Chapter Seventy-Six: Who Has the Fastest Hands?

Chapter Seventy-Six: Who Has the Fastest Hands?

Chapter Seventy-Six: Who Has the Fastest Hands?

The waiter relayed the information he had gathered back to the waiter.

He's out of ideas, let's see if anyone else can help.

Upon hearing the message from the waiter, there was a few seconds of silence in the earpiece.

It's still reply number one.

"I'll find someone to go and do the rest. Number two and number three will stand by. Once we spot the people coming, we'll proceed as we agreed beforehand."

"good."

The waiter agreed and began to do his own thing.

He'd had enough, so in order to sneak in, he applied for a job as a waiter here in advance.

Being bossed around is already infuriating enough, but then there's a bunch of brain-dead colleagues and an idiot boss.

It drives you crazy the more you do it, the less you can stand it.

"waiter!"

Damn it, here we go again.

The waiter put on a smile and walked towards the guests.

Number three, who was squatting downstairs, stretched and sat down on the sofa in the lobby.

You can rest in the lobby here.

He'd been squatting outside for so long, but now that the person's gone up, it's none of his business anymore.

He knew there were more than just the three of them.

They were just keeping watch; the rest of the team was the real operation.

These little rascals have the self-awareness of little rascals; they know when to slack off.

Number Three is leisurely playing on his phone.

Two bodyguards stood directly in front of him.

He chuckled awkwardly and stood up.

"I'm leaving now, you don't need to chase me away."

Number Three thought he was in the way of the other guests and was kicked out.

He was dressed head to toe in cheap clothes, in the eyes of those rich people.

His poverty and squalor are unworthy of breathing in the same area as them.

“Come with us.”

After the bodyguard finished speaking, he reached out and ripped the earphone off his ear.

They stuffed it into their ears.

"What are you doing! Stealing my things! Help!"

Number Three was about to make a big fuss about it.

The bodyguard swiftly covered his mouth and took him away.

The movements were fluid and seamless, and in less than three minutes, the farce was over.

On the other side, Number One sneaked away towards the control room.

The surveillance cameras over there have a complete view of the situation. If you want to find out where the Xia family is, watching the surveillance footage is the fastest way.

Number One hadn't even reached the door of the control room when he was suddenly gagged by bodyguards, tied up, and taken away.

The upstairs waiter was called to the back preparation room by the supervisor.

"Foreman, what's up?"

"It wasn't me looking for you, it was them."

Two bodyguards rushed out of the door and grabbed the waiter.

The waiter tried to resist, but was given an electric shock, convulsed twice, and passed out.

The bodyguards carried the person away, and he nodded gratefully to the foreman.

The supervisor watched them leave with a smile and then tidied up the mess they had made.

He muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"Trying to mess with me? You don't even know if you have the ability."

He had already noticed that something was wrong with the waiter.

His killing intent was several times greater than others; he had witnessed that kind of restraint before.

They're all lunatics, so don't blame him for being ruthless.

The stun gun was something he had prepared for him; he never expected it would actually come in handy.

The news of the three men's capture reached Xia Chenggan's ears.

"There are three people, and they have been apprehended."

"I also have some good news on my end, do you want to hear it?"

Zhou Ran walked over with a hint of smugness in her expression.

"Okay, go ahead."

Xia Chenggan's eyes were filled with a smile.

He wanted to see Zhou Ran's abilities, to see just how capable this person was right under his nose.

"I've arrested five people here, three from the engineering department and two from the security department. Do you want your men to interrogate them yourself, or do you want to work with me? Let me help you."

Zhou Ran added one more sentence.

"I'm very good at getting people to talk. I can get even the hardest mouths to open."

"Okay, it's up to you now."

Xia Chenggan smiled and agreed, reassured that he could entrust the matter to him.

One reason is that they believe in his abilities, and the other is that they believe he will not betray them.

Xia Chenggan suddenly realized that he had come to trust Zhou Ran so much, not knowing when it started.

Was it his honesty, or Zhou Ran's way of handling things and her code of conduct that gave him a sense of control?

He looked into Zhou Ran's eyes, which seemed to see right through him.

Xia Chenggan cleared the clutter from his mind.

"Now that they've all been caught, shall we continue with our dinner party?"

Xia Chengping was bold but also forgetful. After he caught everyone, he asked if he could continue.

"Sure! You can all go together if you want."

Zhou Ran asked the others with a smile.

The others shook their heads frantically; they didn't have such a big heart. The scenes from the movie were still replaying in their minds.

The thought of them becoming the main characters sends chills down my spine.

"Forget it, let's go somewhere else."

Xia Chenggan warned Xia Chengping, "You better behave yourself. If you try to run away on your own, I'll break your legs."

"Okay, I understand."

They just finished dealing with things here and are planning to find another place to eat.

Xia Chenggan received the news and looked at Zhou Ran.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Chenggan pulled Zhou Ran aside and whispered something.

"Gu Tingxiao's car was blown up in the underground parking garage, but he's unharmed. Do you know anything about it?"

No one knew better than him how much Zhou Ran disliked Gu Tingxiao lately.

The fact that you went there on your own initiative today means there must be something important going on.

Given how quickly the incident happened, Xia Chenggan guessed that Zhou Ran must have gone to warn Gu Tingxiao.

"I thought you disliked Gu Tingxiao and wished he would disappear. Why would you remind him of that?"

“I don’t want to save him either, but he shouldn’t die yet.”

Even if Gu Tingxiao dies, those people will find another vehicle to smuggle him.

At that time, the enemy will be in the shadows while he is in the open.

It's better to be relaxed now, with the enemy in the open and their objective clear.

He's like Jiang Taigong fishing, just waiting for those willing to take the bait.

"There's one more question."

I won't answer.

Zhou Ran guessed what Xia Chenggan wanted to ask.

CEOs have a strong desire for control; they dislike things that go beyond their control.

He was actually always under Xia Chenggan's watchful eye.

Although Xia Chenggan was always busy with work, news of him was constantly being relayed back to him in various forms.

His every move, how many meals he ate, what books he read, what time he went to school, and what time he came home.

Xia Chenggan had sources of information.

The methods Zhou Ran just revealed, as well as her manpower.

It was because Xia Chenggan hadn't noticed that he was curious and kept wanting to ask.

The others watched the two bicker with smiles.

With Zhou Ran around, Xia Chenggan became more lively.

"Let's go see a movie, let's go for a comedy this time!"

Xia Chengan suggested that since they were already out, watching a movie would be a good option.

A group activity that is both private and not too far apart.

"Okay, I'll book the whole place."

Xia Chenggan took out his phone, but Zhou Ran grabbed his hand.

"No need, just go buy tickets directly to avoid any more problems."

"good."

Xia Chenggan thought it made sense; the chances of them getting into trouble were lower if they mingled in the crowd.

They went to the movie theater, chose a comedy, and booked a VIP box. At Xia Chengping's insistence, Zhou Ran and Xia Chenggan were separated from the audience.

Let them go to the couples' private room, while the rest of the others go to a private room. They definitely won't be dogs eating dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

Xia Chengping, carrying his popcorn bucket which was taller than his arm, followed Xia Chengan into the private room.

Zhou Ran looked at the palm-sized popcorn bucket in her hand.

"You like his type? I'll have someone send you a whole bunch."

"No, I'm not that kind of foodie."

Zhou Ran shook his head decisively. He wanted some, but he couldn't finish it all.

"If you want it, just take it. It's just a bucket of popcorn, nothing important. Why make such a fuss? If you can't finish it, you can take it home and eat it later. Kids have special privileges."

Zhou Ran thought about it and realized it made sense. He had money now, more money than he could spend, and he could buy whatever he wanted.

It's not like before, crawling and rolling in garbage dumps. It's not like before, fighting with stray dogs for a bite to eat.

Popcorn was a luxury he couldn't afford.

He clearly remembers standing outside the movie theater, smelling the sweet aroma of popcorn wafting out.

My stomach was throbbing with hunger.

Even crouching down while clutching my stomach couldn't stop the aroma from wafting over.

He originally planned to wait until the movie ended and then pick up the popcorn that someone didn't want to eat.

Unfortunately, he didn't wait for that person; he collapsed by the roadside and was picked up by that person.

Later, he climbed to a high position step by step, gradually shaping himself into the stereotypical image of a wealthy person.

I've tried to fit into a circle I can't fit into.

His world is mainly about alcohol, without the sweet aroma of popcorn.

Even when I pass by, I don't feel the same way I did when I was a child.

Is he sad?

He wasn't sad, because no one understood what he wanted better than him.

Loss is always inevitable; you have to give up something to gain something—that has always been true.

He never regrets the path he has chosen.

Just now, while passing by a snack stall, Zhou Ran inexplicably followed Xia Chengping and bought a bucket of popcorn.

Perhaps it's an attempt to make up for what I was like as a child.

But people are greedy; once they get what they gave up, they want more.

He wanted to start over and make amends for his past self.

Be a little greedy, and then be even greedier.

Indeed, human desires are endless, and they are all so unlovable.

However, Xia Chenggan is right.

He indulges himself occasionally; it's just a bucket of popcorn, after all.

In the end, it will all fall on Xia Chenggan's shoulders, and it has nothing to do with him.

He wasn't the eldest; he was just a teenager.

There's no need to pretend to be aloof, mature, or composed.

Children have special privileges, so it's okay for him to use them occasionally.

"You said you'd treat me."

"I said it."

"I'll have a big bucket of popcorn and a big bucket of Coke. If I can't finish them, I'll take them home."

Zhou Ran started ordering.

Xia Chenggan nodded indulgently, staring at Zhou Ran's relaxed eyebrows and eyes.

"Since you bought me popcorn, I'll tell you the answer to the question you wanted to ask earlier."

Xia Chenggan laughed. Who said Zhou Ran was scheming and unfathomable?

Look at Zhou Ran now, she's so happy she could fly, she's so easy to coax.

A big bucket of popcorn and a big bucket of cola are all you need to tell yourself your secrets.

What a great deal!

"Then tell me, where did your people come from? How exactly did they manage to control such a large amount of power right under my nose without me knowing?"

Xia Chenggan didn't intend to tie Zhou Ran's wings; it was just a habit ingrained in his bones.

He likes to have things under his control.

I'm just curious how Zhou Ran did it, so I can be more careful next time. Author's note: Thank you to my mentor 9492239 (9492239) for your support! For more exciting content, please leave a message for this book on Liancheng Reading.