It's because he couldn't contact the people in the Lan family. If he sent the person back casually, not to mention the safety issue, he tried his best to rescue the person, but it was not a heroic act. The conditions still need to be negotiated.

The little boy asked: "You saved me, what do you want as a reward?"

Chen Xingzhou shook the ashes into the ashtray on the table, and raised a faint arc on his thin lips. He said: "I will talk to the adults of the Lan family about these, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Well," the little boy looked at him and coughed pretentiously, "It's okay to ask for more. I'm in the Lan family and I'm very important."

Shen Xingzhou glanced at him with a half-smile, “Yes, Mr. Lan’s favorite old man, isn’t it important?”

"Hey, Lan Zhuochi, is this how you usually show off to outsiders?"

He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said sarcastically, "Then you deserved to be kidnapped."

The little boy Lan Zhuochi stiffened his neck unconvinced and said, "No, I'm usually very low-key. I just think you're a nice person, and we're acquaintances, so I'm telling you this."

The corners of Shen Xingzhou's lips curved deeper, and he said lazily: "Well, it is my honor to be favored by Young Master Lan."

Lan Zhuochi was now completely pretending. He said, "I overheard you talking last time. You were just a captain? When I get back, I'll talk to the old man and ask him to give you a promotion. What position do you think would be better?"

He tilted his head, his tone casual but pointed: "What? Do you look down on the captain?"

"How many people from your Lan family couldn't find you, but it was only a small captain like me who rescued you."

Lan Zhuochi waved his hands, his tone a little anxious: "That's not what I meant. I just think you are great and should be more than just a captain. Is someone trying to make things difficult for you? Our old man can handle this."

"Okay," Shen Xingzhou stood up and rubbed his little head, "It's our adult affairs, there's no need for you, a child, to think so much."

"I'll take you back once everything is confirmed,"

Looking at the man who went upstairs, Lan Zhuochi's face was conflicted for a moment, but she still didn't call him.

He wanted to meet the little bodyguard who ate a lot again, but he felt that his emotions were a little weird, so he suppressed them.

Although she ate as much as her father and was as strong as him, she was just a stranger after all.

Young Master Lan completely put this emotion behind him and quickly ran back to his room.

Lying on the bed, he began to think about how he would complain when he got home and ask the old man to give him more compensation.

The smart Young Master Lan knew that the old man doted on him the most, but he had so many grandchildren, so he still liked to keep everything in his own hands.

And that bad-tempered old Shen just now, although he didn't give me a good look, he did save my life.

You also have to ask for some benefits from him.

Although Young Master Lan didn't show any change on the outside after this incident and his eyes still sparkled with a carefree light, how could his heart remain unchanged?

From now on, this child is rising rapidly in the Lan family.

When he was only seventeen years old, he had grown to be taller than anyone else in the Lan family, so much so that Old Master Lan bypassed his two sons and handed over some important powers directly to him.

Of course, it is too early to say this, as he is still a child of about ten years old.

...

The night was cold and windy, withered trees swaying, and everything was silent.

A car drove out late at night and arrived at the black market concentration camp.

It was an underground shopping mall. There were many thugs standing outside the door, and they all had wooden barrels on their waists. No one would mess around here. If there was any unusual movement, there was a high chance that they would be beaten to death by the thugs.

The man in black got out of the car. The black market thugs obviously knew him and made way for him.

The man went straight to the deepest room and pushed the door open.

Inside, a man was sitting on a black single sofa.

The man had wild features and his hair was wet with sweat. There were two unconscious people lying on the ground next to him, obviously they had just finished exercising.

He had a cigarette in his hand, his eyes were closed, he opened his eyes when he heard the noise, saw the person coming, his eyes paused, raised his hand and sniffed, the man's eyes changed several times, "What are you doing here?"

The visitor said indifferently: "I want to do business with you."

"Oh," the man flicked the cigarette butt away, his eyes full of anger, "What business can we have? Don't forget how many people you robbed from me."

"This is the reward,"

The man paused and waved his hand. His subordinate took the note from the man and handed it to the man respectfully.

The man took a look, threw the note to the ground, and said with a strange smile: "Tell me."

"Kill one person,"

"One person?" The man rudely spat and said with a smile: "Your banker's thugs are not enough to kill one person? You still need to come to me, what a joke."