He shouted toward the alley entrance, "Have the n fetched Young Master Guo yet? Hurry and bring him over for Xiao Shunzi to see, so he can rest easy."
Lian Musu stood behind Hu Miaomiao, having confird this person was indeed Hu Miaomiao, precisely as Lian Bingcheng had described in his cursing: fair-skinned, plump, verbose, with words more pleasant than song, and so forth.
Hearing the news from Guo Neng, Lian Musu straightened up and dropped his hands, his fists unconsciously clenching as he looked toward the alley entrance with a frosty expression.
Shortly after, a crisp "Yes" was heard in response; then footsteps approached and the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground followed.
Lian Musu instinctively walked forward a few steps, drawing closer to Hu Miaomiao, his eyes fixed on the heavy basket. Guo Neng, the long-lost Guo Neng—it seed heaven finally allowed this brute to fall into the net, a truly satisfying turn of events!
On Guo Shun’s end, he struggled to look back and saw a basket being thrown to the ground, inside which was Guo Neng, tightly bound and sitting as if stuck there, only his upper body and legs sticking out, resembling a pig or dog.
Sothing stuffed in Guo Neng’s mouth muffled his noises as he struggled desperately to break free from the basket, though to no avail. Beside him stood three expressionless n in black, positioned in a triangular defensive formation.
This solid defensive stance prompted a sudden feeling of helplessness in Guo Shun. He had seen this formation before, when they once silenced the He family, an extrely troubleso affair. Even at his best, he had no confidence in rescuing soone from such a formation, especially now that he was seriously injured.
The pudgy man spoke lightly, yet was extrely vigilant, always on guard against him...
Hu Miaomiao, on the other hand, was all smiles, her mouth full of cool remarks, "It’s a sin, too rough! After all, he’s Young Master Guo, how could you be so thoughtless, to tie soone up like this? He’s not an animal. Look, it really wrenches my heart..."
Her words were plentiful and dense, full of supposedly heartfelt concerns, yet they were all thunder without rain; no orders were given, the n tied him up just as they intended, without any consideration for dignity.
Guo Shun glared at him angrily, this ti truly enraged, but knowing it was futile, he did not engage further. Supporting himself with his uninjured hand on the ground, while the other shook slightly as he held his chest, he struggled to rise, each movent bringing a surge of intense pain that radiated through his organs. A mouthful of blood vomited from his throat, but ultimately he managed to rise, still bent at the waist.
He looked at Guo Neng, his voice hoarse, "Young Master..." he failed, not realizing the impending crisis.
Panic and anger filled Guo Neng’s eyes, frightened by the looming situation and angry at his treatnt. The outlook was bleak as he struggled while continuously making ’mmm’ noises, indicating he had sothing to say.
He was just about to leave the house when the n in black descended from nowhere, one of them seizing his neck. He initially thought they ant to crush his neck, this being his closest brush with death, which left him weak in the knees and too frightened to scream, as sothing tightly sealed his mouth. The basket behind him was yanked down, and before he could struggle, he was tightly bound and folded up inside it.
He now undeniably knew a fact — these n in black would truly kill him, regardless of whether his uncle was Xue Ping or anyone else!
He regretted not listening to Guo Shun. If there were still a chance, he would definitely wait two shichen, no, even one shichen would suffice. Perhaps then, he wouldn’t have encountered these n in black, right?
Upon seeing Guo Shun, he imdiately signaled for help with his eyes, urging Guo Shun to think of a way out. He had escaped once before; he could surely do it again, for Guo Shun was so clever.
Once Guo Shun understood, he bowed his head weakly and shook it. The n in black had such high martial arts skills that even if Guo Neng were untied, it would be difficult for him to escape uninjured. The ability to escape on that night hinged on the fast, crazed horse and the cover of darkness; now, none of these advantages were present.
Guo Neng’s eyes imdiately turned fierce with rage. Guo Shun looked up and understood his intentions. His mouth went dry and bitter. He nodded, almost imperceptibly, willing to risk his life to seek any possible chances, though hope was slim.
Hu Miaomiao noticed the silent exchanges and, with a happy smile, said, "Oh, Young Master Guo, you have sothing to say? I was wondering what was missing, and it turns out I hadn’t spoken with Young Master Guo yet. I fondly rember the delightful conversation we had that night. Seeing Young Master Guo today feels even more cordial. Co, let Young Master Guo speak a few words, let’s give him that dignity."
If it had been any other day, such words would have disgusted Guo Neng imnsely, but today, they sounded incredibly alluring. What he feared most was being taken away without having a chance to speak; that would an there was truly no hope left. Now, being allowed to speak, there was still a chance.
As the Shadow Guard removed the gag from his mouth, even before he could fully erge from the basket on their back, he blurted out incoherently, "Sir, you, as long as you let go, I’m willing to offer the Guo family’s ten thousand guan of wealth. Just pretend you never saw today and let go. You have nothing to lose, and with that much wealth, even if it’s divided among everyone here, it would be more than enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your lives and for your descendants."
"Oh?" Hu Miaomiao’s plump, fair face sported a skeptical look. This was the second ti soone had tried to bribe him with money; the He family father and son had done the sa thing earlier. Now Young Master Guo was doing the sa, which puzzled Hu Miaomiao. Did his honest appearance look corruptible?
Yet, it could an so extra pocket money for His Majesty, who was in need.
He concealed his reaction, his interest piqued as his eyes narrowed with a greedy glint, "Is Young Master Guo serious? You’re not trying to deceive ? As far as I know, your family’s assets have already been seized by the Internal Guard Bureau. Where are these ten thousand guan?"
Guo Neng, sensing an opportunity, grew more hopeful, not even minding the rough way the Shadow Guard yanked him out of the basket.
Discussing the wealth of the Guo family, he reverted to the haughty deanor of the Guo family’s reigning young master, "Those are just for show to others." As for who those ’others’ were, only he knew. It was all to show Xue Ping, while also avoiding drawing too much attention.
The He family was already wealthy, but compared to the Guo family, they were but a drop in the ocean. His Guo family’s wealth was enough to tempt anyone, and Hu Miaomiao wouldn’t know the exact extent. He could save so for himself later, preserve his life, change his identity, and rise again.
Finally erging from the basket, Guo Neng stood straight and declared, "Since my grandfather’s ti, the Guo family has prospered, with businesses spread across the world, amassing wealth over decades. I won’t claim it’s enough to rival a nation, but it’s certainly sufficient to buy several cities. Everyone says that the Li Family Firm is the foremost in the world, but compared to the Guo family, this Li Ang is nothing but a fraud, rely fishing for fa and fooling the lowly and ignorant by playing the good Samaritan in front of them. What a joke!"
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