Bai Mu didn't expect to encounter Fan Galo just as he arrived at the community. He immediately stopped on the roadside, gazing at the young man whose face seemed paler and more handsome, feeling a dryness in his throat.
Yes, he was nervous, because he didn't know what price he would have to pay for this visit. There's no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Whatever you want, you have to pay an equal or even higher price for it. Just like when his parents found Bai Lin to be his destiny pillar, they lost their lives and nearly a tenth of the Bai family's wealth.
Fan Galo was a very mysterious person, with a somewhat unpredictable character. What would he demand? Bai Mu couldn't guess, so he brought everything he could. Money was the cheapest thing for him, followed by connections, resources, and favors.
At the same time, a secretive and deep worry was branded in his heart, making him restless and anxious. What if Fan Galo didn't need these things? What if he was greedier and more ruthless than Bai Lin? What if he wanted his freedom, life, or even his soul? Could he bear such a trade? Could he refuse? After all, Bai Lin, an ordinary person, almost drove him to a desperate situation, and Fan Galo's abilities were unfathomable. He could do so much!
Bai Mu pondered these questions on the way. Don't blame him for thinking so poorly of people, it was because this world was much darker than it seemed to be. But for the continuation of the family, the interests of the tens of thousands of employees under him, and for his own sake, Bai Mu had no choice but to come on this trip.
Seeing Fan Galo get out of the car and bid farewell to the driver, Bai Mu involuntarily took a few steps back, once again questioning himself—Was his decision correct? Would he not repeat his mistakes? Would he not bring another Bai Lin to his side and then fall into a more intense crisis?
While Bai Mu hesitated, Zhao Wenyi curiously eyed him, silently guessing his purpose. It should have been to see Fan Galo, because his fate seemed strange. Since leaving his adoptive brother, he had been constantly unlucky, and various bizarre encounters had become a topic of conversation in the business world.
But for some reason, he suddenly turned his bad luck around. The overseas branch unexpectedly discovered an inexhaustible oil field, and the domestic company's reputation reversed and its stock price soared. His adoptive brother was left bankrupt, unable to solve his problems even after selling two companies, and was deeply in debt for billions.
From being on the verge of collapse to a counter-attack, Bai Mu took only a week. Now everyone was talking about his extraordinary methods, but at this moment, Zhao Wenyi seemed to understand something. The reversal of the opponent's fate was likely due to Fan Galo's assistance.
But he didn't ask anything, instead he sincerely said, "Thank you. If it weren't for you, I might have committed suicide by now. You know, I don't have the ability to break free from Su Fengxi's control, but I do have the ability to stop her from using this body."
"Never have such thoughts, death is not the end, but the beginning of all suffering," Fan Galo's smile suddenly faded from his face, and his expression became serious.
Zhao Wenyi panicked and apologized, "I'm sorry, I misspoke. In the future, no matter how difficult the situation is, I will persevere, because you never know when hope will suddenly come. And you are my hope."
Fan Galo looked deeply into his eyes and then smiled, "You're right, persevere and hope will come."
Seeing the young man return to his previous gentle demeanor, Zhao Wenyi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. For some reason, he was afraid of displeasing Fan Galo, but the feeling was not like someone controlling his emotions and thoughts; it was completely from his heart and desire.
He was eager to make amends to this person.
But Fan Galo didn't feel his emotions, or that it was necessary to feel. He slightly bowed, politely bid farewell.
Zhao Wenyi wanted to chat with him a little longer but couldn't find an interesting topic, so he could only drive away disappointed.
Fan Galo walked towards Bai Mu and found that the latter was nervously taking a few steps back and then stood stiff, with a hint of interest in his raised eyebrows. "Are you afraid? Why?" he asked.
Bai Mu touched the back of his hand, which had been injured by a paper cutter. Fan Galo suddenly realized and apologized, "I seem to have been too wasteful. But what I squandered, I didn't explain."
Bai Mu was about to ask when Fan Galo spoke again, "This is all cash? Don't you think it's dangerous to flaunt them? There's a very convenient invention called a bank card, it seems?"
Bai Mu remained silent for a moment and said dryly, "I thought you would prefer cash."
Remembering the last time he asked for two thousand yuan in cash, Fan Galo laughed softly, dispelling the surrounding silence and making the early summer night cooler. He waved his hand, "No, I don't like cash. Mr. Bai seems to have misunderstood something."
Bai Mu didn't feel at ease; instead, his tension increased, his breathing grew rapid. Not wanting money was actually the worst-case scenario he had imagined, because everything else was more precious than money, and it touched the bottom line he had set for himself. If the price Fan Galo demanded was something he couldn't afford, everything he had achieved in these days would be shattered again. He hated this inscrutable fate, but he was powerless to change it.
His already pale face turned red, and he felt ashamed of his narrow-mindedness and darkness.
"I'm sorry, I..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was already pinned between the wall and Vanga's arms. Vanga, who was only 180 centimeters tall, had to look up at him, yet his presence was as powerful as that of a ruler.
"Don't resist!" Vanga whispered as he slowly approached Blanc. His crimson lips parted, moving closer to Blanc as if seeking a kiss.
Blanc's entire body stiffened, but his heart was burning. He should have struggled, but his body obediently followed Vanga's command, offering no resistance and no retreat.
The group of bodyguards carrying the safe looked bewildered, silently asking each other, "What should we do? Do we need to protect the client in this situation?" The answer, of course, was no. So they formed a circle and turned their backs.
Blanc could only watch helplessly as Vanga slowly approached. The back of his head was cradled by this man, and his fingers slipped into Blanc's hair, gently pressing on his scalp, bringing their lips closer and closer, so close that their breath and body heat melded together.
"Are you ready?" Vanga asked in a low voice, his breath coloring Blanc's face red.
"I'm ready," Blanc replied hoarsely, though in fact, he had no idea what he should be prepared for. Should he kiss a man? He seemed to be straight, so why couldn't he resist?
Next, Vanga suddenly took a deep breath, and at the same time, the thick, black, and sinister aura that enveloped Blanc, invaded him, and besieged him, began to spin violently, swiftly coursing through him, and then continuously being drawn into Vanga's mouth and nose, becoming nourishment for his body, and strengthening his consciousness.