Five days after Xiaomi was secretly arrested.
Young Master He sat in his bedroom, with the hottest celebrity of the moment lying beside him.
Having just finished a fierce round in bed, he silently lit a cigarette.
He grabbed the phone beside the bed and dialed Thirteen's number with practiced ease.
Over the past few days, he had called him several times almost every day.
With Xiaomi completely out of contact, he could only pin his hopes on the Pao Ge Society.
"Brother Thirteen."
"Fuck, for the love of God, would you look at the time? I give up."
Thirteen cursed over the phone. "I'm begging you, stop calling every day. My wife's starting to think I'm keeping a mistress."
"Ahem, well... Xiaomi."
"We haven't found him. Don't panic. No news is the best news right now."
Thirteen patiently reassured him.
Young Master He had heard those words countless times already.
Gradually, he too began to notice something fishy.
Given the Pao Ge Society's influence, there was no way Xiaomi could have disappeared under their noses for five days.
Vaguely sensing something wrong, Young Master He hurriedly hung up.
Without even stopping to put on his shoes, he ran out of the room and shouted to his secretary, "Xiao Chen!"
"Young master."
"Did something happen to the goods in Chun Prefecture?"
The secretary froze, his expression turning extremely ugly.
"Y-young master, how did you know the goods in Chun Prefecture were hijacked? I was just waiting for you to wake up so I could tell you."
Smack!
Young Master He slumped sideways against the door, his flushed face turning deathly pale.
His breathing gradually quickened.
"Young master?"
"So that's it." Young Master He clenched his fists. "Little White Tiger and Thirteen set me up. They screwed me over."
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