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Zhu Ganglie wiped the blood from his hands and face with a blood-stained white sheet, then stepped out of the operating room. Outside, a group of medical staff and several bodyguards stood obediently in the corridor, especially the doctor who had just been thrown aside, now standing with a swollen cheek. As the door to the operating room swung open, Zhu Ganglie appeared before everyone, covered in blood.
"This smuggler just died after ineffective treatment. Take him to the incinerator and burn him. As for the ashes, just like before, scatter them carefully in every corner of this villa. If I find out you didn't do it properly, you know what will happen!" Zhu Ganglie addressed those around him.
"Yes, Young Master!" one of the bodyguards replied respectfully.
"Good to hear. And you, go to Lao Zhao and get thirty thousand. Consider it my apology to you. Remember this next time; if you defy me again, you'll be the next smuggler!" Zhu Ganglie pointed at the doctor he had just punched.
However, thirty thousand for a punch was acceptable anywhere, and this doctor was no exception. Hearing there was money involved, he quickly suppressed the pain in his mouth and forced a painful smile as he nodded eagerly, "Thank you, Young Master! I understand!"
"Hahaha!" The doctor's compliance greatly satisfied Zhu Ganglie's vanity. He then patted his uninjured cheek and continued, "Dr. Huang, you've been with our family for a long time; you should understand me by now, right?"
"Yes, yes!" The man referred to as Dr. Huang nodded vigorously.
"Good. With that servile attitude of yours, go get an extra twenty thousand from Lao Zhao! Hahaha!" While patting Dr. Huang's face as if he were petting a dog, Zhu Ganglie laughed heartily and left the entrance of the operating room.
Once Zhu Ganglie and the bodyguards departed, Dr. Huang and six nurses collapsed onto the floor. Dr. Huang wiped the sweat from his brow while one of the older nurses took out a handkerchief from her pocket to help clean the blood from his bruised right cheek.
"Alright, no need to wipe anymore. Everyone will get paid today; five thousand for each of you five," Dr. Huang said with a grin. "I'll go get it and distribute it among you!"
"Dr. Huang, that's too much! Walnut's condition is urgent; we can each take just one thousand. You and your wife should keep the rest!" said a short-haired female nurse first, followed by agreement from the other four young nurses.
"How can that be? You all work under this demon alongside us; you're already risking your lives! It should be shared equally!" said the older nurse.
"Sister Li, you and Brother Huang can take it. To be honest, the five of us have saved quite a bit over the years. We don't want to do this anymore. Today is the last day of our contract, and after this, we won't be coming back. Brother Huang, Sister Li, forgive us for being cowardly; we're leaving first!" The nurse who spoke first glanced at her companions.
"Juan, have you really made up your mind?" the nurse known as Sister Li asked with a frown.
"Yes, Sister Li. We've been awakened by nightmares for years. Until now, we couldn't sleep unless we were together, just to encourage each other. Finally, we've made it to today," Juan continued.
"Then I wish you good luck. Let's go get the money; I'll accompany you and Sister Li as you leave!" Dr. Huang said with a shake of his head.
In contrast to the five girls who skipped away happily, Dr. Huang and Sister Li exchanged worried glances. At that moment, a determined look appeared in Sister Li's eyes. Years of marriage allowed Dr. Huang to understand his wife's thoughts, and after a sigh, he nodded in agreement.
"Beep!"
After the sound of a car horn, Dr. Huang and Sister Li seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as they leaned against the rocks by the roadside. After catching their breath for a moment, they got into a car and drove towards the largest hospital in Hangzhou to visit their son.
However, all these scenes were witnessed by Zhu Ganglie. After saying a few words to his bodyguard, the bodyguard led a team away. Meanwhile, the five nurses sat in their car laughing, happy to be leaving the tiger's den. Juan, who was driving, was also very pleased; her bag contained a card and a stack of cash—this was their earnings from the past few years.
However, due to the bumps in the road, the seal on top of the stack of cash came undone. The girl sitting in the front passenger seat noticed first and turned to Juan. "Juan, look! These people really can't even tie up their money properly!"
With that, she picked up the scattered cash and seal to rebind them. At that moment, Juan said, "No need for that, Lily. This is extra from Sister Li for our sisterhood over the years—a parting gift of ten thousand yuan. Just divide it among everyone!"
"Oh no..." As soon as Sister Li's name was mentioned, the previously joyful atmosphere inside the car instantly cooled down. Lily, holding the money, said sadly, "If it weren't for Walnut's illness needing so much money, Brother Huang and Sister Li wouldn't have been trapped in that demon's hands. Money really can work wonders!"
With that said, Lily tossed aside the seal and began counting the money carefully. Just then, Juan inadvertently caught sight of something written on the inside of the seal while driving. Suddenly, she slammed on the brakes by the roadside. Confused by her actions, the other three girls looked at her as Juan picked up the seal to examine it closely. Upon seeing what was written there, her face turned pale with fear.
"Not good! Everyone, get out of the car! This vehicle is no longer usable! Sister Li, that demon won't let us go. The car will explode after driving away from the villa!" Juan exclaimed as she grabbed her bag, opened the door, and jumped out of the van. The other four girls quickly followed suit, scrambling to get out.
However, based on the information left by Sister Li on the seal, Juan started the engine and drove down the straight road. The van continued moving without a driver while the five girls chose a path toward Hangzhou City Center.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the bodyguards who had been ordered to capture them suddenly noticed a large red dot on their phone screens that had stopped in place. Then it began moving again. One bodyguard asked, "Should we contact Young Master?"
"No! Do you want to die? Unless you want to end up like Vulture!" The bodyguard captain stopped him with a wave of his hand.
Where was Xiao Yefeng at this moment? That's right; Xiao Yefeng was also on this road, whistling as he rode his old antique vehicle. He thought to himself how fitting it was for New Year's Day, the first of 2050, with not a single car in sight.
Just as Xiao Yefeng was lost in thought, he noticed headlights approaching him from afar. The annoying high beams made it nearly impossible for him to open his eyes. He had no choice but to stop and wait for the bothersome car to pass before turning onto the main road.
As the van drew closer, Xiao Yefeng was shocked to see that there was no driver at all—no one inside! He swallowed hard, wondering if it was haunted.
Xiao Yefeng had never believed in ghosts before. However, after learning his father's Feng Shui Techniques, he realized that they did exist. But ghosts could only invade the bodies of those with weak wills and manipulate them. How could a car drive itself without anyone inside?
Moreover, this could be dangerous! Fortunately, there was a turn ahead; given the direction of the van, it would likely end up in a ditch and wouldn't hurt anyone. Just then, a chilling sense of death coursed through his limbs and reached his brain. Xiao Yefeng instinctively looked around; this feeling had never misled him before—it had saved him once already and shouldn't be ignored now.
After studying Feng Shui Techniques, Xiao Yefeng had developed a sharper sense of danger. This aura of death was definitely real. Realizing that the only threat was this driverless van, he decided to jump on his antique vehicle and leave. However, just as he turned to run…
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