Chapter 1645 - 846: Storm Within the Heart (Part 2)

"Yes!"

A minute later, he sat in a chair at Ji Jue's restaurant, his trembling hands holding a teacup, ignoring the scalding temperature.

He raised his head and drank it all down without hesitation.

He couldn't tell if it was good or bad, nor taste the flavor, but it seemed he had never had such good tea.

So sweet.

Sweet enough to bring tears to his eyes.

.

.

"Something's wrong, Brother Gold Hair!"

In the smoke-filled private room, the door suddenly swung open as a junior hurried in, disregarding manners, stuttering: "Someone just saw Ling, he, he just returned to the Guili Building!"

"... "

Gold Hair Boy held a cigarette, turned back to look, and frowned: "Guili is his turf, when does he not go back? Is there something wrong with your brain, huh?"

"No, no."

The junior was gasping for breath, looking anxious: "He, he's sitting in Mr. Ji's special car!"

"What?"

Everyone at the card table paused, someone couldn't help but interject: "Hey, Snake Man, are you sure you didn't see wrong?"

"Absolutely true, crystal clear!"

Snake Man raised his phone, showing Ling Shuo's spirited image and the license plate on the car, clearly reflected before everyone.

The entire card table fell into silence, everyone looked at each other, bewildered.

They didn't doubt Ling's common sense; kidding, the sky over Seven Cities hasn't changed! With eight hundred guts, he wouldn't dare touch that car without Mr. Ji's permission, right?

The only possibility is that Mr. Ji specifically sent his car to pick him up?

No, why give him such special treatment?

Soon, more news came from the juniors: "Found out, last night Ling Shuo ran straight to Mr. Ji's door and kneeled all night!"

"Damn, really?"

"Did he screw up something, begging Mr. Ji for mercy?"

While others discussed, Gold Hair remained unfazed, shaking his head while smoking: "Impossible, everything was fine at last night's meeting. If he really made a mistake Mr. Ji couldn't bear, kneeling wouldn't help. Keep an eye out, none of you spread false rumors."

"But Brother Gold Hair, I feel like Mr. Ji is giving you a hint here."

A junior sitting below heard what happened last night, froze, and suddenly his eyes brightened, "Didn't he once say a person must rely on themselves?"

At critical moments, your own people are most reliable!

The bald guy in Iron Hook District dared to oppose Mr. Ji, surely Mr. Ji is upset, is this a hint for us to take out that guy and seize a chance?"

Once the words were spoken, everyone at the card table froze, looked at each other, but in the silence, their eyes couldn't help but show excitement.

"Yeah, it's possible, isn't it?"

"If we take the initiative..."

The so-called White Deer subordinates were all lawless at heart, and to rise to power, they would stop at nothing, not minding murder and arson.

No matter how tough the bald guy is, he's still human, if we find an opportunity, just one shot...

"Mobiya?"

Gold Hair Boy frowned, subconsciously switched to Cliff City dialect, shook his head decisively: "No way!"

He slammed his big and small King cards on the table, glancing at the junior who made the suggestion: "Alright, tell me, last month you owed four hundred at Old Ling's gambling den, when you came to me to settle it, what did you say?"

The junior was caught off guard, embarrassed, "Brother, Brother Gold Hair, help me?"

"Of course, if you were like Old Ling, holding a teacup and jabbering from weather to almanac for half an hour, how would I know what you meant?"

Gold Hair spat, angrily reprimanded: "Shit, in the end, he ripped up the IOU right in front of me, once I figured it out, it was so awkward!

I almost really thought he loved reading the almanac!"

"Brother Gold Hair is awesome!"

The junior praised and fawned, but only made Gold Hair more annoyed, throwing the rest of the poker onto the table, "Get lost, do you think people are trying to impress me? Crazy!

People are showing Mr. Ji face, can't be bothered with you worthless idiots, got it?!"

"Even you know my brain doesn't work well, don't you think Mr. Ji knows?"

Gold Hair Boy's final warning: "If Mr. Ji arranges something, he has his reasons, not something for you to guess!

This time I'll pretend I didn't hear, next time if anyone else dares think up such reckless ideas, don't bother asking permission from the boss, I'll personally see them off, understand!"

Immediately, various responses came from the deathly silent private room, under Gold Hair Boy's cold gaze, the juniors who were originally laughing and joking all nodded, quiet as cicadas.

Until the knife unknowingly driven into the card table was pulled out by Gold Hair Boy, now chipped in his anger, thrown into the trash bin.

"Alright, get lost and do your job."

Gold Hair Boy finally waved to disperse the juniors.

Originally playing cards happily, but now completely disrupted.

"What a mess." He shook his head, irritated.

"Gold Hair Boy, always so soft and gentle, isn't gonna last long?"

A hoarse voice rang out, the Heart Core, like an old fisherman, kept his head down, focused on weaving string figures.

Throughout, he sat in the corner, yet was barely noticed by anyone.

After observing the whole affair, as an external brain, he couldn't help but offer advice: "Desert Market treats subordinates like fiercely hungry beasts, if you keep sparing the rod, the little brats underneath won't stay obedient over time.

Those newcomers already seem desperate to shine, no matter how well-intentioned you are, you may not be able to persuade them."

"I know."

Gold Hair Boy rarely showed a bit of anxiety, after pondering for a while, he finally made a decision: "Uncle Yu, keep an eye on them, if all advice fails... I'll handle it personally!"

Can't let these garbage ruin Mr. Ji's plans.

"Then what are you worried about inside?"

The old fisherman sighed, reminded: "You said it right before, without the brains, don't overthink, this is the best way of life for you."

"It's not about those things, you know, it's just an indescribable premonition..."

Gold Hair Boy scratched his chin, trying to find words:

"Mr. Ji might really make a big move next."

The old fisherman's actions paused momentarily, he finally lifted his head to look over, seemingly scrutinizing:

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know!"

Gold Hair Boy spread his hands, showing his usual bewilderment, like he was drooling: "I can't say, it's just a feeling, you know, a feeling."

For a moment, the old fisherman was speechless, unable to respond.

Unsure whether to admire or pity.

This kid, if considered dumb, he's not dumb. He just lacks education, doesn't think, yet this beast-like intuition is terrifyingly sharp.

Can always inexplicably catch traces others can't see, then after a baffling analysis, come to a chaotic yet strangely fitting conclusion.

Perhaps this time he's guessed right too!

It's not just him after all.

Last night, while sitting in the car outside, waiting for Gold Hair Boy to return from the meeting, didn't I feel the same?

After the meeting ended, the figure gradually making me afraid to look directly still personally saw Gold Hair Boy out the door, expression gentle, smile soft.

Only for a moment, when our gazes accidentally crossed, the old fisherman glimpsed an illusionary chill of a frigid storm.

Malice, cruelty, and mercilessness, fleeting, like a silent brewing in the dark night, a violent tsunami about to engulf everything.

He stopped talking.

In the silence, the phone suddenly rang, the caller ID showed only one label.

Gold Hair Boy paused, overjoyed.

[Boss]