Chapter 114: End of Main Story part 1
Wen Rong and Leon exchanged a glance, and with tacit understanding, opened the ledger, their eyes scanning the contents page by page.
Dr. Li didn’t understand what they were doing; she only knew they had been discovered. She stomped her foot in anxiety. “What are you doing? Run, quickly!”
The pages rustled as they flipped through them. Outside, the conversation shifted from “That Hummer is so cool” to “Why is there a Hummer here?”
Thud. Wen Rong slammed the ledger shut.
Leon summarized, “Handwritten accounts, cash transactions. The trade items are listed as stone and timber, yet the unit price is as high as a million.”
Wen Rong: “The dates are close together, and the serial numbers are consecutive. There should be ledgers from previous years.”
Leon: “Every entry records money owed to others. But as a debtor, one wouldn’t be this nervous about losing a ledger.”
Information exchange complete. Wen Rong asked, “The bookkeeper, both parties of the transaction, the dates—did you memorize them all?”
Under the immense pressure of the situation, Leon tried to smile to ease the tension. “You really do have a photographic memory, Junior.”
“I don’t.”
Leon’s azure eyes widened in surprise.
“You have already memorized everything inside. Once you return to the welfare institute, contact Zhou Xie immediately to check the names.”
“Wen Rong…”
Wen Rong hugged the ledger to his chest. “That person saw the Hummer. They are bound to call others to search Dr. Li’s house. The people of this town are looking for me; they don’t know of your existence. So, Senior, you can drive the Hummer and escape while I attract their attention.”
Leon couldn’t fathom how Wen Rong could make such a decision.
He had come to the Outer District specifically to prevent Wen Rong from facing danger, yet now, Wen Rong was sacrificing himself to help him escape.
In this critical moment, he couldn’t help but look for a compromise. “We can drive the Hummer and escape together.”
“What about Dr. Li, Xiao Hua, and Xiao Shan?”
“…”
Leon was left speechless.
He didn’t want to admit it, but Wen Rong’s decision was the correct one.
“Don’t worry, I have leverage. Senior, just get the news of my capture to Zhou Xie.”
With that, Wen Rong hunched over and sneaked a peek under the window. Sure enough, a crowd had gathered around the Hummer.
He turned back to ask Dr. Li, “Can we escape through the back of the house?”
Dr. Li was already petrified, stammering and unable to speak, staring blankly at the door.
Having survived the airport incident, Wen Rong was uncannily calm. He reached out and pulled Dr. Li to face him. “Don’t be afraid. If Senior drives the Hummer out, neither I nor any of you will be in trouble.”
“You… you…”
Wen Rong looked at her firmly. “I guarantee it. Before I die, none of you will die.”
“I…”
Wen Rong cut her off. “I swear.”
A roar like a landslide or tsunami reached the wooden door, banging loudly. The whole house seemed to be hit by an earthquake, shaking so violently that it was hard to stand.
There was no time for Dr. Li to panic. Wen Rong shoved Senior Leon into the closet. “Quick—”
To prevent them from searching the house, he had to draw their attention immediately.
Time was tight. Wen Rong practically flew to the back. He deliberately waited two seconds after the front door was kicked open before yanking the back door open with force.
“You guys…” Dr. Li’s voice was weak, unable to cover the noise.
“There’s someone at the back door!”
Hearing the commotion, a group of burly men ran toward the back.
Someone shouted “The ledger!”, and another yelled, “Wen Rong! It’s Wen Rong!” The scene exploded into chaos. The men who had stayed by the Hummer rushed into the house, joined the tail end of the group, and charged out the back door.
Dr. Li looked anxiously in the direction Wen Rong had fled. To her surprise, she found that despite being fat and strong, these grown men couldn’t outrun Wen Rong. They still hadn’t caught him.
After a half-second delay, Leon emerged from the closet. Without leaving a word, he ran toward the Hummer just as fast as Wen Rong had.
“Catch him!”
Wen Rong ran for his life, feeling as if he had returned to the days of being bullied in his past life, when groups of delinquents chased him almost daily.
However, while his explosive power was strong, his stamina was terrible. His legs quickly turned to jelly, moving like two out-of-control gears spinning at different frequencies.
In a split second, his right foot lifted before his left foot had landed. His legs tangled, and smack—he stepped onto uneven ground, his body tilted, and he stumbled to his knees.
Gravel cut into his knees, dirt rolled into the broken skin, and a tearing pain shot through his bones.
【Does the Host need to exchange points?】
“No.”
An unprecedented strength burst from Wen Rong’s body. He pushed off the ground with both hands and stood up again, practically crawling and lunging forward.
Thump, thump, thump.
Thump… thump… thump.
Thump—thump—thump—
His heart pounded violently. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving against his lungs, and held it.
Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. The wound on his lower abdomen felt like it was tearing from the intense exertion. Wen Rong could go no further. He dropped his shoulder and rolled, the world spinning around him once more.
When his vision cleared, he found himself half-hanging over a three-meter-high terrace with a near 80-degree slope.
Below was the river. Garbage mixed with thick black substances floated on the surface, the stench nearly causing him to faint.
At this distance, Senior should have escaped.
The men chasing him stopped as well. Realizing he had nowhere to run, they began to chuckle.
“Run! Go on, keep running!”
“I’m going to kill you today.”
How would they deal with him?
Would they force him to swallow charcoal and burn him to death, like the adults at the welfare institute?
If he jumped into the river from here, he might be able to escape.
But—
Wen Rong glanced at the ledger in his hand and made an instant decision.
He struggled to climb up and opened the ledger. “Do you want this?”
The men looked burly, but they weren’t actually tall. Standing up, Wen Rong was half a head taller than most of them.
Heads bobbed, unable to block his calm brow and eyes. Just as everyone prepared to swarm him, Wen Rong tore out all the pages of the ledger and threw them into the river behind him.
They never expected Wen Rong to do such a thing!
Everyone was dumbfounded. “You—”
“He threw the ledger away!”
“Quick, go down and get it!”
Someone shouted, but no one moved.
Strangely, despite living in such an environment, these people actually found the river water too dirty.
But there was no point in retrieving it anyway. The ledger wasn’t made of any special material; once it touched the water, it was ruined.
Wen Rong gambled that the ledger recorded money to be collected, not debts owed.
Night fell over this desolate “garbage dump.” Neon lights lit up the town. It must have been a special occasion, as there were particularly many visitors tonight.
Laughter and moans drifted through the window into the brightly lit room.
Under a blinding crystal chandelier, a set of mahogany furniture occupied most of the space. An old man dressed casually sat by the coffee table drinking tea.
Although he lacked Wang Sichen’s elaborate tea ceremony procedures, his posture was pretentious enough.
Wen Rong opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was pair after pair of thick legs—some in long pants, some in shorts. What they had in common was that the tops of their shoes were splattered with mud.
He couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
The funny thing was, the photo had become reality.
The success was that he had gambled correctly.
“Gong Ye, he’s awake.”
The thick legs began to move. The cold floor tiles remained clean, indicating that these people respected this place—or feared dirtying it with mud—and had specially cleaned their soles.
—He was in the enemy’s headquarters.
Wen Rong tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his wrists, rendering him immobile.
Binding him was something extremely thin, cutting deep into his flesh.
His waist also hurt; the twisting of his body must have pulled at his wound. It felt wet, most likely blood.
“I want to sit up,” Wen Rong said.
“Sit up, my ass.”
A rough shout came from behind. Wen Rong was kicked hard in the back. His chest was thrust forward, causing his neck to crack.
It hurt so much; his lungs felt like they were going to fly out.
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