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translator: Eve
editor: kara

No one had expected for Xiao Shenglin’s disaster to arrive so soon.

Because the method most likely to be used by Xiao Baicong was a staged car accident, Xiao Shenglin didn’t drive his car back after their meal. He instead sat in the backseat of Song Xuanhe’s car. Zhou Nan had originally ridden in Xiao Shenglin’s car, so he also joined them.

Ruyi Pavilion was a quiet escape within a bustling city. There weren’t any residences or parks near the restaurant. There were tall trees on either side of the road leading out of the area. A little further away was a construction area, so there weren’t many people around. The straight segment of the road was short, but it was very close to a winding road. It would be very easy for an accident to occur here.

Their target was Xiao Shenglin. They would probably prefer to keep things low-key, so they probably wouldn’t do anything with Song Xuanhe and Zhou Nan also on board. But with danger imminent, it was inevitable that the three of them would still be nervous despite their calm analysis.

Song Xuanhe was extremely vigilant against any cars that might appear from the winding road. After having driven for a long time on the flat road, they gradually made their way onto a main road, and the traffic also increased. The three people in the car slowly relaxed.

“It should be fine now.”

Like Song Xuanhe, Zhou Nan and Xiao Shenglin also thought that Xiao Baicong’s people wouldn’t make a move in such a crowded place. If a car accident was to occur here, many other vehicles would likely be implicated as well. It would attract a lot of attention. That was definitely not something Xiao Baicong would want.

As the tension subsided, they began to make guesses on whether the people following Xiao Shenglin were Xiao Baicong’s people or an organization he hired.

In the beginning, they had thought that they were Xiao Baicong’s people. But after Zhou Nan’s joke, they felt like it was more likely that he had hired some outside people to get the job done.

It would be safer, more discreet, and easier to frame Xiao Yuanmu that way, after all.

If this was the case, Xiao Shenglin was in more danger than Song Xuanhe had initially thought. Although it seemed like assassins were no longer a part of their world, they knew that they still existed. They were not covert, mysterious, lithe martial arts masters like in novels either. They were international criminals.

These kinds of people had no hope for tomorrow. They were the type to live in the moment. Their methods were cruel and hard-to-predict. They would do the work they were paid to do without any misgivings of any possible consequences. They were insane.

If Xiao Baicong had found such people, Xiao Shenglin’s survival rate would become abysmally low.

Luckily, Song Xuanhe knew that Xiao Shenglin was supposed to die in a discreet car accident. But at the same time, because he knew about this, he had been more inclined to think that Xiao Baicong had sent his own subordinates.

“It’s fortunate that we’re in China. Xiao Baicong is wary of the local authorities. Besides, he hasn’t succeeded the Xiao Family. He can’t act too recklessly.” Zhou Nan frowned. It wasn’t clear whether he was comforting his friends or himself.

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