Chapter 1690: Blood Money

The pretty boy puffed his cheeks but couldn’t say a word, watching helplessly as Yaen Chi returned to the car.

He’s quite the boss!

Only then did his subordinates dare to gather around, their scarred faces looking as fierce and evil as Fierce Ghosts.

“Young master, we can’t let him go, he killed two of our brothers!”

“Yeah! We must make sure his life stays here!”

The pretty boy stepped aside, “You guys go ahead.”

“…”

Alright, fine, you want to play it like this!

“You’re not going to stand up for us?”

“Stand up for what? You were all shouting passionately just now, but earlier when he fired three shots at me, why didn’t any of you rush forward? Don’t use your status to boss me around, you guys are my dad’s people, not mine. When splitting the loot from robberies, I never blinked an eye!”

The more the pretty boy spoke, the angrier he got, and he kicked out, striking whoever was closest.

“And what happened? When real danger came, each of you hid faster than a monkey. Damn it, I almost died! My dad only has me, I can’t reproduce, should I adopt one of you?”

Everyone: “…”

The pretty boy took a deep breath, cautiously glanced at Yaen Chi, then looked away, his voice much quieter when he spoke again, “You’ve all seen it, this guy isn’t someone we can handle. The fifty thousand was to buy his life.”

“Are we just going to let him go like that?”

“What else are you going to do?” The pretty boy stared them down, “We can’t beat him, are you going to throw more people into the mix?”

No one dared to respond.

They had all seen it with their own eyes, the man didn’t even go through the motions of aiming. It was like his hand could automatically find the right position. Two people were dead before anyone even reacted.

“Cold-blooded killer,” they actually witnessed it in reality.

It was damn creepy!

They were all yelling bravely, but none dared to charge forward.

“I don’t want a single cent of that fifty thousand, it’s all yours. As for those who died, deal with it yourselves, if they still have family, give them a bit more.”

The pretty boy rubbed his face; he was so scared earlier he went numb, his cowardly appearance was seen by his subordinates, losing face, so he had to put on a fierce facade, “Go grab some food and drinks and put them in my car.”

At his command, two of them immediately went to the supermarket, carried out a few boxes of items, deliberately taking a wide detour on their way back, none dared to pass by the car window, afraid that a gun might stretch out from the window.

The pretty boy rolled his eyes, muttering a few insults at the cowards. He opened the rear door, leaned half his body in, and with a fawning smile already on his face, bent over, “Big brother, our station has hot water, you want some instant noodles? I’ll make you a cup?”

Yaen Chi lifted his eyes, “Call me grandpa.”

“Grandpa, you want instant noodles?”

Yaen Chi chuckled, “Sure, go make it.”

“Alright! Wait a moment.”

The pretty boy swiftly ran off.

The car window was open, at the gas station in the desert, with transparency on all sides, the night wind stirred up sand into little whirlwinds, dust flew everywhere, if you’re not careful, it would sneak into your clothes. Yaen Chi squinted, staring at a water-drop-shaped pendant lamp under the eaves, the dense sand looked like spots of insects.

The woman in the driver’s seat got out, closed the back door, then sat back in.

She took a piece of bread from the drawer and handed it back.

“Handsome, want some? It’s not poisoned.”

Yaen Chi leaned back slightly, his body unmoved, only his eyes slanted down for a glance, not at the bread, but at the woman’s hand. She had a multicolored stone bracelet hanging on her wrist.