Chapter 1065 - 1065 1050. Locke Side Story (19)

Chapter 1065: 1050. Locke Side Story (19) Chapter 1065: 1050. Locke Side Story (19) Everyone followed the source of the sound and saw the reporter who asked the question, his face revealing slight astonishment. The man was about forty years old, dressed in simple yet elegant clothes that exuded an air of sophistication. The glasses resting on the bridge of his nose added a touch of scholarly charm.

This person was well-known to the crowd, as he was behind M Country’s top fashion publications, Blaurin.

About him, there was also a legendary tale of rags to riches, and one particularly delightful detail—that his late lover had also been a man.

Jian Luo met his gaze and smiled faintly, “I met him at his birthday party. Since I was a child, he has been my guardian. Whenever I was bullied, he was the first to stand up for me. When I fell ill, he would care for me day and night. In times of danger, he would protect me with his life. The moment he sees chocolate, he thinks of me, and whenever I see anything blue, I think of him because he has a pair of sapphire-like beautiful blue eyes.”

He narrated slowly, perhaps due to the lighting, a soft glow cast over his exquisite features.

“For everyone, happiness comes in different forms, but for me, my happiness is called Black Jack Sophallo!”

His last words crashed defenselessly into Black Jack’s heart, reaching the softest part of his soul.

His profound gaze locked onto the person not far away, resisting the urge to rush forward and embrace him.

Bai Jue watched Jian Luo on the stage with a low chuckle on his lips. Their group was accustomed to such reckless abandon.

Catching a glimpse of the person crying beside him, Bai Jue wrapped an arm around her and asked with amusement, “Why are you crying?”

Zhan Mingyan wiped her tears and said, “I just can’t help being moved.”

Childhood friends, ah, the thought itself is just so warm.

Bai Jue looked at her with a mixture of laughter and helplessness, shaking his head.

All the guests were stunned by Jian Luo’s words. So many people promised to be faithful unto death, yet only look out for themselves when in danger. How many could truly protect each other with their lives? Moreover, their kind of relationship faced even greater challenges. Yet, he had spoken so openly, without any fear of discrimination from others.

A guardian since childhood—how precious and enviable!

For a moment, many in the audience were moved by Jian Luo’s candor and genuine nature, touched by the relationship between him and Black Jack.

“Applause!”

Blaurin suddenly started clapping. Admiration and understanding shone in his eyes as he looked at Jian Luo, relating more deeply because of his own experiences.

“In March, congratulations to you both, and I wish you happiness!”

Jian Luo curled his lips into a smile, “Thank you.”

The rest of the audience also began to clap, the atmosphere instantly heating up.

Lotley watched Jian Luo on the stage, nearly grinding his teeth to dust.

March, you won’t always be this lucky!

We shall see.

He set down his wine glass and stood up, leaving his seat.

Little did he know, his every move was being watched by a pair of deep blue eyes.

Black Jack exchanged a few words with Bai Jue, then they both left.

“Alright, the fashion show will continue now. Please enjoy,” Jian Luo said, exiting the stage, handing the microphone over to Bader, and then going to look for Black Jack and the others.

Smooth and beautiful English songs played as the models, wearing a series of outfits, returned to the stage, and the guests’ attention was pulled back to the show.

Jian Luo pushed open the door to the Resting Room, where Bai Jue and Zhan Mingyan were inside.

Additionally, there was a man he hadn’t seen before, bound tightly to a chair.

“Is this him?” Jian Luo asked.

Bai Jue nodded, “We’ve reviewed the surveillance; it’s him.”

When they had caught the man, he had been just about to climb over the wall and escape from the Show Field. Luckily, Black Jack was fast enough to pull him down directly from the wall.

Jian Luo lifted his knee and kicked, toppling the man along with the chair.

“Thud—”

The chair smashed onto the ground, and the man hit his head, instantly raising a red bump on his skull.

Zhan Mingyan stood to one side, slightly stunned.

It was her first time witnessing Jian Luo losing his temper like this.

It was truly…

Cool––to––the––max!

“Speak, why did you set the clothes on fire?” Jian Luo asked coldly.

The man kept his mouth shut, showing a bit of stubbornness.

“Not speaking, huh?” Jian Luo wasn’t in a rush and reached for the fruit knife on the table, crouched down, and gestured with the sharp blade near the man’s face.

“What, what do you want to do?” The cold blade pressed against his cheek, frightening the man until his voice cracked.

“Answer my question, and I might consider sparing your life.” Jian Luo suddenly exerted force, the dagger pressing against the man’s cheek, and a few droplets of fresh red blood appeared.

The pain pricked the man’s face, and he hastily spilled everything, “Someone put me up to it, it has nothing to do with me, I was just taking money to do someone else’s bidding.”

Jian Luo’s face darkened, “Who put you up to it?”

“It was, it was…” The man started to stutter.

“The person who instructed him is right here.” Black Jack pushed the door open, still holding someone by the arm.

Jian Luo lifted his head and when he saw the person Black Jack was dragging, his eyes turned cold.

“Lotley!”

Black Jack threw the person to the ground, and Lotley stumbled, his knees hitting the floor.

“It was him who instructed me; I’ve told you everything, please let me go, I know I was wrong.” When the man saw that Lotley had been captured, he dared not hide anything further.

Hearing the man betray him, Lotley’s face turned as dark as ink.

Jian Luo reached out and grabbed Lotley by the collar, his eyes fierce, “Lotley, it seems you didn’t take my words to heart, so don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

With that, he swung his fist and struck Lotley’s face.

Hisss.

Zhan Mingyan covered her mouth, wincing, as it looked painfully real.

Lotley truly received a punch, falling to the ground, and Jian Luo didn’t give him a chance to react, swiftly kicking towards his abdomen.

Daring to ruin his fashion show, to destroy his clothes, even a beating was letting him off easy.

“Puh––”

Lotley turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A vicious look flickered in his eyes, but just as he was about to retaliate, Black Jack kicked him over onto the ground and firmly grasped his throat with a large hand.

Quick as a phantom, he was no match for him.

“Cough cough…”

Lotley let out a strange groan, his face gradually turning purplish.

“Black Jack, don’t dirty your hands for this kind of person,” Jian Luo said, watching Lotley struggling to breathe, then reached out to pull Black Jack away.

“Letting him die like this would be letting him off too easily.”

Black Jack released his grip, and Lotley clutched his chest, coughing.

“Lotley, you can’t beat me, so you stoop to these tactics, is it fun?” Jian Luo looked down on him from above, sneering with mockery.