The youth was Chen Hao, while the girl was Yu, the one that had loyally stuck by Chen Hao’s side.
At that moment, Yu was crying as she ran toward Chen Hao.
As for Chen Hao, when he looked at Yu who had experienced countless hardships, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache.
“Yu, you’ve suffered. Don’t be afraid. I’m back!” Chen Hao said as he pulled her into the cabin.
Yu grabbed Chen Hao’s arm and refused to let go.
She didn’t know why after half a year of not meeting him, Yu felt a yearning for him. However, seeing him this time gave her a weird feeling, but she didn’t have the time to think too much now.
“Sir, Wen Sen is back. Today, they grabbed Zhang Long, Zhang Hu, Chairman Shen, and the rest of them. They even snatched our assets. Lan and the rest were also taken away. These are the last of our estate documents.”
Yu held the document folder and desperately wanted to help Chen Hao protect his assets.
“Just now, I asked Uncle Wen to check and I already know about what happened. It’s my fault for disappearing for half a year.”
Chen Hao wiped away her tear stains.
“D*mn, it’s Tian Long’s boss. Stop chatting over there. You returned at the perfect time. We can deal with you while we are at it and save President Wen the trouble!” a big man said coldly at the moment.
But as soon as he said that, the underlings by Chen Hao’s side jumped into action. There was a splattering sound as the big man momentarily widened his eyes, and his head fell on the ground.
“Ah!”
When Yu saw this, she was so shocked that she hurriedly covered her mouth.
As for Wentao, he panicked and didn’t know what to do.
This group of people had a scary vibe and they were very strong.
And as for Wentao, he was no match for them at all.
“P-President Chen, there is some misunderstanding. I think I had better ask my father to come here so that you can personally speak to him.” Wentao’s reaction was very quick. “Since I’m only working for my father, there is no point in you killing me. I can become your messenger and let my father personally speak to you,” he said again.
However, when he saw that Chen Hao didn’t bother to reply to him, he became more and more scared, finally falling to his knees with a thump.
“President Chen, please forgive me!”
At this moment, Wentao was completely terrified and he kept gulping.
Chen Hao slowly poured a glass of red wine. “Just now, I was thinking, if I were to meet your father, should I prepare a souvenir for him? I saw that your underlings brought cameras with them, which led me to a sudden inspiration!” Chen Hao said.
“President Chen, w-what inspiration?”
These cameras were actually meant to shoot videos; Wentao had a perverted hobby, in which every time he completed something, he would shoot a video as remembrance.
So, his underlings developed the habit of carrying cameras with them.
“As a souvenir, I want to shoot a video with you for your father to watch!” Chen Hao said.
“Of course I’m willing to participate. Sure, President Chen,” Wentao answered hurriedly.
Chen Hao winked at an underling.
Next, the underling took some fuel out of the cabin.
As for Wentao, he practically knew what they wanted to do.
“Don’t kill me, President Chen!”
He stood up and attempted to run away.
Whoosh! A bullet shot out of Wentao’s chest, followed by a stream of blood as he fell to the ground, twitching all over.
His underlings stood by his side and didn’t dare to move at all.
Just like that, his whole body was drenched in fuel.
“Yu, close your eyes!” Chen Hao covered Yu’s eyes as he told his underlings, “Light him up.”
“Ah!”
A terrible scream suddenly rang through the wilderness.
“Where is Wen Sen?” Chen Hao asked Uncle Wen after going back to the manor, so Yu could rest.
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