Chapter 121: No Money Brought

In the office of the Xunba gang, Old Hou wore a sullen expression as he looked at the four men standing before him. "If you can't find him, keep looking! Damn Wu Li—he actually plotted against us," he said.

The straightforward eldest brother spoke up, "Boss, the younger brother of our informant was seriously injured and taken to the hospital."

The second brother added, "Boss, should we tell him?"

"No way. If we tell Zuo Kun, then we’re just waiting for a storm to hit! Hurry, let’s go look for him now. By the way, Liu Ke wasn’t following Wu Li. Contact Wu Li immediately, but be careful not to get discovered," Old Hou ordered.

Suddenly, Old Hou’s phone buzzed. An unknown number flashed on the screen. He answered, "Who is this?"

"Old Hou, the madman is with me."

"What do you want?" Old Hou’s face darkened.

"You know the rules. I’m giving you ten minutes to think it over."

The line went dead.

Old Hou slowly hung up, and the four men stared at him intently. The impatient youngest brother asked anxiously, "Boss, what’s going on? Tell us!"

"It’s Wu Li. Remember how we seized one of their shipments? They’ve come looking for it now," Old Hou sighed.

"But they attacked our men!" the youngest brother protested.

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Strangely enough, Bai Fanhao’s parents never showed up early or late—except today, just as he was about to leave, they blocked the doorway. No matter what excuse he tried to make, they held him firm. His mother and father questioned him about what he’d been up to recently and why he hadn’t even called them.

Helpless, Bai Fanhao sat beside them, listening to their nagging. Finally, when he caught them whispering among themselves, he seized the chance and slipped away. Before they noticed, he was already at the door.

“Fanhao, where are you going? You’re not allowed out today!” his mother shouted.

“Mom, I have to go out today,” Bai Fanhao said firmly. Then he opened the door and vanished in a flash.

In the room, his parents exchanged worried glances. His mother, Qin Shuhua, was a gentle and elegant woman. She looked at Bai Liyie, Bai Fanhao’s father, with concern.

“Liyie, what if Fanhao really gets into trouble?”

Bai Liyie frowned but tried to reassure her. “We’ve delayed this long; he should be fine. Don’t worry.”

Bai Fanhao’s parents were businessmen, but Qin Shuhua didn’t participate in the business. She took care of Bai Liyie’s daily life—a typical housewife. Judging by how much Bai Liyie doted on her, Qin Shuhua must be an exceptionally gentle woman. Otherwise, how could such a shrewd businessman fall so completely under her spell?

Bai Fanhao gazed at the traffic outside, his heart burning with anxiety. Regardless of whether he had money or not, he hailed a taxi and told the driver, "Take me to the bar street."

Then he looked out the window.

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Upon arrival, Bai Fanhao suddenly realized he’d forgotten his wallet. He said to the driver, "Sorry, I forgot my money. Can I pay you later?"

The driver looked at him with disdain. "Pay later? How can I trust you? Where am I supposed to find you then?"

"No, I was in a hurry today. I really forgot my money."

"No pay, no ride."

Bai Fanhao was frustrated. How could he have lost his wallet? He was sure he had put it in his pocket. Thinking quickly, he said, "Wait a moment, I see someone I know. I’ll borrow from him first."

He opened the car door, glanced at the taxi's license plate, then bolted.

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