Thank goodness for my good luck; otherwise, I would have been kidnapped for ransom and still clueless about what happened.
After making up his mind, Lin Nineteen felt like he could already see the death omen looming over his head.
No idea how many more traps lie ahead...
Sitting at home, all I did was spew some verbal garbage, so how did I end up in this godforsaken mess?
If I can dodge this bullet, I swear I'll stay as far away from that bastard as possible—the farther, the better!
After praying with the few shreds of sincerity he had to the True Dragon Candle Yin, who had probably been dead for who knows how many years, he swallowed and mustered his last ounce of courage to pick up the phone.
Then he hurriedly knelt to beg for mercy.
[I only have 23 million on me, Big Brother, please spare my life! I won't talk smack anymore!]
'¿'
On the ship, Huai Shi felt as if his whole world had been turned upside down.
What happened?
What's going on?
Why has he suddenly become like this?
[Give me a month, just one month, I'll find someone to borrow from!] Little Nineteen declared, stamping his feet in frustration. [If that's not enough, I still have a property in Yanjing...]
"..."
Huai Shi felt like he'd spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, completely baffled and unaware of what had happened.
Weren't we just talking about KP a moment ago?
Why did things suddenly turn out this way?
[What do you mean?] he sent a message asking.
Is this... dissatisfaction with the amount?
Lin Nineteen held back a surge of emotion, his trembling fingers typing a reply: [Nothing, if the meaning isn't enough, I have a little more meaning...]
Huai Shi frowned, unable to grasp what on earth he was up to. [I don't understand what you mean.]
[Actually...]
Lin Nineteen, eyes brimming with tears, replied, "[There's no other meaning, just a little token of appreciation.]"
"..."
Huai Shi rolled his eyes, feeling the conversation couldn't possibly continue.
He couldn't help but sigh.
Fine, maybe I asked for too much. The pressure must be huge for Little Nineteen, so it's natural for him to reject it so tactfully.
After all, they're not close.
[Alright, my apologies then.]
After replying, he turned off his phone and scratched his head, planning to think of another solution.
Then, two minutes later, DING! A notification popped up from the Magic Gold Bank app on his phone.
[Received a transfer of 23,160,000 from an anonymous account.]
Huh?
Huai Shi looked down at the transfer notification, utterly stunned.
Still no clue what had happened.
Money mysteriously sent to me?
Interesting...
「. .」
Eventually, he figured out where the money came from and returned it to Little Nineteen.
But Little Nineteen's response was very odd. It was as if Huai Shi was about to kill him with a knife rather than simply return the money. He showed extreme reluctance, almost on the verge of crying.
Did I unknowingly become a monster in Little Nineteen's eyes?
That can't be...
Huai Shi stroked his chin, pondering in the ship's cafe.
He heard the sound of the chair opposite him being pulled out.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" a dignified and mature female voice inquired.
Huai Shi looked up and saw a woman in a black dress that seemed to cloak her in the night itself; even her exposed hands were covered with black lace gloves.
Her eyes were veiled by a piece of black tulle that hung from her hat, making her entire face seem blurred.
Hard to remember.
What puzzled Huai Shi more was that there were hardly any people in this café; or rather, there were barely any passengers on the ship at all.