Chapter 136
Police station.
York returned from the hotel, threw the file in his hand on the table, and ruffled his hair in frustration. "These people ran away too fast. There's no trace of them at all. And with Tang Yi's gang causing trouble, it's even harder to find them."
"Alvin has disappeared. It must have been them. Those weasels are skilled, cunning, and shrewd."
“Didn’t Ajef say he’s not in a hurry? Take your time, we’ll find it eventually.”
"Heh, that's what brothers are like, tsk... He's probably worried that Alvin will come back alive."
"Maybe, after all, aren't they competing for the position of head of the AZ branch?"
"These vampires are not people we can afford to offend. Let's do a good job, brothers. After we eat, let's go out and find them."
"Yes, sir."
"York, the chief wants to see you." York had just stood up when a colleague came over to call him.
"What's up? I'm busy right now." York said impatiently. He didn't want to see the chief's fat face at all; he always managed to make a mess of the case and make things more difficult for his subordinates.
"I don't know either." The colleague shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.
Knock knock knock!!!
"Come in."
York pushed open the door and entered. The chief's short, stocky figure came into view, and he immediately looked away in annoyance.
"York, you don't want to see me?" The chief raised an eyebrow.
"No, sir, you're very kind. I'm just very annoyed by Alvin's case; he's nowhere to be found."
“Oh, that’s perfect. That’s why I called you in. Alvin called me and said he went out to play, not that he’s missing. Also, he’s dropped the case in Chinatown, so you don’t need to worry about it anymore. Congratulations, York.” The chief said with a smile, his fat face looking somewhat distorted as he forced a smile.
York: !!!
"Is he crazy? How many times has he retreated?! Is he playing us for fools?" York slumped onto a stool in a fit of rage, his eyes bloodshot.
"York, control yourself, control yourself. Your temper is getting worse and worse. If you keep going like this, you might be sent abroad." The director raised his hand and gestured for York to be mindful of the consequences.
"Chief, is this my problem? Isn't this just Alvin and his gang abusing their power and police force? Does he think our police station is run for their capitalists?" York became agitated.
"Hey, York, you've gone too far. Get out of here right now. Alvin and his gang are not people we can afford to mess with. We're already being kind by not causing us any trouble. Don't be stupid enough to go looking for trouble. If you're unhappy, go out for a drink. Nobody's stopping you. Now, right now, get out!!!"
York: ...
After being kicked out, the glass door behind him slammed shut, clearly indicating that the bureau chief had been angered.
"York, you're throwing a tantrum again." His teammate came over and patted him on the shoulder. "York, you're an old man now. Don't be so naive. This world has its own rules, and this society is not something you or I can change. We can only go with the flow and follow the people in front of us."
"Want a drink, bro?" York put his hands on his hips, looking so annoyed he wanted to grab Alvin and beat him up.
"Hey, let's go," his teammate said with a grin, tossing the document in his hand and putting his arm around York's shoulder.
Inside the factory.
All twenty machines were delivered to the warehouse without exception.
After inspecting the goods and confirming that there were no problems, Xu Mu paid the bill.
"Boss, how do we get this batch of goods back? Customs won't let it through here."
"I have a way."
Fu Le originally planned to transport the equipment back directly using his spatial ability, but the military would eventually see it, and smuggling it back would only cause trouble for him.
"Go to an intermediary company in R country. They have companies that can buy things for you and bring them back from there."
“Okay, I’ll make the contact.” Xu Mu nodded and went to handle it with Yuan Lin.
Medical device specialty store.
Fu Le visited several shops in a row to buy pharmaceuticals and laboratory equipment. Although the supplies were not complete, he managed to buy a lot of equipment that was not available in China. The medical care here was indeed incomparable to that in China today.
When Fu Le came out of the specialty store again, he had basically bought all the pharmaceutical equipment he wanted.
However, as soon as I stepped out the door, I saw a black Peak car parked at the bottom of the steps, and two black men were slowly stuffing an unconscious Asian man into the car.
Are kidnapping people so blatant these days? One of them noticed she was watching and even winked at her.
Isn't that a bit too arrogant?
Moreover, the person who had fallen into a coma was someone they knew.
Just as Fu Le was about to step forward to stop them, someone grabbed her clothes from behind. "Girl, don't stop them. They're from Group Z. They only arrest people with yellow skin. If you go over there, you'll be arrested too." It was a white woman. She looked very serious and gripped Fu Le's clothes very tightly.
"Thank you, I understand." As soon as Fu Le replied, the Peak car had already closed its sliding door.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Girl, don't go out casually. The crime rate in the United States is the highest in the world."
"Thank you, beautiful lady." After thanking him, Fu Le immediately got back into his car, started the engine, and chased after the Peak car ahead.
The woman frowned and stood there watching Fu Le's car leave, before finally sighing after a long while.
Are they from the same country? Perhaps from that great Eastern country? Only they would help each other here.
Fu Le, of course, had no idea what the woman was thinking. She decided to wait until the car reached a less crowded area and then stop it.
There are probably many Chinese people in that Hillary Church. As the woman just said, this organization loves to arrest people of Asian descent.
In the last few seconds before he lost consciousness, Yang Fu'an realized that this time, he was truly doomed.
They must have already matched him successfully, after all, he had his blood drawn for testing several times at school.
He had heard his seniors say that every year several senior students would go missing. How they disappeared and where they went was never ever resolved. Their families would come, but before they could even make a scene, they would be arrested and sent back on some pretext. The school would never intervene.
Gone, gone. The best senior students who studied mechanical research and development had just disappeared not long ago. Everyone was in a state of panic, but they were unwilling to give up the academic certificates that were within their grasp. So they could only do their best to stick together for warmth and support, and except for necessities, they hardly went out.
He always considered himself lucky, and his life was simple, going back and forth between home and work. He never went to crowded places, but this time, it was his turn.
Even in his coma, Yang Fu'an still shed tears. He had no time to repay those who loved him, and he was about to die in a foreign land. How could he be willing to accept this?
In his hazy subconscious, Yang Fu'an only felt the car shaking violently, someone cursing in the Y language, and someone screaming. This situation did not last long before he was dragged out and thrown to the ground.
Have we reached our position? Are we about to be killed?
Fu Le slit the throats of the driver and the two black men, making sure they were dead, before dragging Yang Fu'an out of the car and feeding him an antidote pill.
Fu Le looked around the car, his gaze falling on it. Hmm, the performance is not bad. If this car were in China, it would probably sell for at least two or three hundred thousand yuan. He'll put it away when he gets back.
"Wake up, or I'm leaving!" Fu Le patted Yang Fu'an's face with his dagger.
The cool touch was somewhat stimulating, making Yang Fu'an shiver and open his eyes.
Blue skies and white clouds, green forests and grasses—all you can see.
"Where am I?" He thought he saw a girl who had been captured with him.
"Yang Fu'an, get up quickly, three people are dead."
Someone died! This realization instantly brought Yang Fu'an to his senses. He quickly got up from the ground and immediately recognized the three people lying on the ground as the people who had arrested him, one of whom was the driver.
"You saved me? Thank you!" Yang Fu'an wasn't stupid; he naturally knew that the girl in front of him had saved him. Looking at the gleaming dagger in her hand and the wounds on the necks of the three dead men, it wasn't hard to guess how they had died.
"Yang Fu'an, is this your student ID? Are you a second-year graduate student?" Fu Le handed over the student ID she had found, and the code for the Mechanical Engineering major on it was very eye-catching.
"Yes, yes, thank you." Yang Fu'an accepted the gift with both hands and bowed again to express his gratitude.
"Chinese?"
"How did you know?" Yang Fu'an was stunned. He always pretended to be from Japan when he went out so he wouldn't get beaten up. The residents in the neighborhood were very hostile towards him.
"You admire R?"
"No, people here are very hostile to people from our country, so it's less likely that we'll be attacked."
Fu Le: ...
"You have one more year until graduation. Are you going back to China or continuing your doctoral studies?"
"I'm not going to pursue a PhD anymore. I'm not planning to continue. I'll buy a plane ticket home right away. I'm already being watched, and I won't have the same luck next time." Yang Fu'an gave a bitter smile. He also wanted to continue his studies, but he wasn't allowed to go on. No matter what his dream was, survival was the most important thing. Otherwise, what's the use of a degree certificate if you're dead?
Fu Le smiled, his interest growing even stronger.
"Come on, I'll take you back, and we'll have a meal together."
Yang Fu'an?!
At the pizza shop, Fu Le ordered a table full of food.
Yang Fu'an, sitting upright, was puzzled as to what Fu Le was going to do.
He has no way to repay his savior at the moment, but he will definitely do so when the opportunity arises in the future.
"Eat first, then we'll talk," Fu Le said with a smile.
Fu Le casually picked up a piece of 'pancake' and took a bite, oh...
It tastes awful!!
Yang Fu'an was indeed hungry. He had been writing his thesis all night and had barely slept. He went out this morning to buy something, but he was arrested. This ordeal lasted for more than ten hours, and he was extremely hungry.
During the meal, Fu Le asked him about his situation at school. If he wasn't lying, his academic performance was among the best in his class, and he led several projects, which were only listed under his advisor's name because of his status.
It's common for students studying abroad to have their patents taken over by their supervisors, but Yang Fu'an remained calm about it.
"You take apart a type of machine for me, draw up the blueprints, and if the finished product is fine, I guarantee you can continue your studies until you don't want to anymore. After graduation, you'll work for me for ten years, how about that?"
Yang Fu'an?!
Is this for real?
"Your work period will start from the time you graduate and stop going to school. During your studies, I will pay for all your expenses. You don't need to spend time working anymore. You can focus on research and development. Of course, you will need to do some work occasionally."
Yang Fu'an stopped eating, downed a mouthful of cola, and took a breath before asking, "Can you guarantee my safety?"
"Yes, I'll ensure your safety. I'll rent you an apartment near the school and find a few people to protect you here. I'll cover all your expenses, and there will be people at the school to protect you. All you need to do is study hard and work for me after you graduate."
Yang Fu'an stared blankly at the girl opposite him, somewhat unable to believe what he was hearing. Could this be a dream he had before he died? Didn't the little match girl eventually see the roast chicken walking towards her?
Knowing that Yang Fu'an was somewhat incredulous, Fu Le didn't intend to settle everything in the pizza shop. "Eat quickly, and then we'll leave."
"Oh, okay."
An hour later, Yang Fu'an followed Fu Le to the warehouse.
"Boss, who is he?" Wang Li asked, somewhat puzzled when he saw Yang Fu'an, as he had never seen this person before.
"Yang Fu'an".
"Wang Li".
Xu Mu received a call from Fu Le and then went to deal with the rental matter.
Before nightfall, everyone, including Alvin, appeared at the rented villa.
Alvin was drugged and thrown into the storage room, where Wang Li guarded him.
"Yuan Lin, Xu Mu, you two accompany Yang Fu'an back to school tomorrow to ask for leave. Is a week enough?" The last sentence was addressed to Yang Fu'an.
This week is the time to disassemble the machine she bought.
"Ten days." Yang Fu'an thought about the machines he had seen in the warehouse. Although it might not take that long, he still habitually gave himself some extra time.
"Can."
After arranging everything, Fu Le made an overseas call to ask her counselor for leave. The counselor didn't say anything, but just told her to make up for the missed classes when she got back.
"Miss Fu." It was another late-night call, this time from Fu Le's personal cell phone.
"Mr. Ye seems to be used to nightlife, so he forgot that others need sleep?" Although she was just cultivating and not sleeping, she was still disturbed.
"Miss Fu, you seem to dislike me. I thought that after what happened last time, we were at least half friends."
"Is there something you need?" Fu Le didn't respond.
"Miss Fu, would you do me the honor of having a meal with me?"
"When? Address?"
This time, Ye Bin was a beat slower to react. He thought Fu Le would refuse again, as she seemed unwilling to have anything to do with them.
"How about tomorrow? I'll send someone to pick up Miss Fu tomorrow."
"No need, just give me your address, I'll come find you."
"Alright. Then tomorrow at 11:00 AM, I, Ye, will welcome Miss Fu. The address will be sent to your phone shortly."
"Okay." After saying that, Fu Le hung up the phone and continued his cultivation.
In the antique-style study, Ye Bin respectfully said to Seventh Master, who was sitting by the coffee table, "Seventh Master, Miss Fu has agreed."
"Yes, treat her well and find out whether she has any connection with Alvin."
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