Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1675 The Dead Are the Safest

"boss……"

"What's wrong? Is there something else? The longer you delay, the sooner Fu Yanchen will find out. You can't leave even if you don't want to. Who told you to take it upon yourself to drug Xu Xiaoxiao?"

The fried chicken shop owner had nothing to say.

"It's not that I don't want to leave, it's just... my parents, you..."

His words were broken and fragmented by his nervousness, each word seeming to be uttered with all his might.

He was really worried about his parents, who were over sixty years old. Their health was poor, and he had to take care of them on a daily basis. Now that he was leaving, he didn't know when he would return, what kind of situation his parents would face, or what would happen to them in the future.

The man inside the car tilted his head slightly, his face still completely obscured by a mask and sunglasses, making it impossible to see his expression.

He was silent for a moment, then his voice was low and cold, as if it came from an ice cellar: "Don't worry, I will take care of them, just like my parents, OK." His tone was flat and without any emotion.

The fried chicken shop owner was still worried after hearing this, but he had no other choice at the moment.

He gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, mixed with a hint of greed, and said, "Fine, I'll leave... but... the money... must be in my account now... even brothers should keep clear accounts; we're just business partners."

He knew that by offending Fu Yanchen, he had been drawn into a dangerous deal. If things were exposed, he would be doomed and completely wiped out. Who was Fu Yanchen? A figure like an emperor in the capital. He wouldn't touch this person unless absolutely necessary.

Now that things have gone wrong, his boss is sacrificing him to save himself. He has to get the money he's owed before he leaves, give it to his parents, and secure their future.

A murderous glint flashed in the man's eyes inside the car, instantly freezing the surrounding air.

However, the murderous aura was hidden by the sunglasses, so the fried chicken shop owner couldn't see it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold, dangerous smile appeared on his lips, as if mocking the fried chicken shop owner's overestimation of his abilities.

But he didn't react immediately. Instead, he coldly instructed the person in the driver's seat, "Assistant, give it to him."

The assistant sat in the driver's seat, upright and with a stern expression.

Upon hearing his boss's instructions, he didn't hesitate at all and quickly took out a card from his wallet.

It gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light, like a key that unlocks the door to evil.

The assistant opened the car window and handed the card to the fried chicken and burger shop owner who was standing outside the car door, his face hidden from view.

The voice was calm and indifferent as it said, "Here's the money you wanted. The PIN is on the back of the card. Take the money and do as the boss says right away. Don't try anything funny, or else... you know what will happen."

The fried chicken shop owner took the card, gently stroking its edge with his fingers, savoring the hard-won sense of security.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said, "Don't worry, I will leave as agreed and will not appear in front of you again."

After saying that, he slowly took a few steps back.

The man inside the car watched the fried chicken shop owner's actions with a disdainful smile.

He waved slightly, signaling his assistant to start the car.

The assistant understood and started the car. The black sedan, like a black beast, slowly drove away in the darkness, leaving only a cloud of dust and the lonely figure of the fried chicken shop owner.

The fried chicken shop owner stood there, watching the car drive away, motionless for a long time, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He didn't know if his decision was right or wrong, or where the future would lead him...

The car drove away, and the assistant sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes focused and alert on the road ahead.

He would occasionally glance at the rearview mirror, checking for any suspicious vehicles following him.

After a long while, once he was sure there was nothing unusual around the car, he breathed a slight sigh of relief. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but say, "Boss, are we just going to let him leave like this? What if... Fu Yanchen finds out, and we'll be exposed?"

His voice was low, tinged with worry and unease. After all, this matter was of great importance, and any mistake could have unimaginable consequences.

The man in the back seat leaned back, his head tilted slightly, his face still completely covered by a mask and sunglasses, making it impossible to see his expression.

Upon hearing his assistant's words, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cold and cruel smile. He let out a low "heh" sound, as if mocking his assistant's worries.

"Leave? Don't worry, he won't reach the border."

"Young Master... you had a backup plan?"

"Of course, we can't go unprepared for this mission. Even if we do reach the border and cross the checkpoint, there will be someone to take care of him there. The dead are the safest."

His tone was flat and emotionless, as if he were talking about something insignificant, but the murderous intent in his words instantly lowered the temperature inside the car.

The assistant suddenly understood after hearing his boss's words, and his previously anxious heart was finally at ease.

He nodded slightly and said, "I see, boss is wise. In this way, we have no worries at all."

He both admired and feared his boss's methods. In this world full of intrigue and struggle, only someone as ruthless and meticulous as his boss could remain invincible.

The man in the back seat didn't speak again. He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was conserving his energy.

His body was slightly relaxed, but his hands remained clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Neither Nan Yifeng nor Fu Yanchen are easy to deal with.

"The struggle will only get more intense from now on. I want Nan Yifeng and Fu Yanchen dead."

The man thought to himself, a fierce and resolute glint in his eyes. They had caused his family to be destroyed.

Now, to achieve his goals and seek revenge, he will stop at nothing, even if it means getting his hands stained with blood.

The assistant saw in the rearview mirror that the boss had closed his eyes and knew he wanted to rest for a while.

He gently adjusted the car's speed to make the ride smoother and minimize bumps so as not to disturb his boss. "Young Master, please rest," the assistant said softly, his voice gentle and respectful.

The car continued speeding through the darkness, heading in an unknown direction.

The man inside the car was lost in his own thoughts, his mind filled with images of his struggles with Nan Yifeng and Fu Yanchen.

A terrifying storm is about to break, and he is the key figure who will stir it up.

At the hospital...