The paparazzi stared at the bright, daylight-like sky, then looked down into complete darkness, and could only stare helplessly, at a loss for what to do.
Under the bright, daylight-like sky, the Nie family perfectly concealed all their crimes.
Chen Rou couldn't help but remark that it's no wonder everyone in Hong Kong dreams of making a fortune and becoming the richest man.
In a place where the rule of law and social order must give way to money and capitalists, money can indeed buy anything.
Sam, Hank, and Ram only realized how formidable Chen Rou was today.
Hank, with a bandage covering his neck, stepped forward and asked, "Miss Chen, you must have received military training, from Korea or Japan?"
Chen Rou did not answer because she felt offended.
Sam, the smartest of the three, said, "I guess she and Song trained at the same military academy." He then added, "If it's not the Royal Military Academy of Great Britain, it's the Frunze Military Academy in the Soviet Union."
Truly excellent bodyguards are definitely graduates of military academies.
But perhaps because China hasn't fought with the United States for some years, these American soldiers were so naive. There are only four military academies in the world that are the strongest, yet they just couldn't guess which one Chen Rou's alma mater was.
True strength doesn't involve showing off, so she simply smiled and walked away.
Song Yuanchao was treating Wan Daozai's wounds because he was injured when he jumped off the storage container and Nie Yao scratched his face, making it look like a big tabby cat. He needed to apply some iodine to prevent tetanus.
Sighing as he applied the ointment, Song Yuanchao's eyes were red: "Sigh!"
The Taiwanese boy comforted him instead: "What's the big deal? My dad was betrayed by his most trusted subordinate, hacked to death and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks. Everyone dies eventually, we're all the same, so try to think positively."
Song Yuanchao glanced back casually and caught a glimpse of a slender, tall figure, who then shoved the Taiwanese boy aside.
He stared intently at Chen Rou, and after a moment, he finally let out a deep breath and smiled.
"What's wrong with you, Song Zai, all this crying and laughing?" the Taiwanese boy asked, puzzled.
Song Yuanchao suddenly ripped open the Taiwanese boy's shirt: "We saved your damn life. I'll give you half of my salary from now on, but that kid Nie Yao is more important to you than the dick in your pants. Keep a close eye on him!"
When the boy from Taiwan turned around and saw Chen Rou smiling, he was even more confused: "What on earth are you guys doing?!"
It's a tacit understanding that only comrades who have shared life and death can have.
Looking at the whole world, this is probably the bottom line that only the soldiers of China would uphold.
They would rather inconvenience themselves than shoot ordinary people.
They will fight bravely and face death without fear, but they will not kill indiscriminately or slaughter innocent people.
...
Half an hour later, Wade called to say that everything was settled and everyone could leave.
The two criminals who had tracked down and attempted to kidnap Nie Zhao and his wife were laid flat on the ground. The bodyguards stepped over them, informed Wade and his accompanying secretary, lawyer, and others, and handed over the situation. They got into their cars, a Rolls-Royce, a Bentley, and a Mercedes-Benz van, and sped away. The day's events were officially over.
Chen Rou knew, of course, that Nie Yao hadn't chosen to commit suicide; otherwise, she would have heard the gunshot.
But Nie Zhao, sitting next to her, made conversation by asking, "Do you think Nie Yao ultimately chose to commit suicide?"
Chen Rou glanced at her cheap husband but didn't respond.
As far as she knew, Sam, Leung Lee-sang, and Wan-dao-zai were guarding Nie Yao in the warehouse. After the scene was dealt with, they would still take Nie Yao back to the original place to continue detaining him.
Nie Yao remains a problem; the issue hasn't been resolved yet, but he's now listed as a defaulter.
As for what to do in the future, Nie Zhao is so smart, let him figure out a solution himself.
Chen Rou remembered Nie Zhao as having white hair and a wise yet weathered face, but now he was so young. Although he was deep-thinking and incredibly cunning, he also had a strange, immature air about him, making it impossible for her to respect him.
The car drove past rows of huge storage containers and arrived at the main entrance of the dock in the blink of an eye. Nie Zhao said again, "He said the reason he wanted to live was because he couldn't change anything if he died, but if he lived, he could make it up to you and Ahan."
Because Ram and Song Yuanchao were in front of her, it wasn't convenient to ask about private matters, so Chen Rou turned her head, leaned close to Nie Zhao's ear, and whispered, "You should know that if you leave things to me, Nie Yao won't be able to get rid of that trouble."
If he really wanted Nie Yao dead, he shouldn't have left the matter to her to handle.
She killed people who had committed murder or intended to kill others.
But Nie Yao is not; he is just a puppet.
A puppet can spend the rest of his life in prison, but his crime is not punishable by death.
His wife's lips were close to his ear, her eyelashes brushing against his cheek, their soft texture tickling him. Nie Zhao didn't dare to move rashly, afraid that if he did, she would pull away. He stood still for a moment before asking, "Are you unhappy because of this?"
Well, she had turned her head to his ear, seemingly deep in thought.
But his question brought her back to her senses, and she moved away to sit by the other window.
This was the first time Nie Zhao had felt that the Rolls-Royce was not good; the back seat space was too large, and he had to shift his position to keep up with his wife.
But he moved along when necessary, saying, "We can hire a few more people."
A person who has no shares in the company, no support from the board of directors, and whose DNA test shows he is not a child of the Nie family—not to mention that Nie Rong, who has been sidelined, would not dare to conduct a paternity test on him, Nie Yao himself would be watched by Nie Zhao, who would hire several more foreign bodyguards. If he is confused again or tries to escape, his death will be the day he runs away.
Nie Zhao thought that this was what Chen Rou was worried about, and this was precisely the time for him to demonstrate his financial power.
He wanted to use his wealth to win his wife's favor, but as he leaned in, Chen Rou suddenly turned her head away.
...
Chen Rou swore she didn't do it on purpose.
Moreover, whenever she watches TV and sees a scene with ambiguous romantic feelings between a man and a woman, she immediately changes the channel.
She hated those kinds of humiliating play the most, and felt that such melodramatic and shameful play would never happen to her.
But just as she turned her head, her lips met Nie Zhao's.
She should have dodged, but Nie Zhao didn't, and his eyes were even blinking brightly.
Seeing that she instinctively shrank back, he actually leaned in and chased after her.
What does he mean? Does he not have enough kissing and want to kiss more?
Chen Rou's temper flared up, so she stopped hiding and stared at Nie Zhao instead.
Then the two of them stared at each other, neither willing to blink nor back down.
At the same time, the car came to a silent stop because they had arrived at the main gate, where several commissioners from the Hong Kong Police Force were standing, waiting to greet Nie Zhao and offer their condolences.
Nie Zhao shifted his position again and sat down next to Chen, then smiled and said to Ram, "Let's just drive off!"
Chen Rou said, "No, open the window. Give me two minutes."
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