0063 Muzzle Release (4)

On the highway from City B to the neighboring province, the car drove further and further away.

The phone rang, and the caller ID showed only one word: "Brother." Guan Kai acted as if he hadn't heard it; he didn't even look away, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

After almost a minute, the ringing stopped.

But in an instant, it rang again. It was still that same person.

This time, Guan Kai hung up immediately.

In the distance, a huge sunset was breaking out, its orange-red afterglow seemingly setting half the sky ablaze. The car was moving very fast, the trees on both sides rushing past.

The phone rang again, this time displaying two different words on the screen.

It was Guan Fei calling.

Unlike before when he showed no intention of answering, this time he directly pressed the "answer" button.

Then a male voice, clearly tinged with anger yet seemingly suppressing his emotions, came through the Bluetooth speaker.

"I've told you many times, don't touch things you shouldn't touch..." Guan Fei seemed to say this through gritted teeth, and you could tell he was really angry.

But Guan Kai interrupted him directly.

"elder brother."

The first sound finally broke the silence in the quiet carriage, but it ended the long silence on the other end of the phone.

elder brother.

Ever since Guan Kai came to the Guan family at the age of ten, whenever he and Guan Fei met, it always seemed like they were at each other's throats.

At first, Guan Fei bit him like a vicious dog with red eyes, but later he looked at him like an enemy.

They seem to never care about each other when the other hates them the most, yet they are constantly at odds.

When one side makes a move, the other side must respond.

For over a decade, he had never called this man, with whom he shared a true blood connection, "brother." So when Guan Fei heard this address, he felt neither emotion nor suppressed anger; instead, he understood the true meaning behind it.

This is a farewell and a comforting thought, even if it means mutual destruction, to bring things to a peaceful conclusion.

But this only fueled Guan Fei's anger when he came to his senses.

Guan Fei didn't wait for him to finish his sentence; he quickly continued.

“If you turn back now and leave B City, no one can protect you. Guan Kai…” He paused, his voice deepening, carrying a greater solemnity and strength, “Release them.”

But Guan Fei didn't receive a response. The brief call was disconnected after two seconds, and the other party only said one word.

Guan Kai turned off his phone and threw it out the window.

A gust of wind blew in when the window was opened, making He Lingling shiver.

Guan Kai suddenly spoke.

"They all think I'm the one who tied you up... Aren't you afraid?"

He Lingling didn't reply to him, afraid that she would reveal her weakness if she opened her mouth.

Are you scared? Yes, I am.

How could she not be afraid of a desperate criminal who almost ran her over at the gate of the Normal University?

So she hesitated about whether to keep the appointment.

Yesterday, I received a text message from Guan Kai while I was with Qi Le. The message was simple, just an implication that he was willing to tell her about what happened seven years ago.

The seemingly absurd reason led her to get into Guan Kai's car like a gambler.

Her future is about to be restored, so why is she here?

What exactly happened seven years ago? That's not something she wants to know.

The bloody truth, the untouchable scars.

The person who once brought her so much joy now personally drags her down to hell.

But perhaps it was only after she got into the car that picked her up yesterday, and took a deep breath and looked inside, only to find that there was no one else but the driver, that fleeting sense of loss and doubt made her realize that she couldn't wait any longer.

She actually... couldn't wait to see him.

Guan Kai's text message came at just the right time, giving her the impression that she could be selfish.

What is this opportunity?

To overturn the facts she witnessed? To erase the harm he caused?

But on the rain-shrouded green hills, as she stepped onto the stone steps, his calls resonated deep within her heart.

It made her feel that something must have gone wrong.

But once you actually sit in the train carriage, it's a completely different feeling.

She suddenly realized that she had been too naive and reckless.

Wanqi Fuze once got angry with her because she "accidentally" got into someone else's car. They were still young at the time, and Wanqi Fuze was busy with work, but he still insisted on picking her up from school himself every time.

If he is really busy, the person who comes to pick her up is his friend or subordinate.

At that time, he didn't have a driver, and he was never someone who would have "spoiled brat syndrome".

But she felt he was being insincere, and every time he arrived late, she would yell at him and insist on taking a taxi herself.

However, such opportunities are rare.

He was too busy; after dropping her off at home, he didn't even go upstairs before heading back to the company. She got out of the car, turned her back, and ran upstairs, looking extremely awkward and heartless. But she would always secretly glance at him from the window at the corner, and then run back alone to their empty little apartment.

That time, she waited with her legs drawn up to her chest until it got dark, but he never came. Her heart grew colder and colder. Lingling would always say harsh things to him, but she had never actually done anything. But that time, she was so angry that she just hailed a taxi.

She couldn't explain why she was angry, so it wasn't until she came to her senses that she realized the car seemed to have taken the wrong route. She should have been home by now, and she was confused when she saw three or four cars rapidly approaching. Even with her seatbelt on, He Lingling was swaying violently in the car. She finally realized something was wrong and felt fear.

They were quickly intercepted by the car behind them.

He Lingling's heart skipped a beat when she saw him kick the car with the sole of his shoe, his expression full of rage. But she quickly calmed down.

Behind Wanqi Fuze were several men who looked just as young as him, who also got out of the car.

She heard someone call out to him, "Aze," telling him not to act rashly.

Later, He Lingling learned that the man's name was Eric, and he was a friend who had started a business with Wan Qifuze.

Wan Qifuze rarely appeared so out of control; He Lingling even saw murderous intent in his eyes. Just like when he beat up the person who insulted his mother back in high school, his eyes red with rage.

I can die, but you can't live either.

This startled He Lingling.

Eric helped her out of the carriage first, and she timidly tugged at Wanqi Fuze's sleeve.

He finally came to his senses.

Wanqi Fuze shoved her into his car and then went back to say a few words to the driver who had just picked her up.

She could no longer hear clearly.

Eric knocked on the car window, asking her to comfort Aze.

Eric spoke hastily. He had been drinking with clients last night, hadn't slept for two days working on a project, and had been sleeping soundly at the company since yesterday. The first thing he did when he woke up was grab his car keys and rush out. A few of us were worried he'd get into an accident, so we followed him. You know the consequences of drunk driving. He circled around the entrance of the Normal University once and then drove off like a madman; we couldn't catch up.

Aze usually seems aloof, but who knew he could be so ruthless when it comes to getting things done?

you……

Eric seemed to have more to say, but what he said next was clearly unimportant and merely a way to satisfy his own selfish desires. Just then, Wanqi Fuze arrived, and he wisely kept quiet.

Wanqi Fuze patted his friend on the shoulder to express his gratitude.

Eric thought to himself that he was really taciturn, perhaps he reserved all his "other side" for the girl he loved in the car. But fortunately, he was a very good partner and a very good friend.

Wan Qifuze got into the car and didn't say a word to He Lingling. His face was tense and somewhat pale. He Lingling felt inexplicably guilty, but then she remembered that he was the one who didn't come to pick her up first.

Wanqi Fuze spoke after a long pause, "Don't get into strangers' cars again."

His words were so confident and assertive that they infuriated He Lingling.

She immediately retorted, "What right do you have to tell me what to do?"

She noticed that Wanqi Fuze's face had turned pale, and he instinctively pressed his hand against his abdomen instead of driving.

He would never say things like "I'm worried about you," nor would he explain reasons that were too dirty or difficult for her to understand.

It was from that moment that he decided to find a professional bodyguard for Lingling. The stomach pain caused by the hangover made him break out in a cold sweat. He forced himself to drive back to the apartment, and he had to hold his breath to make his voice sound normal.

He told her to go upstairs. His tone was a little cold because of her stomach pain.

He Lingling sensed his attitude. This time, she didn't turn her head or look at him out the window again; she was just sad and angry. She thought he was making a mountain out of a molehill. This was a peaceful society; how could there be so many evil people?

She was too young to know or understand how complicated people's hearts could be. It was simply that when her uncle was about to be promoted, some people with ulterior motives would first follow his nephew and then find her with malicious intent.

It was only after following him for so many years that she gradually saw the wickedness in his heart.

The human heart is a long river that cannot be crossed.

She gradually came to understand his difficulties and began to build up an invisible defense against strangers.

All these years, it's so ridiculous. How could she have gotten into a man's car because of a ridiculous text message, and how could this man be so hostile towards her?

"Wanqi Fuze cherishes you like a treasure, how could he bear to let you come back alone this time?"

He Lingling's heart skipped a beat when she heard the familiar name, and she subconsciously gripped the bracelet on her wrist.

"Didn't you only come out to find me because you knew he hadn't returned to B City?"

Now that you're on the bus, you need to protect yourself.

This time... she couldn't wait for him to come and save her.

Guan Kai chuckled softly, glancing at the bracelet on her wrist. Its silver, intricate carvings were both antique and dignified.

He suddenly grabbed her hand, and He Lingling was startled by his action, instinctively pulling her hand back. She felt cold sweat trickle down her back. But how could she possibly resist the strength of a man's grip?

She heard him ask, "Guess how Wanqi Fuze got Guan Yue into prison seven years ago?"

Upon hearing this, He Lingling stopped struggling and suddenly looked up at him.

Guan Kai didn't look at her, but at the bracelet on her wrist. He gently stroked the pattern on the bracelet with his thumb, a deep, unfathomable smile in his eyes.

She heard every word, and it struck her heart like thunder.

He removed the Mosuo bracelet from her hand and moved it to her face. He saw that she was so shocked that she forgot to push him away. Her eyes showed not only confusion but also pain.

Pain? You don't even deserve to feel pain.

He Lingling's appearance made Guan Kai laugh out loud, and he suddenly felt that he was being too conservative.

It turns out that Wanqi Fuze didn't even want her to know these things, but Guan Yue was sent to prison first, like a dog being chased away, and then he was sent to the south because he was a threat to He Lingling.

His hand traced her fair face, down to her throat.

Such a slender neck, perhaps only seven inches of force... no, maybe five inches.

He Lingling snapped back to reality after seeing the murderous intent in his eyes.

Before she felt suffocation, she felt a violent shaking.

The car was shaking. You could strangle her with just five inches of force. How much force and how much anger would it take to kick the car door so hard that it dented?