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“Xiao Qi, give your helmet to your sister.” The blond-haired guy said to the person behind him.

Xiao Qi took off his helmet and threw the black motorcycle and helmet to Bailian.

Bailian didn’t even look and directly raised her hand to catch them.

The original owner knew how to ride a motorcycle. As soon as she touched the motorcycle, she knew how to drive it.

With one hand, she put on the helmet, and with the other hand, she grabbed the handlebars. With her long legs, she straddled the motorcycle, one foot supporting the ground. Before snapping on the front visor, she glanced at Xu En.

“Don’t worry.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly bent down, her gaze cold as she looked ahead. The black streamlined body of the motorcycle intertwined with her clothes, revealing an innate flamboyance and wildness. The throttle started, and a rumbling sound rose. The motorcycle, like a wild horse, leaned into the turn and disappeared on the street in a flash! Elegant yet arrogant.

The group of teenagers came and went quickly.

Only Xiao Qi was left. He stood there for a while, holding his phone, and leisurely returned to Heishui Street.

In the middle, he only slightly glanced at Xu En and politely nodded to him.

Xu En was dumbfounded for a long time. He never expected that Bailian, who usually appeared gentle and even somewhat obedient in front of Ji Heng, was so skilled at leaning motorcycles into turns! After the motorcycle’s silhouette disappeared at the street corner, the assistant finally opened his mouth and looked at Xu En. “President Xu, this…”

He had never seen this kind of scene before. Long before coming to Xiangcheng, Ji Mulan had said that Bailian was unruly and did everything, but this was the first time they saw Bailian racing a motorcycle.

Those delinquent teenagers just now…

No wonder her grades were bad enough to need Xu En to arrange for her to enter the school.

“Forget it,” Xu En pressed his temples with a headache. “Don’t tell Mulan about this. As long as she’s not going to find Boss Lu.”

“We can’t get this case. It’s time for us to set off and return to Jiangjing.” The assistant opened the car door for Xu En to get in.

They originally came for Xiangcheng’s tourism industry, but now with Lu Youlin here, they seemed to have lost their chance.

The information they had finally obtained, just returning like this, he felt a bit unwilling.

** Private room in a bar.

Lu Youlin held a cigarette between his fingers and used his polished leather shoes to lift the chin of the old lady kneeling on the ground. He smiled with a sinister gentleness, “You take the lead in signing, otherwise you should know my methods, right? Sigh, I really don’t want to use such bloody means.”

The old lady stared intently at Lu Youlin’s face.

“Break one of her hands.” Lu Youlin flicked the cigarette ash and tilted his head.

“Bang–“

The door of the private room was opened by someone.

Bailian brought Mao Kun and Xiao Wu in. “Didn’t I say,” Lu Youlin looked towards the door, his eyes sinister, “No one is allowed to come in!”

The old lady raised her head and immediately recognized Bailian as the person she saw in the hospital in the morning. She anxiously spoke, “Young… young one, what are you doing here!”

“Also from Yongfu Neighborhood?” Lu Youlin narrowed his eyes and looked at Bailian, Mao Kun, and the others. “Catch them all together.”

Bailian didn’t even look at Lu Youlin. Instead, she walked a few steps forward and helped the old lady up.

“Bang bang–“

The few people who came to catch Bailian hadn’t even touched her when they were all kicked to the ground by Mao Kun.

“Are you alright?” Bailian looked the old lady up and down to confirm she was okay before letting Xiao Wu support her to the side.

To avoid accidental injury.

Before being led away, the old lady couldn’t help but look at Bailian, very surprised. When did Ji Shaojun have such a fierce niece? Mao Kun’s skills made Lu Youlin realize that something was wrong. He extinguished his cigarette and, while inconspicuously pressing the button to light up his phone for an SOS call, he vigilantly asked, “Who are you?”

“Who am I?” Bailian reached out and picked up an unopened bottle of wine on the table.

She weighed it in her hand, hooked her lips at Lu Youlin, but there was no trace of a smile in her dark and desolate eyes. She raised her hand and smashed it towards Lu Youlin’s head just like that! “Crack–“

Bright red blood flowed down from Lu Youlin’s forehead. He abruptly raised his head, “You dare?!”

Beside him, Mao Kun suddenly retreated to the side.

“What do I not dare to do?” Bailian took out a tissue, lowered her eyes, and leisurely wiped her hands clean.

As soon as she finished speaking, with another “bang,” Lu Youlin was kicked onto the table by her, and the wine glasses on the table shattered and fell to the ground with a clatter.

“You… you’re seeking death!” Lu Youlin was stepped on his chest by her.

He could feel his broken ribs.

Lu Youlin spat out a mouthful of blood. He could sense that Bailian was a similarly dangerous person to him. He grinned hideously and raised his head, “The woman I beat up that day, who is she to you? Haha, are you very angry? But so what? Can you call the police to arrest me? You still… can’t do anything to me!”

Bailian slowly squatted down, her slender and coldly white fingers casually picking up a piece of glass. She used the glass to press against Lu Youlin’s cheek, forcing him to face her gaze directly.

Bailian just looked at Lu Youlin like that, leisurely taking the cigarette Mao Kun handed over, her tone light as a breeze, “You’re really ridiculous, asking me to call the police?”

The blood on Lu Youlin’s body slowly flowed to her side along the ground.

She increased the force on her hand and even laughed lightly, “Call the police? Do you think… you’re qualified for me to call the police on you?”

Even her tone carried the scent of blood.

If it were anyone else, anyone, whether it was Lu Lingxi or Director Chen and the others…

Anyone might have talked to Lu Youlin about the law and morality, but now it was Bailian, the Bailian who had personally slaughtered countless Japanese pirates–

Did she need a reason to make a move on someone?!

Lu Youlin, who had always thought that Bailian wouldn’t dare to touch him, only now felt fear.

He abruptly shouted, “Do you know who’s behind me? Heishui Street, Qinglong Bar!”

The glass pressed against Bailian’s hand paused slightly. She narrowed her eyes.

Lu Youlin licked his lips, but thought Bailian was afraid. “Mao Shao of Heishui Street, you know, right?”

“Young one,” the old lady walked over and pulled on Bailian’s clothes. “Let’s just go…”

Before she could finish, Mao Kun immediately jumped up. He pointed at Lu Youlin, incredulous, “Damn, when did I ever know you? Don’t you f*cking slander me!”

Then he jumped in front of Bailian, almost crying out, “Sis, I really don’t know him!”

What kind of dog dared to frame his White Vest! “Enough,” Bailian stood up, seeing his disgraceful appearance. She carelessly smoothed her sleeves, her tone unhurried, “Take him back and deal with him properly.”

Seeing that Bailian believed him, Mao Kun was extremely moved.

Then he turned his head to look at Lu Youlin, as if looking at a dead man.

Lu Youlin looked at Bailian, then at Mao Kun. After realizing something, his face suddenly turned deathly pale.

** The next day.

Xu En’s temporary residence.

Ji Mulan told Xu En the good news about Shen Qing early in the morning.

“It was really very successful?” Xu En only knew that Shen Qing’s surgery was successful and felt very surprised. “Do you know who it was? From which hospital?”

The assistant recalled the old man in floral shorts from yesterday.

“Lucky?” The assistant pondered slightly. “That old man didn’t look like a surgeon at all.”

Otherwise, the assistant wouldn’t know how to explain. He didn’t understand medicine, but judging from the aura of that old disco-dancing man…

He really didn’t seem like a proper surgeon.

Xu En was pensive.

Ji Mulan didn’t say anything.

“That Airbus ACJ350 yesterday…” Xu En suddenly remembered this matter.

His phone rang. It was from the main residence in Jiangjing. The caller was Old Madam Xu. “You didn’t reach an agreement with Boss Lu?”

“You also know him,” Xu En answered the phone and fell silent for a moment. “The Ji family will have misgivings in their hearts.”

“Xu En, you’re really muddled for that woman!” On the other end of the phone, Old Madam Xu tapped her cane. “Such a good opportunity in Heishui Street, and you won’t cooperate with him? Without accomplishing anything in Xiangcheng, just wait until you return for the shareholders’ meeting and see how they’ll strip you of power.”

“Also, that woman and her daughter, don’t even think about them entering the gates of our Xu family.”

Old Madam Xu hung up the phone with a “click.”

Her voice was loud, and both the assistant and Ji Mulan heard it very clearly.

The assistant lowered his head, pretending he didn’t hear anything.

Ji Mulan still sat upright, her expression unchanged.

“Don’t mind it.” Xu En patted the back of Ji Mulan’s hand, then frowned.

The assistant glanced at Ji Mulan, worried, “If the cooperation with Boss Lu on that case doesn’t work out, we really have no way. We can only return to Jiangjing first. If that Lord Chen could lend a hand…”

“I haven’t even met Lord Chen,” Xu En pressed his brow ridge, his head aching to the point of exploding. He wearily said, “Let’s not talk about this matter. I’ll ask Miss Xu later if she can help me ask Lord Chen.”

How could Ji Mulan not understand the assistant’s gaze?

It was precisely because of Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing that she also felt uncomfortable. She couldn’t possibly persuade Xu En to cooperate with Boss Lu, could she? Just at this moment.

The gatekeeper brought someone in. “Mr. Xu, a Miss Bai is looking for you.”

“Ah Lian?” Xu En raised his head and saw the clear and light figure holding a black bag and wearing a blue and white school uniform. He was quite surprised. “How did you find this place?”

He hadn’t given Bailian the address.

Then he thought that it was probably Ji Heng who told her.

Today’s Bailian was lazy and casual, a stark contrast to last night.

“I’ll ask about something and leave,” Bailian didn’t sit down. She had her schoolbag slung over one shoulder, and in her hand was a document. She unhurriedly rolled up the document and tapped it against her palm, “I remember you’re also vying for the development rights of that Yongfu Neighborhood plot. How much resettlement fee will you give them?”

Ji Mulan rarely spoke to Bailian anymore.

But at this moment, she was upset because of the matter with Old Madam Xu. Xiangcheng’s tourism couldn’t be developed, and Xu En was greatly affected. Now Bailian was rubbing salt on their wounds.

She was simply pouring salt on their wounds.

“Why aren’t you going to school and coming here for this? You don’t understand these things. What’s the use of asking so much and so clearly?” Ji Mulan looked at Bailian, unable to endure it anymore.

She had told Bailian about the Bai family’s business so many times.

Bailian didn’t listen to a single word.

“It’s fine, it’s not something that can’t be mentioned,” although Xu En felt a bit hurt, he still gave Bailian a number. “I originally wanted to apply to the higher-ups in advance, but that Boss Lu made the first move and got the demolition rights.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bailian didn’t pay any attention to Ji Mulan at all. She listened to the number Xu En gave, which was a bit more than what Ji Shaojun had estimated. She stopped tapping her palm, her eyebrows and eyes lazy, not light or heavy, her tone particularly disdainful, “From now on, it’s yours.”

She handed the rolled-up document to Xu En.