"Know."
Are you confident you can rescue Third Young Master and Xiao Ai?
"No."
What are the chances that Third Young Master and Xiao Ai will escape on their own?
"Very small."
Sheng Jiafu made a decisive decision: "Kill them. We absolutely cannot let them fall into the hands of the police."
He believed that the people at the driving school wouldn't dare betray him.
But he believed even more strongly that only the dead would not betray him.
Therefore, the fake Third Young Master and the fake Xiao Ai must die.
only……
The driving school principal told him, "Third Young Master and Xiao Ai said that they secretly prepared evidence that they were just stand-ins."
"If they die, this evidence will fall into the hands of the police."
"Furthermore, the driving school's secrets will also be known to the police."
"They also said they don't trust the driving school and want you to come and rescue them personally."
"Once you arrive at the area where they are hiding, call them and they will tell you their exact location."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Jiafu flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the table: "These social scum! Trash! Waste!"
"I helped them pay off their debts, gave them a place to live, trusted them, and entrusted them with important tasks, yet they secretly betrayed me?"
Damn it!
"Damn it!"
After listening silently to him finish his rant, the driving school principal said, "They gave us a deadline of midnight."
“They said that before you even reached the designated area, they surrendered to the police and revealed all the inside information.”
Sheng Jiafu was filled with hatred!
I felt as if my chest was on fire, struck by lightning, or being hammered; I almost vomited blood.
but……
It's almost 11 p.m. now.
Can he not go?
The thugs he hired were all ruthless characters, capable of anything.
If he doesn't go, the fake Third Young Master and the fake Xiao Ai might actually surrender to the police...
Thinking about this...
He stood up unsteadily: "I'll go now."
He went into the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, combed his hair, straightened his shirt, regained his elite appearance, picked up his coat, and strode out.
only.
He had just arrived at the second-floor terrace, preparing to leave the Sheng family home through the back door in the backyard.
A soft voice came from behind: "Third Brother, the group dance is about to start. Where are you going?"
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