Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

139: Chapter 139 The Nangong Family’s Two-Pronged ApproachThe message was sent successfully, and almost immediately, he received a brief encrypted acknowledgment from Uncle Fu representing ”Received and Executing.”

Su Bai felt greatly relieved. The ”busy with official business” solemnity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by that slightly apologetic smile as he turned off his phone screen and put it back in his pocket.

”Sorry about that, Uncle Nangong. It’s settled, just a small matter,” he said easily.

”Young man, having ambition for your career is a good thing.” Mr. Nangong nodded with a smile, signaling the waiter with his eyes.

The waiter immediately stepped forward again, filling the wine glass in front of Su Bai—which had been empty for a moment due to his ”official business”—to the brim. The liquid shimmered with an amber glow under the lights.

Su Bai glanced at the overly attentive waiter and then at the contents of the glass, a cold sneer deepening in his heart. No longer hesitating, he generously picked up the wine glass again and gave a mock toast toward Mr. Nangong: ”I’ve kept you waiting. I’ll drink a penalty cup!”

With that, he tilted his head back and drained it in one go, his movements crisp and neat. As his Adam’s apple bobbed, the liquid that likely contained ”extra ingredients” all entered his stomach.

He wanted to see what kind of play the Nangong Family could put on after this ”spiked” glass of wine went down.

After several glasses of the specially ”spiked” wine, Su Bai began his cooperative performance. First, his gaze gradually grew vacant; he blinked as if having difficulty focusing, then his body swayed slightly. He propped a hand against his forehead, mumbling incoherently, ”This wine... it really packs a punch...” Finally, his head lolled to the side, and his body slumped softly against the back of the sofa. He deliberately adjusted his breathing to be long and heavy, looking exactly like someone who couldn’t handle his liquor and had fallen into a deep sleep.

Sure enough, the moment he ”lost consciousness,” the warm smile on Mr. Nangong’s face instantly vanished, becoming expressionless.

He set down the wine glass he had been toyed with for a long while; the bottom of the glass made a crisp ”clack” as it touched the crystal coffee table. He first used the tip of his shoe to give Su Bai’s shin a tentative, moderately firm kick: ”Little Su? Little Su? Wake up. Drunk already?”

After calling several times and seeing that Su Bai had no reaction—not even a twitch of his eyelids—Mr. Nangong finally felt completely at ease.

He turned toward the trusted waiter who had been standing with hands down in the shadows, his voice kept very low but carrying an unquestionable tone of command: ”How are the preparations? Is everything arranged properly?”

”Rest assured, Master. Everything has been prepared according to your instructions, without a single mistake.” The waiter bowed and replied, his voice steady, though a flicker of certainty at having completed the task flashed in his eyes.

Mr. Nangong nodded and said no more, merely signaling with a look.

The waiter immediately stepped forward. His movements weren’t particularly gentle, but he efficiently hoisted up the unconscious Su Bai.

Su Bai allowed himself to be propped up like a giant doll, his head hanging down, while his heart churned with an intense urge to complain:

Are you serious, officer?

You’re someone who has fought in the overseas business world for so many years and headed a great family, even if you’re on your last legs now!

That’s it?

A scheme of this level?

Su Bai practically wanted to feel embarrassed on behalf of this ”Uncle Nangong.”

Drugging someone to knock them out, and then what?

This plot is so cliché it looks like it was ripped straight out of last century’s pulp literature!

If others knew that the head of the Nangong Family had this level of strategic ability, wouldn’t they laugh their heads off and frantically complain about the author forcing a drop in intelligence?

Have all those years of ruthlessness and scheming in the business world been fed to the dogs?

Even if the situation is urgent and a cornered dog jumps the wall, you can’t jump with so little technical skill!

As Su Bai was being half-dragged and half-carried, his internal monologue continued its frantic output.

Setting aside what specific goal you want to achieve by drugging me, where is the basic logic?

My Uncle Fu is still waiting in the car outside!