three assassins shows up at 508, and I’ll know which one Su Wanqing hired.”
The moment she turned around, a cold smile formed in Fang Xiaocao’s heart.
Su Wanqing asking for her room number was too deliberate—it reeked of ulterior motives.
As for her excuse about ordering takeout…
Sorry, but this hotel doesn’t allow outside food deliveries for security and privacy reasons.
If guests need meals delivered, the front desk arranges for a smart robot to bring them to their door.
There’s no need to ask for a room number—just enter the guest’s name and contact info, and the robot will automatically call when it arrives.
This process was even being explained in a scrolling announcement on the LED screen behind Su Wanqing.
Was she pretending not to see it?
Unless she was blind, she should have noticed.
And even if she were blind, she still had ears.
The hotel had an audio system quietly broadcasting the information in a soothing voice for visually impaired guests.
It was hard to believe Su Wanqing hadn’t heard it.
Fang Xiaocao suspects Su Wanqing’s sudden claim of ordering takeout was a hasty cover-up after noticing the screen.
Besides…
Su Wanqing wasn’t the type to buy her food in the first place.
“Sigh… What did I do in my past life to deserve this?”
Fang Xiaocao sighed internally.
“I wonder how Tom is doing…”
As she stepped into the elevator, she muttered to herself.
She deliberately chose a different elevator, avoiding the one Tom had used.
The last thing she wanted was to have the doors open and be greeted by Tom’s corpse—or worse, the three assassins.
That would be way too much excitement.
She had no hope that Tom was still alive.
If it had been a one-on-one fight, she might have held onto a sliver of hope.
After all, assassins fighting each other meant the outcome was uncertain. Tom would at least have a 50% chance of taking out his attacker and walking away.
But against three assassins at once…
Fang Xiaocao only hoped Tom’s death wasn’t too painful.
That was already the greatest mercy she could offer him.
Even the mighty Lü Bu, known as the unparalleled warrior of his time, had been forced to flee when facing the combined might of Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei.
If Lü Bu couldn’t win, what chance did Tom have?
She highly doubted Tom was the Lü Bu of the assassin world.
To be safe, she pressed the button for the fifth floor first. Then, as the elevator reached the second floor, she also pressed the button for the third.
Taking a few extra stairs was better than stepping right into an ambush.
Fang Xiaocao valued her life too much to risk it.
When the elevator doors opened on the third floor, she stepped out and slipped into the nearby stairwell.
Once inside, she pulled out her phone.
“Are you there?”
She sent a message to Hot Noodles.
Her brain had been working overtime lately—she needed backup.
If this kept up, she was afraid her CPU would overheat.
[Contact does not exist!]
“Fantastic.”
Seeing the system message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes.
Clearly, the crisis wasn’t over.
In fact, it seemed worse than she had expected.
Even Hot Noodles might be in trouble.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have disappeared.
“Could it be…”
“Are they making moves in both timelines?”
Fang Xiaocao narrowed her eyes.
If her earlier hypothesis was correct, then this situation made perfect sense.
Fighting on two fronts was a smarter strategy.
If they could kill her in the present timeline, great—it was an instant victory.
But if she was too difficult to kill, then targeting Hot Noodles in the future timeline was an excellent alternative.
Eliminating Hot Noodles meant taking away her ability to foresee the future.
Without that ability, she wouldn’t be able to disrupt their plans in advance.
And without foresight, she’d be much easier to kill.
“A brilliant plan!”
Fang Xiaocao sighed.
“They really went to great lengths to kill me.”
“But…”
“Who is behind this? Zhi Qi or Su Wanqing?”
“It can’t be both of them having the ability to predict the future, right?”
Her brows furrowed as she murmured to herself.
For now, she couldn’t figure it out.
She could only investigate step by step.
“Should I go check out the fifth floor?”
Looking at Tom’s profile picture in WeChat, Fang Xiaocao hesitated.
(End of Chapter 110)
