Chapter 89: Chapter 89: We Really Are Here to Clean the Sewers
The villa was enormous. He was almost lost. Xiaobao must have loved living here; an environment perfect for hide-and-seek was something many people dreamed of.
He arrived in the courtyard. The sound he had just heard seemed to be coming from over there.
Looking up at the night sky, he saw stars twinkling. The beautiful night put him in a pleasant mood.
He walked across the grass towards the source of the sound.
He stared at the manhole cover, lost in thought.
"How could the sound be coming from here?"
He squatted down, observing the motionless manhole cover, finding it very strange.
Inside the monitoring room...
The bodyguards were enjoying iced cola and freshly delivered fried chicken, living the good life.
They were all professionally trained bodyguards, the kind who would be highly sought after anywhere else. Of course, there were also a few who were just there to make up the numbers.
For example, those who got in through connections.
Yang Zhenhu was one such special case. He lacked any real skills and his combat ability was extremely low, but he had memorized the bodyguard manual by heart. Combined with his fierce appearance, he actually looked quite intimidating.
Ordinary petty thieves, upon seeing his face, generally wouldn't dare to move.
Yang Zhenhu, sipping his cola and munching on fried chicken, rubbed his eyes as he looked at the monitor. "Hey, come take a look. What's that guy doing? Wandering around the backyard in the middle of the night is pretty creepy."
He was curious about the friends his young master associated with.
What were they thinking?
The friends he made were so bizarre.
"Mind your own business. That's the young master's friend. We're only responsible for the young master's safety."
"We can't say that. The two friends the young master knows are both mentally ill. They're capable of anything. As far as I know, the most common cause of death for the mentally ill is their own doing."
"If we don't do anything and something happens..."
"We'll definitely be fired."
"We'll lose our 30,000 yuan monthly salary."
"No one will pay our social security and housing fund."
"No more good life with free food and accommodation."
They listed all the terrible consequences, then looked at each other and hurried towards the backyard.
Yang Zhenhu finished his cola in one gulp and followed behind. It was because of this job that he had finally gotten on his feet. Everyone envied him.
Being able to protect the future richest man was such an honor.
Lin Fan had been squatting by the manhole cover for a while.
He was pondering something.
Why did he just hear a sound, and a sound from inside the sewer? Could it be that he had superpowers?
Hmm!
He found it incredible.
A flashlight beam shone on him.
"Mr. Lin, what are you doing?" Yang Zhenhu asked respectfully.
This was the young master's friend, a distinguished guest. Just because someone was mentally ill didn't mean they should be treated disrespectfully. They all knew the young master's temper. No matter who was right or wrong, in the end, it would be the bodyguards who were at fault.
"My name is Lin Fan."
"Okay, I understand, Mr. Lin," Yang Zhenhu replied.
Lin Fan glanced at him, sensing something was off about the man, but he wouldn't discriminate against anyone. They were all Xiaobao's bodyguards, so they should be good people, right?
"I heard a sound coming from inside," Lin Fan said, pointing at the manhole cover. "Come take a look with me. It's quite strange."
The bodyguards exchanged glances, a glint of money-driven obedience in their eyes.
The young master's friend couldn't be offended.
If he asked them to look, they would look.
Never forget that he was mentally ill.
Soon, a group of bodyguards surrounded the manhole cover, squatting down just like Lin Fan. The night wind was a bit boisterous, and although it was chilly, everything felt perfectly natural.
Inside the sewer...
Zhou Hu led his underlings through the filth. The disgusting environment couldn't deter their determination to kidnap Qian Xiaobao.
"Remember what I said. This time, we need to be decisive and quick. After this job, we'll all be millionaires, and a life of luxury will be ours for the rest of our lives," Zhou Hu said.
"Boss, what about the first half of our lives?" His underling seemed a bit slow.
Zhou Hu said gravely, "The first half of our lives is us working in the sewers."
The sewer was safe.
No strange incidents involving hidden monsters occurred.
They reached their destination; the manhole cover was right above them.
Zhou Hu knew he was someone who thrived on danger. It was impossible for him to do a normal job. He once had his fortune told by a master.
The master had told him seriously:
Your latter half of life will be spent walking in darkness, and the world will become a better place because of you.
He didn't understand what it meant.
But he understood that if he lived in ancient times, he would definitely be a powerful figure, more like a leader of a rebellion.
He climbed up the metal ladder and pushed open the manhole cover.
The scent of money wafted towards him.
Light illuminated the darkness, and his eyes brightened.
The chirping of insects was particularly shrill in the night.
Several flashlight beams shone on his face, capturing every subtle change in his expression.
The light was a bit dazzling.
He shielded his eyes.
Once his eyes adjusted, he saw the situation around him. A group of people were squatting around, just staring at him.
Zhou Hu was a little nervous. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, swallowing not saliva, but shock.
"If I said I was here to clean the sewers, would you believe me?"
He didn't even believe his own words.
Zhou Hu had always been most proud of the scar on his face – a symbol of his dominance, his fierceness, his unparalleled ruthlessness.
But now, he felt the scar wasn't such a good thing.
It made him look like a bad guy.
The bodyguards pulled Zhou Hu out of the sewer.
"Easy, easy, I'm hurt."
"My little brother is still down there. Please pull him out too."
The underling followed behind his boss, still not understanding what was happening. He saw countless hands reaching into the bright opening of the manhole, and he screamed in terror.
Ghosts! There are ghosts!
Those were ghost hands, they were going to tear him apart. He didn't have a girlfriend yet, he hadn't even hooked up with Xiao He, the masseuse.
The night was so quiet.
Zhou Hu and his underling squatted against the wall with their hands on their heads.
"We really are here to clean the sewers," Zhou Hu said with an ingratiating smile that, combined with his expression, looked rather disgusting.
"Shut up!" the bodyguards snapped.
They hadn't expected anyone to try to enter through the sewers. If Mr. Lin hadn't noticed in time, with them drinking cola and eating fried chicken, they might have really missed it.
Lin Fan said, "Have we met before?"
Zhou Hu looked at Lin Fan's face, his heart sinking. Damn, wasn't this the monster who hadn't even been scratched by several bullets that day?
What was he doing here?
Damn it!
"I don't think so, but I've cleaned a lot of people's sewers. Maybe I cleaned yours," Zhou Hu said.
He was a domineering man.
He wished all these people, including the one who seemed impervious to bullets, would leave, leaving only the short one.
He, Zhou Hu, would show him what a real villain was.
But right now...
He really was just there to clean the sewers.
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