Chapter 15 Dangerous Chips

——＜A panicked dividing line＞

The bathroom door was cold against Su Yan's back, but it couldn't suppress the pounding heart in his chest. Lin Qingyu's desperate voice still echoed in his ears, like an invisible thread, dragging him towards an even more dangerous vortex.

To help? Or not to help?

His nails unconsciously dug into his palm, causing a slight sting. If he helped Lin Qingyu, he couldn't imagine the man's wrath if Huo Shen found out. But if he didn't help... Lin Qingyu was like a ticking time bomb. With nowhere else to turn, would she bite back and drag him down with her?

"You look like one."

Lin Qingyu's words haunted him like a ghost. Who was the boy in the photo? Was this "resemblance" a curse, or... a glimmer of hope? Huo Shen cared so much about that shadow. Perhaps, keeping Lin Qingyu, who also knew the secret, would be more useful than getting rid of him.

A vague yet bold idea gradually became clear. He needed money, a sum that could shut Lin Qingyu up without immediately alerting Huo Shen. He couldn't touch anything Huo Shen gave him; that would be too obvious.

His gaze passed through the half-open door and fell on the closed door of the study at the end of the corridor. He didn't dare touch Huo Shen's safe, but there might be other opportunities in the study. He remembered that in Huo Shen's desk drawer, there were some seemingly insignificant seals and blank checks. They were used to handle some small, scattered daily expenses. Usually handled by Assistant Zhou, Huo Shen himself rarely asked about them.

His heart beat faster. This was undoubtedly playing with fire. But Lin Qingyu's plea for help was like a death warrant, and he had to take the risk.

Su Yan turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, trying to calm his burning cheeks and confused mind. He looked in the mirror at the pale boy with a desperate look in his eyes and took a deep breath.

This is the only thing we can do.

He gently opened the bathroom door; the hallway was empty. Like a shadow, he slipped back to his room, silently slipping out from under his pillow a secondary card Huo Shen had given him. This card had a low limit, usually used for him to buy clothes or books for himself, and Huo Shen probably wouldn't scrutinize his spending history. But using the card directly to transfer money to Lin Qingyu was too risky.

He needed cash, or a more discreet way.

The next afternoon, the opportunity presented itself. Huo Shen was out, and neither was Assistant Zhou. Su Yan, using the excuse of needing to buy some reference books, obtained permission to go out alone for a moment. Of course, Huo Shen's men were undoubtedly following him in the dark.

He first went to the largest bookstore in the city center, wandered around aimlessly for a few rounds, picked out two books, and paid with his secondary card. Then, clutching his stomach, he walked towards the bookstore security guard with an embarrassed look on his face and whispered to ask where the restroom was.

After making sure no one was paying attention, he slipped into the innermost stall of the bathroom and locked the door. He quickly pulled out a brand new, unregistered elderly phone from his bag (which he had secretly asked the housekeeper to buy a few days ago) and inserted an anonymous SIM card.

His fingers were a little stiff due to nervousness, and he clumsily dialed Lin Qingyu's number.

"It's me." He lowered his voice and spoke very quickly. "Listen, I can't give you the money directly. But I can give you a chance. The owner of the 'Night Color' bar in the south of the city owes Huo Shen a small favor. I have a note here. Take it to the boss and say... just say that you want an advance on the salary of a 'special waiter'. He should give you a sum of money, enough for you in an emergency. Remember, take the money and solve the problem immediately, then disappear!"

This was the solution he had painstakingly devised. He could use Huo Shen's insignificant, perhaps even forgotten, fringe connections to shift the risk. Even if the matter was later discovered, the clues would only point to the bar owner and Lin Qingyu, giving him some wiggle room.

"Night Bar...Okay, I got it! Thank you, Su Yan!" Lin Qingyu's voice was full of gratitude and hope.

"Don't thank me, remember your promise!" Su Yan said coldly, then immediately hung up the phone, took out the battery, broke the SIM card and flushed it down the toilet, and disassembled the phone and threw it into different trash cans.

After doing all this, he leaned against the cubicle, breathing heavily, his forehead covered in sweat. It felt like he had just finished a marathon.

As he walked out of the bookstore with his two books, his expression normal, he felt as if the surveillance from behind hadn't changed. He breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally taken the first step.

However, just as he got in the car and was about to return to the magnificent cage, the driver's phone rang. After answering the call, the driver responded respectfully a few times, then turned to Su Yan and said:

"Mr. Su, Mr. Huo has instructed that you be taken directly to the Genting Club."

Genting Club? That was where Huo Shen privately entertained important guests and he never took him there.

An ominous premonition instantly gripped Su Yan.

Why did you suddenly let him go there?

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