877: 642 Please Get Off and Accept Your Death (Second Update, Thanks for the Rewards!) 877: 642 Please Get Off and Accept Your Death (Second Update, Thanks for the Rewards!) The He Family Manor, ticulously decorated, shimred even more brightly today.
Every notable person from Haojiang had received an invitation.
That included He Shou, who had been under the weather recently, but graced the event with his personal presence.
Since the passing of the gambling king, the He Family hadn’t hosted such a grand event.
“Yi Hui, happy birthday.”
The guests were nurous, yet perhaps only Guo Anle was truly present just to celebrate the birthday star’s special day.
As for the gift,
he had already given it to Madam He, who was at that mont exchanging pleasantries with He Shou.
A loan of twenty billion.
It was nothing short of a blessing in a ti of need.
“Thank you.”
He Yihui responded with a polite smile, wearing a custom-made off-shoulder gown that revealed her delicate collarbones, adorned with lavish earrings and necklace, her elegance radiant and stunning, beyond comparison.
Guo Anle did not linger unnecessarily.
As the ostensible protagonist of the day, she had many more guests to attend to; he didn’t want to delay Yi Hui’s official appearance and promptly walked away after a brief greeting.
The banquet was long; there was no need to rush.
“The Guo Family has really opened their coffers this ti, all in light of your influence.”
He Junru, who rarely dressed up, approached her in a gown, “Yi Hui, you’ve really been our family’s hero this ti.”
“It’s good that aunt doesn’t bla .”
He Junru smiled, “Why would I bla you?
Although the Guos’ terms were sowhat harsh, they at least solved our imdiate crisis.
As for the future, who can say for sure?”
Twenty billion.
It certainly wasn’t a small sum.
Even for a prestigious Gangcheng family like the Guo Family.
The two families had so connections, but certainly not to the extent of blind loyalty.
The Guo Family’s aid ca with strings attached.
They laid out specific repaynt terms and added conditions for default.
The terms were simple.
If the He Family could not repay the loan within the stipulated ti, they would need to offer up 25% of the shares of their casino establishnts to cover the debt.
So, to be exact, rather than offering aid, it was a form of opportunism.
Of course.
Regarding this,
Guo Anle was unaware, nor did he need to know.
The He Family had no better options.
Of two harsh choices, choose the lesser.
As long as the gambling license was secure, a loan of twenty billion should not be too taxing.
“Sothing interesting happened the day before yesterday.”
He Junru suddenly said, glancing at Yu Guangrong, who was busy welcoming guests.
As soone who had been raised up by the gambling king himself, he truly was like part of the He Family.
“What happened?”
“Song Chaoge received a bloody pig’s head, and the culprit is still at large.”
Song Chaoge.
He Yihui looked at the man with Madam He and He Shou, his deanor unchanged, jovial and lively, only today he wasn’t wearing glasses.
“A pig’s head?”
“Guo Anle didn’t tell you?
He was there at the ti.”
He Yihui shook her head, “After we t on the street that day, I haven’t been in touch with him.”
ntioning this, He Junru couldn’t help but ask, “What about Jiang Chen?
Will he be coming today?”
He Yihui nodded.
“Did you personally invite him?”
“Yes.
He said he would co if he could.”
If he could, he would co.
He Junru lost herself in a silent chuckle, wanting to say sothing but ultimately chose to stay silent.
The stream of guests was unending.
Ji Zhaohua had arrived too.
“Mr.
Ji.”
Many went over to greet him.
Although the Ji Family’s main base was in Singapore, none of those present were ordinary people—their business was not limited to just the dostic market.
After Ji Zhaohua,
Vera had also arrived.
“Miss Vera is here, sis, aren’t you going over?”
“Just a mont.”
He Junru seed in no hurry; on seeing Vera’s arrival, she glanced in the direction of Song Chaoge.
He seed completely unaware, still chatting and laughing rrily with He Shou, showing no signs of irregularity.
He Junru withdrew her gaze and smiled, saying, “I’ll go ask why Jiang Chen hasn’t arrived yet.”
The stunning He Yihui watched her walk toward Vera.
At the Mandarin Oriental.
Today, Jiang Chen, who really had nothing else to do, changed into a dapper suit.
He was not one to put on airs, but a certain decorum must match the occasion—it was a matter of politeness, a respect towards others and oneself.
The trope of deliberately dressing shabbily to go to upscale venues only occurred in lodramatic TV shows or novels.
Honestly, isn’t it only fair to be denied entry if one’s appearance is not neat?
After fastening his cuffs, Jiang Chen pulled open the drawer; the silver firearm inside glead brightly.
He picked it up, fingers caressing the cool guntal, then tucked it into his inner jacket pocket before standing up and heading out.
Ard for a birthday banquet?
That hardly seed like a gesture of well-wishing.
Vera had set out first.
Jiang Chen knew.
Vera had also invited him when she left, but tidying up one’s appearance was not just a woman’s prerogative.
“Mr.
Jiang.”
Lao Liu with his n stood in the hallway, diligently on duty.
Even in Vera’s absence from the hotel, they hadn’t relaxed their vigilance, having likely learned from last ti to not give any “cockroach” or “rat” an opportunity.
Jiang Chen nodded and entered the elevator.
Lao Liu watched the elevator doors close.
“I’ll drive.”
Rejecting the driver’s service, Jiang Chen got into the business car provided by the hotel and, following the navigation, drove towards the He Family Manor.
Under the Mandarin Oriental at One Plaza.
A black sedan had been parked here since three o’clock in the afternoon.
Under the dark tinted windows, a burly man in the driver’s seat watched Jiang Chen get into the car and then watched him drive by, starting up his car and stepping on the gas.
The two cars, one following the other, kept a not too close yet not too distant trail, weaving through the streets and gradually leaving the bustling downtown area.
The He Family Manor was built against the mountains, next to the sea, in a location both superior and secluded—perfectly conforming to the site-selection habits of the top-rich.
Jiang Chen drove along the winding mountain road uphill, maintaining a steady speed, seemingly oblivious to the sedan that had been tailing him all the way, even though the latter was making no particular effort to hide.
The altitude grew higher, the environnt more secluded and beautiful, dense with green woods, and occasionally, the sound of rolling waves could be heard from below.
Jiang Chen turned the steering wheel, but at this mont, the trailing sedan could no longer restrain itself and suddenly sped up with an aggressive surge.
“Vrrooom!”
The engine roared.
Its performance pushed to the limit.
The sedan, like a leopard freed from its cage, charged forward with swift and ferocious montum, striking Jiang Chen’s car and forcing it into a dangerous drift; he nearly plunged off the cliff.
“Screech…”
The contact between the two cars resulted in a harsh, piercing collision; the cars’ noses brushed against their bodies, leaving behind alarming tire marks on the road before coming to a halt in succession.
“Bang.”
The door of the offending sedan swung open.
A man dressed in casual attire stepped out, his figure formidable and mighty against the setting sun, casting a long shadow.
It was none other than Geng Long,
who hadn’t joined Song Chaoge in attending the birthday banquet.
This domineering brother of the Jianghu no longer concealed his wild aura; facing the horizontally parked business car, alone and as imposing as a tiger swallowing the land whole.
“Step out and accept your death.”
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