"It's good that she's not interfering," Cui Mantong said with a smile as she snuggled into Cui Tong's embrace. "If she interferes, I'll handle it."
"Silly girl, you don't need to do this kind of thing yourself," Cui Tong replied with a laugh. "This is my job, and besides, your mission now is to protect yourself and our baby."
Cui Mantong touched her belly. "The baby has been so well-behaved lately. Perhaps she knows you're tired and is staying put in my tummy."
"She's such a little angel, as cute as you, Mantong. It's getting late, we should rest."
"Will you be busy again tomorrow?" Cui Mantong asked, looking at Cui Tong's chin, an inexplicable sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
"Almost, but it will be over soon. Trust me, okay?"
"You must be careful, you know? My two children and I are waiting for you at home."
"Okay, I know. It's just the end of it all," Cui Tong said, stroking Cui Mantong's head. "Why are you making it sound like a parting of life and death?"
Cui Mantong snorted, "Who knows if those people will go completely mad."
Cui Tong's eyes flickered. "Alright, I'll listen to you, Mantong. Don't worry, I'll be very careful during this time."
The next morning, after a few words with Butler Zhao, Cui Tong left.
"What made you think of calling me?"
"I'd like to borrow your Da Chen for a bit, is that okay?"
Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Borrow Da Chen? Da Chen isn't an object."
"I'll pay him," Cui Tong said, standing at the villa entrance and looking towards the road.
Wen Zhiyan paused. "Did something happen on your end?"
"Not exactly something, just afraid some people might lash out," Cui Tong said calmly. "Your Da Chen is very capable, and I need his help."
Wen Zhiyan chuckled. "You have to ask for favors too?"
"What's embarrassing about that," Cui Tong leaned against a utility pole. "I'm not a god, I can't do everything. Isn't it normal to ask for help?"
Besides, he was well aware that his own bodyguards were no match for Da Chen. Da Chen's intervention was worth ten of them.
"Alright, enough talk. Da Chen has already gone over last night. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll come to pick you up shortly."
Cui Tong was surprised, and a warmth spread through his heart. "Wen Zhiyan, thank you."
"No need to thank me. After all, you are Miao Miao's elder brother. If something happens to you, it won't benefit me."
As they spoke, a low-key modified black car driven by Da Chen stopped in front of Cui Tong. "Mr. Cui."
Cui Tong thanked him again before getting into Da Chen's car.
"Thank you."
"Mr. Cui, where are we going now?"
"The Wang family."
Da Chen nodded slightly and then started the car.
As the car entered an area with heavier traffic, Da Chen's brows furrowed.
"Is something wrong?"
Da Chen glanced at the rear-view mirror, seeing two cars rapidly approaching theirs. "Someone is following us."
Cui Tong instinctively looked back. "Are the Wang family serious about this?"
"When the stakes are this high, anyone is capable of murder and arson."
Da Chen turned the steering wheel, weaving rapidly through the traffic.
"No, the pedestrian traffic is too heavy here. What if we hit someone?" Cui Tong was concerned.
"Then, let's change locations."
Before Cui Tong could react, Da Chen accelerated and sped off down another road.
"Cui Tong's car has changed direction."
"Chase them. Don't forget, Cui Tong must die."
The driver of the car gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator to keep up with Cui Tong's car.
Cui Tong looked at the two cars relentlessly pursuing them, a mocking expression in his eyes. "Are the Wang family really trying to burn the boat?"
Da Chen also chuckled. "But they will be the ones to die. The boat won't burn."
Cui Tong's lips curved upwards. "Da Chen, why don't you come work for me?"
"I won't betray Mr. Wen."
"Why?" Cui Tong asked curiously. "What benefits did Wen Zhiyan give you?"
"Giving me a few lives, does that count?"
"Interesting," Cui Tong leaned lazily against the window. "This car of yours is well-modified. It's all bulletproof."
"Mr. Wen said that desperate people might resort to dangerous weapons," Da Chen's lips curved into a wild grin. "Mr. Cui, would you like to see them die more completely?"
Cui Tong noticed the madness in Da Chen's eyes and didn't argue. "As long as you ensure I can go back alive to see Mantong and Sisi."
"Don't worry, Mr. Cui," Da Chen slowed down. "I've already called the police."
For this kind of situation, one should always rely on dear Uncle Police.
"Cui Tong's car has slowed down."
"Could it be a trap?"
"Probably not. Didn't the Wang family say they bribed some of Wen Zhiyan's bodyguards before? Maybe it was the bodyguard's doing."
"Why do I feel something is off? Logically, Wen Zhiyan's bodyguards aren't short on money. How could they be bribed so easily?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" the person in the passenger seat impatiently fiddled with something. "We're killers. We just take the money and do the job, understand? Other things don't concern us."
"Hurry up and drive over here so I can finish him with one shot and get out of this hellhole."
After they finished speaking, the car sped towards the black car ahead.
"This is exciting." Cui Tong's eyes flickered towards the two cars getting closer, and his blood began to boil. "Da Chen, is it always this exciting around Wen Zhiyan?"
Da Chen said casually, "Our country is much safer than abroad. Other places are often engulfed in war and strewn with corpses. If it weren't for Mr. Wen, perhaps those corpses would include me."
As he spoke, Cui Tong saw a dark gun barrel emerge from the black car on the right. "Da Chen, your car's defense is top-notch, right?"
"To be honest, someone sent a large sum of money to my account a while ago, asking me to bring you to this place."
Cui Tong tilted his head slightly. "So, today I'm doomed to die?"
After he finished speaking, the right-hand car fired a shot towards Cui Tong's location with a "bang."
The car on the left took the opportunity to ram into Cui Tong's car. The tremendous impact almost sent Cui Tong crashing into the seat in front of him. "Da Chen, take it easy."
Three cars sped down the highway.
"I think I'm going to throw up." Cui Tong's face was ashen, his complexion as dark as ink. He looked at the cracks on the windshield. "When will the police arrive?"
"Soon."
As he spoke, they heard the sound of police sirens in the distance.
"Damn it, how did the police get here so fast?"
"What do we do now? If we get caught by the police, forget about enjoying the money. Our past actions might also be investigated. I don't want to die, I don't want to go to jail."