"Boss, how was my performance just now? We should settle the remaining payment, right?"
In the alley, beside an SUV, a young man with a fawning smile asked a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked displeased and glared at the young man, "Stop grinning like that. You don't look like someone who just lost their mother. Aren't you afraid of being seen?"
He then took out a check from his pocket and handed it to the young man, "Here's a million. Come back in three days and cause another scene, and you'll get another million."
This middle-aged man was the one who had also been dressed in mourning clothes and standing behind the young man earlier.
"Thank you, boss, thank you!" The young man excitedly took the check from the middle-aged man.
"But you're quite ruthless, kid. You could even lay a hand on your own mother," the middle-aged man said with a playful look.
The young man smiled and replied, "As long as there's money to be made, let alone my mother, I could do it to my whole family."
However, the young man then looked worried, "Boss, do you think they'll do an autopsy? What if they find out I poisoned my mother?"
The middle-aged man responded, "An autopsy requires your signature. As the next of kin, if you don't agree, what reason would they have to perform one?"
"Right, right, as long as I don't agree, then it's fine," the young man realized.
"Clang!" But just then, a sound suddenly came from the corner of the alley.
A clay pot that had fallen to the corner of the wall slid to the ground. Hearing the sound, both men quickly looked towards the corner and saw Xia Yiting standing there!
Moreover, Xia Yiting was holding a mobile phone. Judging by her horrified expression, it was clear that their conversation had been overheard by her, and possibly even recorded.
"Damn it, what are you waiting for? If you don't want to go to jail, grab her!" the middle-aged man exclaimed in shock, shouting at the young man beside him.
The young man snapped back to reality, a cold glint in his eyes, and charged towards Xia Yiting.
"Ah!" Xia Yiting screamed and frantically fled out of the alley.
However, she was just a girl and couldn't possibly outrun a strong young man.
Before Xia Yiting could reach the mouth of the alley, the young man caught up to her.
"Help!" Xia Yiting cried out, her arm being grabbed by the young man.
"Slap!"
The young man raised his hand and slapped Xia Yiting across the face.
A bright red handprint instantly appeared on her delicate cheek.
"Damn it, if you dare to scream again, I'll kill you!" the young man threatened in a low voice.
Xia Yiting was thoroughly terrified, trembling all over, and dared not make a sound.
The middle-aged man also arrived beside Xia Yiting at this moment and gestured towards the phone in her hand.
"Damn it, give it here!" the young man cursed and snatched Xia Yiting's phone.
When the middle-aged man opened it, he found the recording Xia Yiting had just made in the album.
He deleted it directly, and then a cold glint appeared on his face. He also recognized Xia Yiting's identity, "Brat, you must be that Doctor Chen's student, right?"
Xia Yiting was so scared she couldn't speak, looking at the two men with terror.
The young man had already taken out a small knife from his pocket, ready to attack Xia Yiting, "Little girl, you've got guts, daring to eavesdrop on us. Since you know what you shouldn't, don't blame me for not holding back!"
"Wait a moment," the middle-aged man stopped him.
The young man looked surprised, "Boss, you're not thinking of taking a liking to this little girl, are you? Although she's pretty, there are plenty of better-looking women outside. She knows I killed someone, so she can't be let go!"
Hearing that the young man intended to kill her, Xia Yiting's legs went weak, and tears began to stream down her face.
The middle-aged man said, "Don't worry, after we finish our business, I'll hand her over to you. For now, she needs to be kept."
"What for? Boss, what if she runs away..." the young man looked anxious.
The middle-aged man glared at the young man, "Don't you want the money anymore? I said keep her, so keep her. She might become a bargaining chip for the person behind me, understand?"
Upon hearing about the money, the young man reluctantly tucked the dagger back into his waist.
"What... what are you going to do? Please let me go," Xia Yiting, a frail girl, had never seen such a situation and pleaded with them fearfully.
"Damn it, so much nonsense. How could I let you go when you know my business!"
"Bang!"
After cursing, the young man raised his hand and delivered a palm strike to Xia Yiting's fair neck. Xia Yiting immediately fainted and fell to the ground.
After knocking Xia Yiting unconscious, the young man leered at the middle-aged man and reminded him, "Boss, after you're done with her, remember to hand her over to me for disposal."
He was truly afraid of his actions being exposed.
The middle-aged man didn't bother to explain, waving his hand, "Don't worry, drag her into my car. After things are done, I'll hand her over to you."
The young man smiled and nodded, "Got it. I'll have my fun with this girl then, see how she's different from the ones in the brothels."
Saying that, the young man picked up the unconscious Xia Yiting and hugged her, sighing, "Damn it, this little girl smells really good."
He licked his lips and couldn't help but grope Xia Yiting a couple of times before carrying her into the back seat of the middle-aged man's SUV.
The middle-aged man took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped off all the fingerprints on the phone, and then threw the phone in a corner.
Getting into the car, the middle-aged man glanced at the unconscious Xia Yiting in the back seat, started the engine, and drove out of the alley.
Seeing the middle-aged man leave, the young man excitedly looked at the check in his hand, "Now I have money for the casino and to visit brothels! Heh heh, I didn't expect my old mother to be so valuable. Alas, if only my father hadn't died so early, I could have made even more."
As the young man spoke, he planned to leave the alley. However, just as he was about to leave, he saw the mobile phone that the middle-aged man had discarded in the corner.
"This is an iPhone. I've never used this brand of phone before. It would be a shame to throw it away. Anyway, I know the password. If I change the SIM card, I can use it!" the young man thought. He walked over and picked up the phone from the ground.
He then took out the SIM card, broke it, and threw it on the ground, inserting his own SIM card into the phone.
Turning on the phone, the young man looked smug. He had never used such an expensive phone before, and now he could show off to his friends.