Chapter Twenty-Five: The Handsome Man Who Was Demoted

Gu Zuozuo took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the sharp pain in her chest.

She hadn't expected that the original owner's obsession with her parents had reached such a deep level. Even though her soul had left this body, that obsession was still deeply imprinted in the deepest part of her heart.

Looking up at the five people in the very center of the crowd, being scorned by everyone, watching them being criticized, pelted with rotten vegetable leaves and stones, their eyes numb and empty, their bodies emaciated, devoid of any vitality.

"Zuo Zuo, stop looking."

Gu Zuozuo withdrew her complicated gaze, met the two people's distressed eyes, and curled the corners of her lips.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

She knew that the original owner's parents were alright, but what the original owner didn't know was that in the last moments of her life, she was still thinking about her parents.

She sighed inwardly, wondering how her parents were doing, and whether they knew that their only daughter had passed away.

Before turning to leave, he took one last look at the middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit, his eyes darkening as he watched the man deliver his impassioned speech.

What is most hateful in this era are these pests who use the guise of enlightenment but are actually just trying to satisfy their own selfish desires.

With a flick of his fingertip, a wisp of green smoke, invisible to others, landed on the middle-aged man, silently administering a drug that would prevent him from harming anyone for the rest of his life.

Xie Jinyu frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the inconspicuous mark on the middle-aged man's arm. She glanced at the surrounding crowd, trying to determine who had made the mark.

"Sir, everything has been arranged."

Xie Jinyu withdrew her gaze, inadvertently glancing at a rather familiar profile. Before she could recall where she had seen him before, the person had already run quickly with the flow of people.

"Commander?"

"It's alright, let's go."

His tall figure turned and left without attracting the attention of anyone around him.

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Shanghai.

Zhu Qiang lay on the ground covered in blood, his fat trembling uncontrollably from fear. His face was bruised and battered, and his already small eyes were so swollen and red that they were barely visible.

"Sir...sir, I really don't know anything! I was arrested as soon as I got home, I really don't know where that shipment went!"

As he spoke, he kept scratching his exposed skin, which was already scratched raw and bloody. He seemed oblivious to the pain and kept scratching hard, completely unaware that his fingernails were full of torn flesh.

The man stood there with his hands behind his back, frowning slightly as he looked at his miserable state. He took a step back without making a sound. Could it be some kind of infectious disease?

"You didn't find the Gu family's things, and you lost that batch of goods too, Zhu Qiang. Do you know what the consequences are of not being able to deliver the goods..."

Zhu Qiang, enduring the excruciating itching all over his body, was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face. His thick lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The man sneered. He couldn't even keep an eye on a young girl, let alone let her escape. The goods right under his nose were stolen without him even noticing. What a useless piece of trash.

"You don't need to get involved in the Gu family's affairs anymore. I'll arrange for someone else. You'd better find the lost shipment, or you can start waiting for me."

Zhu Qiang was almost driven mad by the despair in his heart. He should go look for it? Where could he even look? His house had been ransacked without anyone noticing, and they hadn't even left him a single coin. How was he supposed to find it?

They were the ones who didn't show up for the pickup time, and the goods, along with their hidden stash of money, were all taken. Yet they blamed themselves for not taking good care of the goods.