Bangkok, rainy night.
Raindrops hit the asphalt like bullets, and the neon lights distorted into blurred halos on the wet streets.
Zhou Yuan and Lin Man rushed out of the back door of the bank. Gunshots rang out behind them. The bullet grazed Zhou Yuan's hair and lodged in the wall.
"Let's go to the dock!" Lin Man dragged her into a narrow alley. Raindrops slid down her cheeks, mixed with blood. "Your father has saved money in Zurich. It's enough for us to live in anonymity for the rest of our lives!"
Zhou Yuan clutched the key, the sharp metal edges rubbing against her palm. Her heart pounded, and all she could hear was her own rapid breathing. The footsteps of the pursuers grew closer behind her, the thud of their boots plunging into the puddles distinctly audible.
Suddenly, a force suddenly pulled her into the darkness—
A cold hand covered her mouth.
"Be quiet."
In the darkness, she met a pair of smiling eyes.
———The second young master of the Shen family, Shen Yanbai. A madman that everyone loves to see.
He had a flamboyant silver hair, his short hair wet from the rain, plastered to his forehead. The teardrop mole at the corner of his right eye was faintly visible in the shadows, like a deliberate mark.
There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were frighteningly crazy, like a wild beast that would bite its prey's throat at any time.
He put his index finger to his lips, making a gesture for silence, and with his other hand he deftly disarmed the pursuer's pistol, then knocked the man unconscious with the butt of the gun.
The whole process went smoothly, as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times.
"Come with me." He whispered, a playful smile in his voice.
Zhou Yuan froze in place, raindrops dripping down her eyelashes. "Why are you helping us?"
Chen Yanbai chuckled, and water droplets fell from his silver hair: "Because..."
Before he could finish his words, glaring car lights suddenly lit up at the entrance of the alley.
A black car stopped silently at the entrance of the alley. The door opened, and Chen Yanxiu approached, holding a black umbrella. He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose. Behind the lenses, his eyes were as calm as a precision instrument.
Raindrops dripped down the ribs of the umbrella, and his leather shoes stepped into the puddles, and even the sound of his footsteps was restrained.
He glanced at his brother's bloody hand, his eyes suddenly cold: "Yanbai, explain."
The air froze instantly.
Lin Man's hand had already reached for the gun at her waist. Zhou Yuan held her down and shook her head.
Chen Yanxiu's gaze finally fell on Zhou Yuan, his glasses reflecting a cold light: "Miss Zhou, your father's debt must be repaid."
The basement of the Shen family villa.
Zhou Yuan was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back, the rope around her wrists tightening painfully. The basement was damp and cold, the only light coming from a dim overhead chandelier.
Chen Yanxiu sat in the leather chair across from her, slowly and methodically flipping through the account book. His fingers were long and slender, and the movement of turning the pages was as graceful as if he were appreciating an ancient book.
"Your father was very clever." He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light. "It's a pity that greed killed him."
Lin Man, who was tied to another chair, suddenly sneered: "Zhou Hui is just your scapegoat!"
Chen Yanxiu raised his eyes, a faint smile on his lips: "That's right. But do you know where the real account book is?"
He pressed the remote control and the projector lit up -
In the video, Zhou Hui personally aimed a gun at the back of a politician's head and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered on the wall like a blooming poppy.
"This is a video from three years ago." Chen Yanxiu smiled. "Zhou Hui has killed far more than just this one person."
Zhou Yuan's stomach churned, her throat tightened. She suddenly understood the guilt in her father's eyes.
The basement door was suddenly kicked open.
Chen Yanbai walked in, gun in hand, his silver hair gleaming coldly in the dim light. He was followed by Interpol.
"Brother, the game is over."
For the first time, a crack appeared on Shen Yanxiu's expression.
The air in the basement was as solid as ice.
Chen Yanxiu slowly loosened his tie, the silk fabric slipping between his fingers like a dying snake.
His eyes were fixed on Shen Yan's pale face, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "When did you find out?"
Chen Yanbai said nothing, merely pulling a document from his suit's inner pocket and slamming it on the table. The black leather case popped open, revealing the Interpol badge. The number 0923 shone metallically in the cold light.
"What I'm asking is—" Chen Yanxiu suddenly jumped up and grabbed his brother's neck, his knuckles white and veins bulging, "When did you betray the Shen family!"
Chen Yanbai was pushed against the wall by him, his silver hair scattered messily in front of his forehead, but there was still a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth.
His breathing was strangled, but he still squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "...I have never...been...yours..."
Gunshots rang out.
Chen Yanxiu suddenly let go of his hand, staggered back two steps, and looked down at his abdomen - blood was seeping out of his suit, and the dark red color was spreading rapidly.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the shooter in disbelief.
Chen Yanxiu's most trusted assistant stood in the shadows, smoke still coming out of the muzzle of his gun.
"He didn't betray you." The assistant's voice was as calm as if she were presenting a quarterly financial report. "I'm an undercover DEA agent, I've been working undercover for seven years."
Chen Yanxiu stared at him and suddenly smiled.
The laughter grew louder, finally turning into an almost frantic cough. He ripped open his blood-stained shirt, revealing a tattoo on his chest—a police badge identical to the one on Shen Yanbai's ID.
"What a coincidence." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp as a knife. "Economic Crime Investigation Division, No. 7749."
The entire basement fell into silence.
Zhou Yuan's breathing nearly stopped. She looked at the two brothers—one with messy silver hair, wild and flamboyant; the other with a bloodstained suit, elegant yet deadly—and suddenly realized that this game had been a sham from the beginning.
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