PLTRSC Chapter 11

It was inconvenient for him to move around in a wheelchair, so Fang Mu followed him and asked, “Mr. Xiao Jiang, are you looking for something?”

Although he couldn’t understand, Fang Mu still rolled up his sleeves and said, “I’ll find it.”

“No need,” Jiang Tang shook his head, “It’s already lost.”

This was the Jiang family’s style.

To be precise, it was Jiang Zi Ang’s style.

If he received a call from him in the middle of the night and learned that he had left something at home, Jiang Zi Aang would really get out of bed and dispose of it along with the trash can near his house.

The trash can in front of him belonged to the house of another villa area five kilometers away from the Jiang family.

In order to make him lose everything, Jiang Zi Ang has always used any means necessary.

Fang Mu stood to one side, looking at the young man’s calm profile. He had been Lu Yinghuai’s assistant for many years and was very good at everything except comforting people.

He doesn’t know how to comfort people because his boss Lu Yinghuai has no need to be comforted.

So now he can only stay by Jiang Tang’s side, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

Jiang Tang stared at the address marked on the trash can with his eyes lowered, and the phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

He glanced at it absently.

[I’ll give you one chance, come back by yourself, otherwise they will all die. ]

Attached to it were a few photos. Behind a man with a bruised face and nose, a member of the Li family was lying on the ground in an even more miserable state.

His adoptive parents.

A hint of coldness flashed across Jiang Tang’s eyes and then disappeared, and he made a video call instead.

Seeing this, Fang Mu took the initiative to avoid it.

The other side picked up immediately.

A disgusting face appeared on the shaking screen, and a voice filled with phlegm was hoarse and unpleasant: “Are you not hiding anymore? Are you scared now? I’ll give you three days. If I don’t see you, it will be their death.”

As he said that, he kicked the person on the ground hard, and a cry of pain was heard from the other end of the video.

Jiang Tang’s tea-colored eyes were so cold and emotionless as he looked carefully behind the man: “Why is there one less person?”

The man’s expression froze.

Jiang Tang raised the corners of his lips and gave a mocking smile: “What a waste.”

“You fucking bastard!” The man’s defence was instantly broken, and swear words came out of his mouth.

“Then kill them all ba.”

Jiang Tang said as if it was none of his business, hung up the phone neatly, and added the man’s number to the blacklist.

Voice calls might leave evidence, but video calls won’t. Screen recording was possible, but the man doesn’t have the brains for it.

Even if the man really killed that family, it would be impossible to accuse Jiang Tang of incitement to murder.

Besides, that idiot doesn’t even have the guts to kill anyone.

Jiang Tang controlled the wheelchair and turned to leave.

He didn’t have anything to do with the past anymore.

At least not before Lu Yinghuai gets tired of him.

Fang Mu, who was not far away, came over and asked, “Mr. Jiang, do you want to go for a walk around here?”

Jiang Tang looked at his shirt pocket from which the ringing sound continued.

Fang Mu took out his cell phone awkwardly and turned it off.

“Not answering it?”

“It’s working hours now.” Fang Mu explained.

Jiang Tang noticed the subtle uneasiness and anxiety in his expression.

Fang Mu was worthy of being Lu Yinghuai’s only all-round assistant. Although he was very anxious, he does not show it on his face and remains gentle and considerate.

But the person in front of him was Jiang Tang, the person who crawled out of a dark mud pit was most accustomed to reading other people’s faces.

“Please take me home,” Jiang Tang said without saying anything else. He moved into the car and watched Fang Mu put away his wheelchair. “Thank you.”

The car returned along the same route and Fang Mu pushed Jiang Tang into the villa.

The people on the sofa thought Lu Yinghuai had returned, but when they saw it was them, the panic on their faces instantly turned into disdain, and they didn’t even get up.

“Mr. Fang, please go back. I want to sleep for a while.”

Fang Mu sent him to the bedroom and poured him some water before leaving.

When passing by the sofa on the first floor, a contemptuous voice came: “Assistant Fang, why are you so concerned about that cripple? Be careful not to pander to the wrong person.”

Fang Mu ignored him and left.

Jiang Tang, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, had a mocking look in his eyes.

Yes, he was just a cripple. If there was no profit to be made from him, Lu Yinghuai would never have brought him back.

He knew that he shouldn’t have any expectations, but he couldn’t help but want to be a good boy in front of Lu Yinghuai.

 

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