Chapter 90: Unreliable (Fifth Update)

With enough money, there is no mouth that cannot be pried open, no person who cannot be bought.

Lin Ruo was a professional assassin, and her judgment of potential danger was meticulous to the extreme. This was a move that killed two birds with one stone, for only Jiang Huai’s driver and secretary knew that he was in this car. If anyone tailed the vehicle, it would prove that Jiang Huai’s driver and secretary had already betrayed him. If no one followed, it didn’t matter—safe travels would be a blessing for all.

But at this moment, one could not afford to be careless...

“Yang Fan, do you really think Jiang Bo might make a move here?” Jiang Huai asked, his expression clouded.

“If it were me, I’d choose the moment you left Tianning too. It’s the best opportunity. Of course, if Jiang Bo doesn’t act, it only proves he’s a fool and not worth worrying about!” Yang Fan said, fiddling with his phone in the passenger seat, though in truth he was scanning the surroundings with the Eye of Skynet.

“Luckily, you’re not Jiang Bo. If I had to face you, I’d have no chance of winning!” Jiang Huai replied.

“That’s where you’re wrong. If you were up against me, you’d win, because I’m the type who loves a beauty more than power!” Yang Fan laughed.

“Do you really believe that?”

“I do!”

...

This main road was not heavily trafficked. Most people traveling from Tianning to Tianhai would certainly take the highway. They took this road only because it was closer to the resort. Yang Fan had been chatting and laughing with Jiang Huai, but suddenly his smile froze, and even Lin Ruo’s hands hesitated.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Huai’s face turned pale in an instant as he asked directly.

“Looks like we’ve got a bite?”

“You mean Jiang Bo really came?” Yang Fan sneered. Through the Eye of Skynet, he could see two cars closely tailing them.

“So they dared to betray me!” Jiang Huai’s expression twisted.

“Darling, let’s get off the main road. Don’t give them a chance to ram us. This car is expensive, and even if we have money, we can’t waste it like that!”

“I don’t need you to tell me!” Lin Ruo replied coldly. Even now, he couldn’t help but take advantage of her—what a scoundrel.

Behind them, one of the cars accelerated, trying to force their white SUV off the main road. Lin Ruo seized the moment and veered off. Jiang Huai could hardly believe it: with the cars so close, Lin Ruo managed to maneuver without even a scrape.

None of the Jiang family’s drivers or bodyguards could match such skill.

Indeed, Yang Fan was truly grateful to Jiang Huai for giving him these twin wives. Not only could they drive and act as bodyguards, but they were also accomplished in all aspects of life, from hosting guests to performing on stage. They were skilled in every art. They could fend off mistresses and beat up thugs—where else could one find such a wife?

“Darling, keep driving!”

“Shut up!” Lin Ruo snapped. Was he blind? Couldn’t he see she was already driving?

“Yang Fan, don’t distract your wife at a time like this,” Jiang Huai said.

Yang Fan waved his hand dismissively, “This is called romance. You wouldn’t understand—we thrive on excitement.”

Jiang Huai’s expression did not relax in the slightest. There was no one around, just the three of them, with two cars relentlessly pursuing from behind.

Could they really fight back?

The mountain road was treacherous, and Lin Ruo drove at the very limit of her ability. The pursuers were skilled as well, though not quite her equal—this was a road up the mountain. On one side was a sheer rock face, the other a dizzying drop. Jiang Huai dared not move, feeling as if every acceleration from Lin Ruo might send them tumbling into the abyss.

Of course, the disaster he dreaded did not occur. Halfway up the mountain, there was a large flat area, and Lin Ruo pulled the car over.

She stepped out.

“Yang Fan, your wife—” Jiang Huai began, shocked.

“Relax. I already told you, they’re the fish, and I’m the fisherman. Let’s go,” Yang Fan replied.

Despite his terror, Jiang Huai got out too. After all, they couldn’t run forward either—the cliff was right ahead!

The two cars behind stopped and ten men got out as well.

“Mr. Jiang, you were hard to find! I didn’t expect you to be so sly. If it weren’t for your little secretary, we really would have fallen for it!” The group brandished knives, their intentions clear—they meant to leave Jiang Huai here for good.

“Who are you? Who sent you?” Jiang Huai demanded.

“That’s not important. All you need to know is that you’re about to die. That’s enough! But I must say, we didn’t expect to find an even prettier woman here. Don’t worry, sweetheart, soon I’ll make sure you—”

He never finished his sentence. Suddenly, his vision went blood-red. Lin Ruo moved like lightning and thunder—her speed was unimaginable to these men.

No one could react. Shouts rang out.

“My... my eyes!”

“Serves you right, trying to lay a hand on my wife!” Yang Fan cursed. Truth be told, his intervention was unnecessary—Lin Ruo alone was more than enough.

He knew the reason for Lin Ruo’s astonishing speed: she was enhanced by the wind element.

Wind is formless and invisible. The assailants had no idea how they were struck down. By the time they collapsed, they hadn’t even glimpsed her movements.

Jiang Huai hadn’t reacted either. When he looked again, only Lin Ruo was still standing.

“Speak. Who sent you? I’ll ask only once. Refuse, and you die.” Lin Ruo planted her foot directly on the man whose eyes she’d blinded.

As he hesitated for a moment, Lin Ruo stomped down, crushing his neck.

All eyes regarded her as though she were a beautiful demon. In their eyes, Lin Ruo was the devil herself.

She acted with ruthless decisiveness—her word was law.

Jiang Huai let out a long breath. As for killing, he’d seen it before; it was nothing new. After surviving such a brush with death, he lit a cigarette, handing one to Yang Fan as well.

“Tell me, who sent you?”

“It was—”

He hesitated but for a second, and Lin Ruo snapped his neck.

The rest trembled. In the face of true death, who wouldn’t want to live?

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! It was our boss in the southern district—Feng Li. He colluded with Jiang Bo and ordered us to do it!”

“So it really was Jiang Bo?” Jiang Huai crushed his cigarette case in his hand.

“If not him, then who? It was obvious all along,” Yang Fan remarked.

Then Lin Ruo kicked again, shattering the man’s arm.

“Who else besides you?”

“No one else, really!”

“Call them. Send your location. Tell whoever tipped you off to come over, say the job is done and it’s time to split the money,” Yang Fan ordered.

“Yes, boss, we’ll call right away!” someone replied. Forcing himself to remain calm, he made the call and sent the location.

More than half an hour passed before they arrived, faces alight with excitement—only to find Jiang Huai stepping from his car.

A driver. A secretary. The two people he trusted most—unworthy of any trust.