latelenovela Chapter 311 Don’t care
Chapter 311 Don’t care
Zhao Ruoming tied Ji Zhao to himself and carried Ji Zhao on his back towards the underground garage, with François leading the way.
203 quietly extended his tentacles to support Ji Zhao, helping Zhao Ruoming to reduce most of the weight.
424 took a look and made no comment on 203's anti-system behavior. It was busy counting money (energy points obtained by fleecing 203).
While counting, 424 suddenly stopped and asked faintly, "Aren't you a novice system? Why are you so rich?"
203 hesitated. It couldn't answer this question. It had a terrifying amount of energy points and credits, more generous than any other system it had ever seen. It could only attribute this to the fact that it had accumulated them while working on the database.
203's data flow was a little chaotic, and he said, "I don't know either..."
While the two systems were chatting, Zhao Ruoming also wondered, "How did you make the fire on your car?"
Francois touched his nose and said, "Fire in the Palm - it's a magic trick our ancestors used. I asked 424 to apply it to his practice."
Palm fire is a magic trick that often appears in costume dramas. Apply some flammable substances to the palm of your hand and use chemical reactions to make them burn, and you can create a fire out of thin air. The temperature of this flame is extremely low, and it can only fool people's eyes.
If the front of the car really caught fire, the temperature inside and outside the car could reach several hundred degrees. Of course, 424 could put up a huge protective shield for Francois to prevent him from being roasted. But if that happened, the other people in the banquet hall would be in trouble. Being scratched by a car with fake fire and being burned by a car with melted iron sheets would have completely different consequences. They were all for the mission, so knocking over a few guests would be fine, but it would be bad if a real fire broke out.
Francois looked so funny when he said "old ancestor" to a foreigner, which made Zhao Ruoming laugh. The heavy atmosphere also lightened a little.
"Oh, right," Zhao Ruoming reminded him, "The front of your car was burned like that, and it's too fake to think that the car is still intact after the fire is out. Let's take care of it. Do it yourself or do it me?"
Francois asked, "How are you going to deal with this?"
Zhao Ruoming thought, "Let's blow it up. Control the explosion range. A small explosion will please you."
Francois nodded indifferently. He didn't need this car. "424, can you go?"
424 said: "Give me the money and I'll go."
The three of them walked into the elevator and went down to the underground garage. As soon as they walked out of the elevator door, a figure suddenly flashed in front of them.
There are so many uninvited guests today.
François looked at the tall man with blond hair and blue eyes in front of him. It was obvious that the other person was not Chinese like him, but a "foreigner".
"Fyodor?" Zhao Ruoming stopped, and as she moved, sweat flowed down her forehead. Carrying Ji Zhao was not heavy, but it was uncomfortable to have their skin pressed against each other in the warm room.
It's a Russian, François thought.
Fedor didn't even look at François and said to Zhao Ruoming, "Give him to me." He was referring to Ji Zhao on Zhao Ruoming's back.
Zhao Ruoming looked at Fyodor intently and shook his head: "No need. Have you prepared a car?"
Fyodor frowned, but did not argue. He just said, "It's just in front."
Zhao Ruoming winked at François, who followed him knowingly.
The car that Fyodor prepared was a very sturdy Hummer, which was out of place among the luxury cars like a rough giant. Although this car was not suitable for the Dark Blood Feast, it was very suitable for Ji Zhao at the moment. It was as if he knew something in advance and prepared it specially for Zhao Ruoming.
Fyodor opened the car door, and Zhao Ruoming put Ji Zhao in the spacious back seat with difficulty, carefully covered her with a sheet, and took off his coat to cover her. Because the other person was so big, the coat looked like a patch on her.
Seeing this, Francois quickly took off his standard trench coat for domineering CEOs and handed it to Zhao Ruoming: "Zhao, this is thicker. Your waiter's coat is too thin. Use mine."
He wore a standard double-door miner's jacket, which was a more suitable size than Zhao Ruoming's pathetic little jacket.
Zhao Ruoming did not refuse. He thanked him sincerely and covered Ji Zhao with his windbreaker.
Fyodor watched the interaction between the two with cold eyes, and suddenly said: "There is air conditioning in the car."
Francois had been beaten by the Mansfield family for three years, and his flesh had become firm and elastic, and he was extremely sensitive to people's emotions. He immediately felt that although this Russian had no ill will towards him, he didn't seem to like him very much.
No, what happened to him today? Why is he so annoying?
Zhao Ruoming patted François on the shoulder and said, "Get in the car. I'll tell you everything when we get there."
Francois really helped a lot today. Zhao Ruoming had already made a plan B. If Francois couldn't understand what she meant, she could just use Fu Dongshu's identity to carry Ji Zhao all the way out. Anyway, Feng Baobao's royal family path had been negotiated, so it didn't matter if Fu Dongshu, the agent, stepped down.
Several people were sitting in the car. Although Fyodor had a sullen face the whole time, he played the role of the driver conscientiously and drove the car very steadily.
"Where are we going?" said Fyodor.
Zhao Ruoming was sitting in the back seat of the car observing Ji Zhao's condition. Hearing this, he raised his head and pondered.
He definitely couldn't go back to the Duan family, because he couldn't explain it to his sons. Moreover, the Duan Hongji identity couldn't be exposed in front of Francois yet. He couldn't go back to Fu Dongshu's apartment either, because Feng Baobao and his mother lived there. If he went to any hotel, he might be mistaken for a human trafficker. Where else could he go...
Francois suddenly said in French: "Theodore has many hidden spots in China, and I have taken them all down."
Francois was not sure whether Fyodor was one of his own, so he decided to use an encrypted call. Anyway, the Russians probably couldn't understand French, and Zhao Ruoming could let 203 translate in real time.
When Zhao Ruoming heard this, he said:...You are really a good brother to Theodore.
Zhao Ruoming asked: "Where is the address?"
François gave another address in French.
Zhao Ruoming checked the specific location, selected an address, and told Fyodor.
Fyodor didn't say anything, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice. He turned a corner and drove towards the address Zhao Ruoming said.
Today - oh, it was already past midnight, it was already yesterday. Yesterday morning, he was called by Fragment 203, who said anxiously that something very important would happen to Zhao Ruoming today, and asked Fyodor to go and help.
The longer Fragment 203 stayed in Fyodor's body, the more obvious its bug was. The time it could control the body was getting shorter and shorter, and the signal was intermittent, with frequent confusion and failures. It spoke incoherently, and Fyodor had to work hard to understand what it meant. Before it could finish, Fragment 203 crashed again, and it might take two or three days for it to wake up.
As the male protagonist of the harem stallion story, and his family was involved in the underworld, Fyodor was naturally eligible to participate in the Dark Blood Banquet. The problem was that he had no idea what would happen tonight, and could only piece together a little from the scattered information given by Fragment 203. He was so confused, stubbornly and hopelessly waiting at the banquet, waiting for Zhao Ruoming's action.
He had been watching Zhao Ruoming from the dark. He watched the confrontation between Zhao Ruoming and Di Wanshu, the interaction between Zhao Ruoming and Francois, Zhao Ruoming beating Feng Liuxue... He watched everything about Zhao Ruoming. It was only just now, when he was sure of what Zhao Ruoming was doing, that he hurried to the underground garage to drive the car.
As a result, Zhao Ruoming now doesn't trust him, but trusts the Frenchman more.
But it was no big deal. He was forced to work for Zhao Ruoming and only needed to do his job well. As for the other party's attitude towards him, he didn't care.
He doesn't care.