She wanted nothing more than to destroy what he had given her!
Mozhou, Phoenix City.
The asphalt road surface was softened by the scorching sun, and waves of heat rolled in the distance. On both sides of the road stretched endless sand, a blindingly yellow, with a few cacti stubbornly standing up occasionally.
There were very few cars. The few that did pass by were mostly rusty pickup trucks, their backs piled high with cargo, or carrying a few silent men with their hats pulled low so their faces were obscured. They didn't honk or slow down; they just drove by in silence.
The black market for firearms is hidden in the north of the city. The entrance is a dilapidated hardware store; the iron door is half-open, and the rusty hinges creak. The owner is an old man dressed like a Western cowboy, with a half-smoked cigar always dangling from his mouth. People occasionally come to ask for directions, and the old man only answers when he sees money, grinning to reveal a gold tooth.
They don't accept cards here; they only accept cash, gold, or "other equivalents"—such as intelligence, medicine powder, or even human lives.
Chen placed a stack of green coins on the table, and the old man immediately straightened up respectfully. He not only explained the surrounding terrain in detail, but also provided a simple map.
Once you reach the north of the city, everything changes completely.
In a shabby office building covered in graffiti, wanted posters, and missing person notices, there is a studio awaiting renovation.
Yuri, with his feet propped on the table, was yelling into his phone, empty bottles scattered on the table: "...Already signed an order with the Yu family? How about this, I'll give you a 30% discount, and you can pay with the medicine powder? No problem! Everything's easy, just contact me if you need anything in the future..."
During the call, Yuri received a call from an unfamiliar number. Yuri casually hung up the previous call and answered the new one.
Before he could speak, a deep male voice came from both the phone and the doorway.
Chen Diao came in with the phone and was somewhat surprised to see Yuri answering it. Yuri was much younger and cleaner than he had imagined, with blond hair and brown eyes; he had thought he would be a middle-aged man with a beard and gold teeth.
This kid not only has moral issues, but he's also quite audacious, daring to steal business from the Yu family everywhere.
Chen Diao turned to Yu Chaoxian behind him and said, "Boss, it's him."
Yuri looked up at the sound, his gaze meeting a pair of sharp, dark eyes. A strikingly handsome young man with an imposing presence was looking at him, the silent pressure making Yuri's breath catch in his throat.
Yuri's first instinct was to run away. He secretly pressed a shortcut number behind his back, then said casually, "Friend, aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
“A representative of the Yu family.” Yu Chaoxian didn’t beat around the bush and didn’t want to waste time.
Yuri understood what was going on as soon as he heard "Yu Shi". They had come to settle scores with him, since he had just taken over Yu Shi's business.
To buy some time, he feigned politeness: "Please have a seat. My place isn't renovated yet, so I don't have much to offer. Would coffee be alright?"
Yu Chaoxian walked around casually and found that there was indeed little decoration, not even curtains, and no privacy at all. People in the high-rise buildings across the street could see everything inside.
He turned to Yuri, who was bringing him coffee, and asked, "Shall we talk?"
Yuri decided to play dumb: "What are we talking about?"
Yu Chaoxian calmly sat down: "How many guns do you have left? I'll take them all."
Yuri immediately understood that the other party was asking him to voluntarily give up the market.
But he was fearless. He glanced at the building across the street, where sunlight reflected off the glass, casting a blinding light.
Yuri slung himself back onto the sofa, his tone sneer, "What's so special about this? Starting with this is really impressive, isn't it? Having money is all that matters. But I'd say no, big boss, shouldn't you at least let us have a piece of the pie when you're making money?"
Yu Chaoxian's smile deepened, but his eyes darkened: "I don't have such considerate thoughts."
The gun in Chen Diao's hand clicked crisply as it was cocked. Yuri, however, showed no fear.
“I advise you not to make any rash moves,” he calmly took a sip of coffee, glanced down at his phone, and explained that the delay was to give the sniper a chance to find a sniping position. “You are all in the scope now.”
Given the speed of the sniper he hired, he should have already found the best shooting position.
"Are you waiting for a call?" Yu Chaoxian tapped Yuri's phone, just as the phone on the table was flashing an incoming call.
Yuri didn't understand what Yu Chaoxian was up to and thought the other party was bluffing. He answered the phone in front of Yu Chaoxian.
A loud, unfamiliar male voice came through the receiver: "Hello, hello, who are you? Who are you looking for?"
Yuri burned his tongue with the scalding coffee and suddenly stood up: "Who are you? Where's the Indian?!"
“Ah San?” Ivan on the other end of the phone seemed to turn to someone else. “Brother Mingming, who is Ah San? Is he looking for you? He might have dialed the wrong number… Damn, I forgot, this isn’t my phone! Could Ah San be that guy on the ground with his head smashed open? Sorry, he just died. You should have called sooner.”
Chen Diao frowned as he listened. Who taught Ivan such low intelligence? After thinking for a moment, he realized, oh, it was himself.
There are only one or two suitable sniping positions to begin with, so in Mingming's eyes, that sniper was practically naked. For Mingming, sniping was a lot like making curry fish balls; the key was seizing the perfect moment. Just as stir-frying fish balls requires precise timing, pulling the trigger also requires absolute accuracy in that instant.
Ivan seemed to understand but not quite, and chimed in, "Invite me to eat your curry fish balls sometime. You're such a good shot, your fish balls must be delicious!"
Mingming immediately perked up: "I must say, you really have an eye for talent! My fish balls are absolutely amazing!"
Yuri couldn't take it anymore and abruptly hung up the phone. What was that damned fish ball nonsense? He staggered back two steps, almost tripping over the wine bottle.
Chen Diao turned around and looked at Yu Chaoxian, asking whether Yuri should be killed or spared.
Yu Chaoxian was smoking when he glanced at Yuri through the smoke. This Yuri was a bit clever; it would be a shame to kill him.
Just as the man was about to speak, his phone rang first.
It's Mickey Mouse.
By this time, Mickey and Ajin should have already landed in Taicheng. Mickey wouldn't call at this hour unless it was something extremely important. It's most likely about Yu Tang.
Yu Chaoxian stubbed out his cigarette and said, "Speak."
"Boss, it seems that Miss Yu has... run away from home, and left a letter."
Yu Chaoxian didn't react much, but glanced down at the time and then reached out his hand to Chen Diao.
This was no joke. Chen Diao had never seen his boss's face so gloomy. He immediately handed the gun to Yu Chaoxian and glanced at Yuri, saying, "You're really lucky."
Hearing this, Yuri secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he could escape with his life.
"Bang--"
Gunshots rang out suddenly.
Yuri suddenly had a black bullet hole between his eyebrows, his brains and blood splattered on the white wall behind him. His pupils were still wide open, reflecting Yu Chaoxian's indifferent back as he turned away, before he fell backward to the ground.
Wasn't he just lucky...?
Chen Diao turned around and explained, not knowing if Yuri could still hear him: "The boss rarely kills people so decisively. At least you have a complete corpse."
At least he didn't lose an arm or a leg.
On the way back, Chen insisted on switching vehicles with Mingming, so that Mingming could share a car with the boss. At that moment, the boss was furious and wasn't about to go looking for trouble.
The car was deathly silent, the atmosphere heavy with tension.
On the other end of the phone, Mickey cautiously asked Yu Chaoxian if he should go find Yu Tang immediately.
"No need, the locator on her is still moving. Let's go back to Taicheng first." Yu Chaoxian's voice was calm and even.
The reason we returned to Taicheng first was that Yu Tang's location was still active; this locator was the one we installed on her new phone last time. Judging from her movement trajectory and speed, she was on a plane, but the exact location is unknown. We can easily find out the specific flight details.
The safest approach is to wait until she lands before arresting her. The most devastating way to break a person's will is to shatter it the moment they think hope is within reach. Yu Tang needs to realize that every step she takes is futile, and that her final and only choice is to stay by his side.
The man in the rearview mirror had a very handsome smile. Wasn't she trying to escape? The moment she saw him after the plane landed, she'd better make sure her tears looked good.
Mingming secretly glanced at the rearview mirror and roughly understood the situation. It turned out that Yu Tang had run away alone while no one was home, and had even applied to another university without telling her eldest brother.
This means that everything the boss had meticulously laid out for her in Hong Kong—the connections, the new companies invested in her name, the manor villa decorated to her liking—was all for naught.
Wow. He'd never seen anyone put the boss in such a bad way before. The boss was practically begging for everything, but someone just wouldn't take it!
Sure enough, this little aunt shouldn't be underestimated. She can make the eldest brother laugh in anger. If she really gets caught, tsk tsk, he'll be skinned alive even if he doesn't die. He quite likes the little girl, so he'll have to help her out.
Mingming finally understood why the boss had happened to be next to the angel statue at the Rose Church. There was no such thing as predestined fate; it was just a coincidence artificially created through precise location tracking and technology. With location tracking, finding someone would be a piece of cake, especially since they weren't that far apart to begin with.
What fate or love at first sight? It was all the result of the boss's meticulous planning and manipulation!
Yu Residence.
Mickey was already waiting at the door. He didn't touch anything Yu Tang had left behind, and he only glanced at the letter briefly as a report. The contents of the letter could be summarized as follows: Miss Yu wanted to leave on her own, to break away from the boss, to end this twisted relationship, and she promised not to spend the boss's money anymore and would work part-time to support herself.
Mickey ignored all these words about ending the relationship; Yu Tang dared to write them, but he didn't dare to read them aloud.
To appease Yu Chaoxian's anger, Mickey quickly pointed to the velvet box on the table: "Boss, this looks like a gift from Miss Yu."
Yu Chaoxian opened the box; inside was a pair of cufflinks, exactly the same as the ones he always wore. He swiped his card to buy him a gift, and even remembered to get himself a mango milkshake.
He picked up the piggy bank next to him, and sure enough, it was empty. His aunt was unwilling to spend a single penny of her own money on him.
Mickey noticed something was wrong. Why did his boss's expression look even worse than before when he saw the gift?
Yu Chao first tore off the sticky note from under the box. This sticky note was the same as the one left when she gave him the belt last time; she didn't even dare to send him a message.
The empty room and the sticky notes left behind all proclaim one fact: Yu Tang has run away.
Yu Chaoxian's expression remained unchanged throughout, and even the faint smile at the corner of his mouth never disappeared. He sat on the single sofa where Yu Tang usually sat, slowly finished a glass of wine, and slowly read through the sticky note.
In about a hundred words, one-third of the text says she wants to leave, another third emphasizes ending the relationship, and the last third says she will still treat him as her nephew and that they will always be family.
How can you act as a nephew after you've already slept together?
The girl's cozy bedroom was filled with a terrible sense of oppression and suffocation.
Okay, very good. The shark plush toy that she always hugged while sleeping on the bed was taken away.
She took everything she liked with her.
I kept all the ones I didn't like.
Yu Chaoxian stared at the empty bed, his gaze heavy, and then chuckled.
Those who like it, please take it. I didn't take the diamond bracelet, the clothes, the bag, or any other jewelry.
She didn't want any of what he offered!
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