That slap never landed. Sun Binghe was rushed to the hospital, leaving Yang Bin and Nie Sheng to handle what came next.
Jin Lei hadn't escaped. By the time they fished him out, he had almost suffocated.
More pitifully, he was still alive.
Chu Yilan would never let him off easily.
Word of Sun Binghe's "heroic deeds" soon spread. Feng Yueshan came to visit with a fruit basket the next day, clapping vigorously the moment he entered. "That's our Assistant Sun! Shen Lian said it was quite a spectacle, like shooting a blockbuster."
Aside from mild oxygen deprivation and physical exhaustion, Sun Binghe was fine. After a night's rest, he was back to his flawless self, with rosy lips, pearly teeth, and a pleasant expression. He accepted Feng Yueshan's praise without any false modesty. "Not bad, I suppose."
Yang Bin frowned as he adjusted the IV drip beside him, wanting to say something but holding back.
"Spare me the lecture." After Feng Yueshan left, Sun Binghe leaned against the headboard with his eyes closed. "I had it all worked out."
No sooner had he spoken than his phone vibrated. He picked it up, took a look, and abruptly sat upright.
"Could you move a little slower?" Yang Bin asked.
Sun Binghe grinned from ear to ear and held the screen out for Yang Bin to see. His bonus had just arrived, fresh off the press. There was no denying that Chu Yilan was very generous with his trusted men.
Yang Bin smiled at that. "Are you short on money?"
"No." Sun Binghe added to his private stash. "But when it comes to money, the more the better."
Yang Bin and Sun Binghe wielded considerable authority. Chu Yilan had tempered them into an unstoppable force, but neither man was blindly loyal.