Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Wu Xiaojiu’s expression was cold and detached. “Do I look so much like an idiot that you think I’d believe you?”

He was completely unmoved now, and not a single word the other man said could get through to him.

Wang Xiao had not expected him to be this decisive. He stared at him for a moment, then pulled a small white pill from his pocket and held it out.

“When a man is on his deathbed, even his words turn kind. We were friends once, at least. I’m really not trying to screw you over.”

“I’ve never seen anyone get rich by kidnapping a friend.”

Wu Xiaojiu took the pill, went around Wang Xiao, and headed straight down the attic stairs.

He had only gone down a few steps when a shrill, broken scream rang out behind him.

“You don’t believe me at all. One day, you’ll believe me!

Even if I’m a liar, Bo Suihan isn’t any good either. That case from back then still hasn’t been cleared up. Someday, all of you will come down here and keep me company!”

The voice ended there, cut off all at once.

Wu Xiaojiu could not help glancing back, only to see a blaze of red.

At the same time, sirens sounded behind him.

…

Wu Yuting took the pill, and her condition quickly steadied.

Wang Xiao had died by suicide, one stab wound that killed him on the spot.

Maozi had reported it because he was afraid Wang Xiao would refuse to accept the outcome and do something even more extreme.

He had not expected to end up handling Wang Xiao’s corpse.

“You weren’t scared, were you?”

Anyone could tell from Wang Xiao’s condition that it was suicide. The conclusion was beyond doubt. Maozi directly brought over a stretcher, covered the body with a white sheet, and carried it away.

Wu Xiaojiu stood silently nearby, watching the scene with a somewhat dazed expression.

Bo Suihan walked over, rubbed his right hand to warm it up, then placed it against the back of Wu Xiaojiu’s neck.

“If you get scared, you’ll break out in a cold sweat. If you break out in a cold sweat, you’ll get sick and catch a cold. I’ll get you a blanket to wrap up in, and we can sit in the car and not watch anymore, all right?”

Wu Xiaojiu nodded, then shook his head, and finally let out a sigh.

“Bring me a blanket. I also have something I want to ask you.”

The two of them had been talking up in the attic, and Bo Suihan had not been idle downstairs either. He had already gone over his explanation from every angle.

He nodded, went to the car to get the small blue cashmere blanket, and wrapped Wu Xiaojiu up in it completely.

Although it was already autumn, the weather was still holding onto the last stretch of summer heat, and instead of cooling down, the air felt even more stifling. But after seeing Wang Xiao kill himself, Wu Xiaojiu was drenched from head to toe, his whole body damp with a thin sheen of sweat, and for some reason he was trembling as if chilled through.

Once the blanket was wrapped around him, he felt a little better. Wu Xiaojiu held both ends in his hands and tightened it around himself before lifting his head to meet Bo Suihan’s eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’ll be honest with you. About my sister, I really didn’t know…”

“No.”

Wu Xiaojiu cut him off. “I’m not asking about that. What’s the situation now with Miss Zhao, the nine heads, the unidentified corpse, and the Su Family?”

Bo Suihan had not expected him to ask about those things.

He froze. His hands kept rubbing against each other, and after a moment he turned his head, waved someone over, and lit a cigarette.

“That hard to answer?”

“Not exactly. After you disappeared, I didn’t pay much attention to those three matters except for the Su Family. Their side was easy enough to deal with. As long as the wood is thrown away, that’s enough.”

Bo Suihan’s hand holding the cigarette was trembling. By the end, even his voice had picked up a faint quiver. He lowered his head, his back slightly bent, completely unlike the triumphant, untouchable figure from the broadcast.

At this moment, he seemed once again like that boy who had lived under a bridge, young and insecure.

“Can we not talk about this anymore? Everything’s gotten better now. Can we talk about something else?”

Bo Suihan, carrying the scent of tobacco, leaned close to Wu Xiaojiu. His eyes were dim, and his tone was almost pleading.
“Use your connections to get me in. I want to see Miss Zhao with my own eyes.”

The words sounded like something Wu Xiaojiu himself would have said.

No matter what expression Bo Suihan wore, no matter how he pleaded, Wu Xiaojiu remained unmoved, as steady as Mount Tai.

In the end, even when the other man humbled himself to the point of meekness, Wu Xiaojiu still did as he pleased.

[Host, aren’t you afraid Long Aotian’s Affection Points will drop to zero if you keep this up?!]

The System was harshly condemning this behavior in his mind.

[I just feel a little tired. I can’t keep up with his emotional reactions right now. Besides, those three matters still have other hidden complications, and they can’t simply be treated as finished. There’s also the Bo Family case. Until these two things are resolved, there will always be a gulf between us.]

Bo Suihan gave a low hmm, taking it as agreement.

That attitude instead made the rough men brought over by the Dragon King Token somewhat unable to stomach it.

Especially those first-rank soldier kings. They were furious at Wu Xiaojiu’s arrogant, high-and-mighty attitude.

Ignoring the people beside him trying to stop him, one of them rushed forward in a single stride, pointed at Wu Xiaojiu, and immediately launched into a full-throated dressing-down.

“Kid, do you even know who he is, and you’re daring to talk like that? I never thought the Dragon King would have to swallow this kind of humiliation in your city. Believe it or not, I’ll make a call upstairs and drag your city’s GDP down by a huge chunk this year!”

Being cursed at with a finger nearly in his face, Wu Xiaojiu didn’t get angry.

Even when he saw Bo Suihan reach out to stop the man, he still looked unconcerned and replied, “Things are glorious now, but it’s not like back then, when the two of us were under a bridge, helpless in front of a group of burly men. If I were currying favor with him because of his power now, I wouldn’t have become friends with him back then.”

“Friends?”

The cigarette between Bo Suihan’s teeth trembled slightly, and ash fell in a rustling stream onto his expensive leather shoes.

That streak of red in the dim twilight was especially eye-catching.

“Do you really still take me as a friend?”

Bo Suihan wanted to turn back, but footsteps were already sounding behind him, and then his keys were taken away.

Wu Xiaojiu drove off in his car without looking back.

“Dragon King, you’re just going to let him act this arrogant? You’re already invincible under heaven and the richest man in the world. What is the Wu Family even worth? How dare he ride on your head like this?”

That soldier king was still furious.

He spat on the ground and sat down on the steps, cursing under his breath.

“And Dragon King, those three matters are still under investigation right now. If someone goes to investigate at this point, they’ll definitely find out something. Should we secretly arrange for people to obstruct him?”

Bo Suihan shook his head. The ember had already leapt into his eyes as he spoke.

“If we send people to block him, we’ll definitely be discovered.”

“Then what do we do? Those three matters are closely tied to the Wu Family. We can say we’ve already dealt the Wu Family a severe blow, and Wu Xiaojiu is one of their people. If they really dig up something, then wouldn’t that mean…”

The soldier king immediately grew angry and stood up.

“Then let me send people to kill him! Once Wu Xiaojiu is dead, the Wu Family will definitely decline. That’ll give our people enough time to deal with things, and the truth will surely be buried!”

“Shut up.”

Bo Suihan flicked ash onto his forehead. The soldier king clutched his head and howled, looking especially wronged.

“I’m only doing this for your sake! If that matter gets exposed, everything you’ve spent years preparing will definitely be affected. This doesn’t work, that doesn’t work. Then what are we supposed to do?”

The cigarette was almost burned out. The soldier king held out his hand and let Bo Suihan press the cigarette butt into his palm.

He heard the other man speak calmly, his expression distant to the extreme.

“Whether it’s fortune or disaster, let fate decide.”