484: 483 Chapter: Heaven?
484: 483 Chapter: Heaven?
A black stretch Bentley pulled up in front of the tea house, and imdiately, a passenger hopped out from the front seat— a Chinese man!
Indeed, sitting in the passenger seat was a Chinese man.
However, Yusuf Zuck did not know if he was from China, Korea, or so other Asian country.
Yusuf himself, cloaked in a baggy robe and a masked face, slipped straight into the Bentley.
And at the very mont he got into the car, the vehicle resud its journey forward.
Seated in the back were three individuals; one was Elena, wearing an expression of grievance, next to her another man of Eastern origin, and beside Elena sat a burly Caucasian.
Yusuf frowned slightly, “Let her go.”
“OK.” The handso man of Eastern origin nodded and imdiately ordered the driver to stop the car.
“You can get out first,” Yusuf nodded to Elena.
“Be careful boss, they are all very capable,” Elena warned softly.
Elena was dropped off at the roadside, and the car continued on.
The young man of Eastern origin poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to Yusuf as he continued in English, “Mr.
Angel, why do you not dare to show your true face?”
Yusuf did not answer him, nor did he take the glass of wine, instead, he asked back, “Chinese?
Korean?
Japanese?”
“None of the above,” the young man chuckled with a shake of his head.
“Though my ancestors were Chinese, we are now people of Heaven!”
“Heaven?” Yusuf was a bit baffled.
“Hehe, we’ve always wanted to establish our own realm, where there is no law, no violence, no mundane matters; that’s why we consider ourselves people of Heaven.”
A muscle in Yusuf’s cheek twitched.
Could they be a group of lunatics?
Yusuf once read a record similar to a novel, docunting that in ancient tis, there were people who would stop at nothing to pursue their dreams.
They cared not for worldly norms and laws; as long as it helped them achieve their dreams, they were willing to commit regicide, patricide, take their own mothers as wives, and even cannibalize their own children!
This re phrase unveiled their boundless madness.
These individuals were very secretive, gathering together for their dreams, unknown to the world, or rather, they lived amongst the common folks yet were outcasts.
The term “people of Heaven” made Yusuf think of those ancient figures.
But were these people of Heaven the sa sort?
“Are you Chinese?” The young man asked curiously while Yusuf was deep in thought.
Although he couldn’t see Yusuf’s face or hear him speak Chinese, he still ventured to ask.
“Why do you ask?” Yusuf countered.
“Aricans, Caucasians or any other race, they don’t run tea houses in Chinatown.
They would run themselves into the ground.
Also, when you saw my bodyguard and , you seed stunned for a mont.
Although I didn’t see it, I felt you hesitated.
Plus, isn’t your sword a Chinese-style Ancient Sword?
Such swords are rare to co by.
May I take a look at it?” the young man asked.
Though Yusuf tried his best to conceal his sword, it was too long and thus stuck out slightly.
At the sa ti, Yusuf was alard at the young man’s ticulous thinking.
“Or perhaps, we can communicate in Chinese—it’s our mother tongue, after all, isn’t it?” The young man continued with a smile, handso in his white suit, sporting a boutonniere and spotless black shoes, radiating a breath of fresh air when he laughed.
“Sorry, I don’t speak Chinese,” Yusuf shrugged.
He didn’t want to reveal too much about himself or let others make guesses before figuring out who the enemy was.
“I forgot to introduce myself.
My na is Scott Escobar,” the young man said with another smile.
“What’s the patient’s condition?” Yusuf asked about the patient.
“The patient’s organs are failing; he can’t move or speak,” Scott replied indifferently.
“Oh,” Yusuf Zuck nodded and didn’t ask any more questions, and seeing that Yusuf didn’t want to elaborate, Scott Escobar also didn’t inquire further.
The car arrived at the port, and then the group got off and boarded a yacht.
Yusuf didn’t ask much; it was quite normal for Heaven to be shrouded in secrecy and not based on land.
Once on the yacht, Scott Escobar quickly changed clothes, putting on swimming trunks.
The yacht had a swimming pool and beautiful won.
Yusuf sat by the poolside sipping tea while Scott played in the pool with two Asian beauties.
There were a total of ten bodyguards on the yacht, all of them ordinary people, but Scott and the two Asian won were not; they all had the power of Truth-Insight.
Yusuf had grown accustod to the prevalence of Truth-Insight abilities everywhere.
The yacht reached international waters by evening, and there they switched to a huge cruise ship.
The cruise ship seed to have been waiting right there for them.
Besides the captain and two sailors, there was no one else aboard.
And there was even a helicopter on the cruise ship.
After sailing into the deep sea for three full days, Scott finally ca to notify Yusuf that they would be leaving by helicopter.
“Your Heaven is a bit too far away,” Yusuf said with a smile.
Scott shook his head smiling and didn’t explain much, only pondering for a mont before saying, “Not far at all, we’ll arrive in three hours.” He graciously invited Yusuf onto the helicopter, and then it was just the two of them, along with a pilot, quickly leaving the sea surface and flying farther away.
“I’m quite curious, with your miraculous healing skills that can snatch people from the grasp of death, why do you bother to make that dirty money?
With your ability, if you joined any organization or a country, you’d likely have more money than you could ever spend, right?”
“I don’t like being restricted!” Yusuf shook his head.
“Heaven is very suitable for you,” Scott said.
“There, you can be a truly free man, really do what you want to do, and use your talent.
We have more money than we can spend and endless lives to enjoy!”
“So you an to tell that US Dollars fall from the sky while you lie in your beds at ho?” Yusuf countered.
“No, no, no,” Scott shook his head.
“We control the lives of others, so if we want money, they bring it to us.
It’s a very simple principle.”
Three hours later, a beautiful island ca into view, adorned with many European-style buildings like palaces, and many adults and children playing on the beach.
There was nothing to suggest that this place was any different or that it had any traces of Heaven.
It appeared quite ordinary, like the backyard of a wealthy person’s ho.
After the helicopter landed on the helipad, two tour carts ca driving up.
One was occupied by four Asian n dressed in martial arts attire, one old and three young, while the other cart was empty.
Indeed, people here wore martial arts gear.
“Mr.
Angel, please,” Scott said.
“So this is your Heaven?” Yusuf asked with a smile.
“Did I ever say that this place is our Heaven?” Scott replied, his smile ambiguous.
Yusuf let out a deep sigh.
How could these people possibly bring him directly to Heaven so easily?
It was likely that this place was just a temporary stopover.
Moreover, the word “Heaven” could be interpreted as a place of dreams, as a city, an island, or simply as an organization or codena.
It was a fictitious entity, non-existent in reality!
It was like soone drawing a pie in front of you, telling you they had many of those pies at ho, but in reality, there were none.
They just used this thod to deceive people into coming to their place.
Heaven didn’t need to exist.
As long as Heaven was associated with appealing attributes and painted as an infinitely beautiful blueprint, many people would yearn for it.
Perhaps knowing that Yusuf had guessed the truth, Scott laughed and said, “This is just one of our stopover points.
We ca here for the convenience of your healing work.
After you leave, we too will depart!”
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