vstars Chapter 524 We'd rather die together!
Chapter 524 We'd rather die together!
Outside the mining area.
The off-road vehicle rolled over the gravel road on the outskirts of the mining area, and the gravel kicked up by the tires hit the chassis, making a series of crisp sounds.
Han Xi took the key out of the box, put it in his pocket, opened the car window, and threw the box out.
In the rearview mirror, the lights in the mining area grew smaller and smaller, eventually shrinking into a blurry orange dot before being swallowed up by the thick darkness of the night.
"The private military camp was located on a flat area deep in the woods."
Jiang Bei gripped the steering wheel and swerved sharply, the car scraping against the thick trunk of a baobab tree.
“There are three factions in the camp. Besides the second-in-command placed by Han Shuo, there are the loyalists sent by the local warlords, who make up about 30%, and the rest are just scattered soldiers who follow whoever pays them.”
Han Xi tapped his fingertips on his knee, his gaze fixed on the dark woods through the windshield: "What's the top leader's name?"
"Old Scar".
Jiang Bei scoffed, "He has a scar on his left cheek, running from his brow bone to his chin. It's said that he was slashed by his opponent with a machete when they were fighting over a gold mine. This guy is very greedy. Han Shuo paid him 20% more than the military government to keep him in check."
Deng Xiulin, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly spoke up: "The military government is only besieging the area without attacking; they're probably just waiting to reap the benefits."
"Of course they want to."
Han Xi smirked, "In Mamba, power comes from the barrel of a gun. If Old Scar knows what's good for him, I wouldn't mind doubling his money."
The car bumped and jolted into an open field, its headlights sweeping across rows of canvas tents.
A sentry brandishing an AK47 demanded an answer. Jiang Bei honked his horn and gave a coded signal, at which point the sentry slowly lowered his gun.
As soon as the SUV came to a stop, a tall, burly man lifted the curtain and emerged from the main tent. The scar on his left cheek gleamed bluish-white in the moonlight; it was Old Scar.
Behind him followed a lean, middle-aged man with a sinister look in his eyes.
It goes without saying that it was Li Kui, Han Shuo's confidant and second-in-command.
Before Old Scar could speak, Li Kui interrupted, "Who are you? Who gave you permission to barge in! This is Han Shuo's territory!"
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Bei had already pulled out a gun from his back waist, the muzzle of which was steadily pointed at Li Kui's forehead.
The private soldiers around the tent instantly raised their guns, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Territory?"
Han Xi pushed open the car door, walked up to Old Scar in his military boots, and pulled a bulging envelope from his pocket. "The military government people are waiting outside the woods. Do you think they're here to help Han Shuo, or to recruit you?"
Old Scar's gaze fell on the envelope, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
"Don't forget what surname the Fourth Master Han you mentioned is."
Han Xi said slowly, "The Han family is still under his control. He can't protect you now, and he can't give you the amount you want."
“Follow me from now on, this amount will be paid monthly.” He held up three fingers.
Li Kui grew anxious: "Old Scar! Don't forget how well Fourth Master has treated you all these years!"
"Shut up."
Old Scar suddenly spoke, the scar on his face twitching slightly, "Fourth Master? He's barely able to protect himself right now, how could he possibly care about Mamba's affairs?"
He took the envelope from Han Xi, weighed it in his hand to gauge its thickness, and grinned greedily. "Young Master Han, is that right? You're quite generous, but..."
He looked at Li Kui, "What should we do with this person?"
Han Xi didn't speak, but simply raised his chin.
Jiangbei understood and struck Li Kui on the back of the neck with the butt of his rifle.
Li Kui didn't even have time to react before he groaned and collapsed to the ground.
The private soldiers around them looked at each other, none of them daring to make a move.
They follow Old Scar because they're after money; it doesn't matter who's the boss.
Seeing this, Old Scar immediately shouted to his men, "Lock Li Kui up! From now on, Young Master is our new master!"
Han Xi nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked towards the SUV: "Jiangbei, gather fifty people, come with me."
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the top-floor suite of Haihuang International in Haicheng was even more tense than in a private military camp.
Xu Fangye's men surrounded the living room, with bodyguards forming a protective circle around Song Yuchen, who was standing against the French windows.
Song Yuchen's knife was pressed tightly against Fang Li's carotid artery, the blade already halfway embedded. Beads of blood seeped out and slid down Fang Li's neck, dripping onto the off-white floor like a bewitching flower in bloom.
"Song Yuchen! If you hurt Guobao, you won't be leaving this warehouse!"
"I didn't want to hurt her! You're the ones forcing me to!"
Song Yuchen's eyes were bloodshot. "Let me go, or I'll make her pay with her life!"
Fang Li's body was trembling. She bit her lip tightly and didn't make a sound. Her eyes were fixed on Xu Fangye, filled with fear.
Xu Fangye's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists. The bodyguards behind him were about to pounce, but he raised his hand and held them down.
Ten minutes had passed, and he dared not make any rash moves.
Song Yuchen was clearly aware of this as well, and he continued to confront them.
"what would you like?"
Xu Fangye's voice was hoarse, "Money? Car? Plane? I can give you anything."
Song Yuchen grinned maliciously: "I want Xu Fangli! Can you give her to me?"
The sea breeze blowing in from the window carried a salty, fishy smell and ruffled the stray hairs on Fang Li's forehead.
"What did you say?" Song Yuchen frowned.
Fang Li suddenly spoke, her voice trembling but clear: "Song Yuchen, you can't escape... I'm not yours either..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Yuchen tightened his grip on the knife, causing Fang Li to groan in pain.
Xu Fangye's pupils suddenly contracted, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I can't escape and you can't leave either, Fang Li. We are destined to be together. Even if we can't live as husband and wife, we will die together!"
"Song Yuchen, are you crazy!"
"Yes! I'm insane! But you guys drove me insane!"
Song Yuchen suddenly seemed about to cry, her eyes red as she roared, "I love you so much, all I want is to start over with you, why can't you say yes!"
"You love me? Is this what you call love?"
"No, I don't want this either. I just want you to promise me that you'll be with me... Fang Li, please promise me."
Fang Li gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "You're dreaming!"
Seemingly provoked by her, Song Yuchen suddenly burst into manic laughter and tears: "Why? Why can't I!"
Xu Fangye's heart sank suddenly, and a surge of ruthlessness welled up within him as he felt worried.
He stared into Song Yuchen's eyes, his brows furrowing: "You want Fang Li? Fine, as long as you release her now, I can take you to see Grandpa right now!"
He paused, then said, word by word, "Song Yuchen, if you want to be the son-in-law of the Xu family, you're not qualified!"
Song Yuchen turned to look at Xu Fangye, clearly not believing his words.
He sneered, "Delaying time? Unless you issue a statement right now declaring the marriage between the Xu and Han families null and void, and that Fang Li's future husband is me, Song Yuchen, otherwise..."
The words have not yet fallen.
The moment Song Yuchen looked down at Fang Li, Xu Fangye's dark eyes narrowed, and he suddenly pounced on the two of them.