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“Director Shen, the car’s tire has burst; we can’t drive it out,” someone in the front called Shen Chi.

“Ensure the safe is absolutely secure and get ready to race the car!” Shen Chi commanded coldly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than several black off-road vehicles drove up the narrow path and surrounded all of Shen’s cars.

The encroaching black cars closed in like behemoths, poised to devour their prey.

At this moment of drawn swords and bent bows, Shen Chi glanced outside the window—these were South Africans.

In the standoff, someone fired another shot—a loud “bang,” the gunshot startling the birds!

Upon hearing it, the South Africans appeared to receive a silent order, uniformly opening their car doors and rushing out.

“Take all the money!”

A tall South African shouted in their native language.

Shen Chi understood and immediately gripped his pistol, rolled down the window, and fired their first shot into the fray!

After the sound of Shen Chi’s gunfire, the others from Shen’s grasped the command and the bodyguards in the backseat immediately opened fire.

The group of South Africans charged forward frantically, sprinting and shooting wildly as if they were fearless.

Their plan was simple: first, blow out all of Shen’s car tires, then shatter the windows, and finally grab the money!

A cold smirk curled on Shen Chi’s lips as he phoned the driver of another car behind him, “All the cash transport vehicles prepare to turn around!”

“Yes, Director Shen.”

Taking advantage of the tires not being blown out yet, the armored cars quickly turned around and rammed straight into the crowd!

The South Africans were afraid of dying too, and when they saw the cars charging, they quickly dodged, but none gave up on stealing the money.

Covering their heads, they dispersed, scampering for cover. Once in the clear, they resumed firing from behind!

“Bang bang bang,” the desert sky echoed with continuous gunfire!

One shot, two shots, three shots…

For a moment, the scene was in utter chaos.

“Director Shen, what do we do? The tires have burst!”

“Prepare to exit the vehicle!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a bullet came flying, “clang,” shattering the car window and leaving a gaping hole!

Dodging the bullet, Shen Chi opened the door and swiftly jumped out of the car!

The driver followed him out, and as they made their escape, bullets rained down on them!

Shen Chi and his bodyguards were not to be underestimated; they provided cover with the vehicle as they returned fire!

“Bang bang bang,” with a few gunshots, Shen Chi and his men were no longer on the defensive.

Many South Africans chased after the cash transport vehicles, neglecting Shen Chi’s car.

Seeing no gain to be had in pursuing Shen Chi, the majority followed the armored cars instead!

“Come for backup!” Shen Chi’s gaze darkened, calling for reinforcements who were hidden elsewhere.

“Yes, Director Shen.”

Shen Chi had hardly finished the call when he started walking forward while shooting.

Under the cover of night, he exuded an extra level of severity.

Clad in a black trench coat, he resembled the King of Asura, his eyes blood-red, pupils contracted, showing no mercy!

Just then, a black car pulled up to Shen Chi.

The door opened, and Shen Chi quickly holstered his gun and jumped into the vehicle!

But just as he leaped in, a sudden “bang”—a bullet from the chaos came flying.

Caught off guard, the bullet grazed Shen Chi’s arm!

Instant pain struck, and he clenched his teeth and shut the car door.

“Drive!” he commanded in a deep, forceful voice!

“Yes, Director Shen. Your hand…”

“It’s nothing. Drive, don’t look back, just keep going forward! I want to see what kind of trick that old fox Zuma is playing!”

“Director Shen, everything is within your expectations.”

“While they still don’t know those are fake bills, drive quickly to the signing location!”

“Okay!”

The black car sped forward like an arrow released from a bow…

Shen Chi held his arm, looking down to see his dark shirt soaked with fresh blood.

Taking a sharp breath, he tended to his own wound.

“Director Shen, is it serious? There’s medicine in the trunk.”

“Would you stop the chit-chat and drive!” Shen Chi barked with a level voice!

“Right, right.”

The car continued forward, soon leaving the chaotic site behind.

Leaning back in his seat from the pain in his arm, Shen Chi closed his eyes with a furrowed brow.

At this moment, the only person he could think of was Xu Chaomu.

Her smile was his greatest consolation; he had to survive, if only for her.

He had promised her that once he returned from South Africa, he would take her out. Wherever she wanted to go, he would take her there.

With his eyes closed, her pleasant voice seemed to echo in his ears.

“Brother Four, isn’t this doll cute?”

“Childish, put it away.”

“Nope, come on, Brother Four, let her give you a kiss!”

“Xu Chaomu, get lost!”

“Get lost?” Xu Chaomu mused to herself, holding the ugly doll, “Get lost or not? Brother Four, the doll says she won’t get lost; she wants to kiss you.”

“Annoying.” He gave her a cold glance and walked away.

To his surprise, Xu Chaomu laughed heartily, dangling the doll by its legs and teasing, “Doll, Brother Four has rolled away himself.”

Back then, he never had a way with her—of course, even now, he had no way with her.

Shen Chi leaned back in the seat, the corners of his mouth curling gently into a tender smile.

Xu Chaomu—her name was the curse of his life.

“Mumu…”

He called her name softly, and all the pain seemed to evaporate in that instant.

The car swiftly reached the designated place, a small garden.

The area outside the garden was quiet and empty, with no one around, save for a few lampposts still lit. In the wind, the hanging lamps swayed, casting dim and cold light.

The garden itself had few flowers, mostly cacti and the like, nothing particularly attractive.

The driver parked the car smoothly and signaled to Shen Chi that all was well: “Director Shen, it looks like there’s no trouble.”

“Hmm.” Shen Chi’s brows relaxed, and his facial features softened considerably.

He walked slowly to the center of the garden, paused, and looked up at the hanging lamps.

The lamps were old, the silver plating had long peeled off, revealing corroded copper underneath.

“Director Shen, you should tend to that wound so it doesn’t get infected,” the driver said as he fetched medicine from the trunk.

Setting the medical kit on a dusty table, he dusted off his hands with a look of disgust, “What a dump this old fox chose.”

He took out bottles of medicine and iodine, then began treating Shen Chi’s wound.

Shen Chi extended his arm, frowning, but remained silent.

In just a short while, the clothing had stuck to the wound, and the driver winced just by looking at the effort to pull it apart.

But Shen Chi didn’t utter a word.

“Director Shen, doesn’t that hurt? I’m wincing just looking at it.”

“Hurting? After tonight, we can return to C City.”

Not understanding the source of happiness in going back to C City, the driver pondered, yet it made sense; securing this project would likely lead Shen Cexian to hand over the real power of Shen Group to Shen Chi.