Chapter Seventeen New Deal

  At night, the gentle breeze blew softly. On the balcony of the third floor of Silver Palm Villa, Mo Xiuyao's figure stood quietly under the moonlight, holding a glass of crimson Lafite in her hand. After sleeping for an afternoon, she felt much more spirited.

  Behind her, Wan Caoni was half-reclining on the sofa, with two full breasts in front of her chest, which were even more impactful under the moonlight, wanting to break free from the constraints of her skin. On the balcony, there were two chairs and a wooden table. Chu Yan sat in one of the chairs, holding a bottle of silver bullet beer in his hand.

  "Chu Yan, speak up, what reward do you want?" After a long time, Mo Xiuyao woke up from her contemplation and walked lightly to Chu Yan's side, sitting down on another chair. She placed the red wine in her hand on the wooden table. She didn't like owing people favors, never had. Since the moment she woke up, the words Chu Yan said when he saved her clearly floated in her mind.

  Hearing Mo Xi Yao's straightforward words, Chu Yan tilted his head back and took a swig of beer, smiling as he nodded "I like your personality. With your permission, I saved you, which fulfilled my promise to certain people. Saving you was not without reward, this is what I said the moment I saw you, so I like your straightforward personality."

  "A deal is a deal, let's set a price. I'm Mo Xiuyao, although I'm a woman, I don't lack money." Mo Xiuyao's expression returned to the calm and collected one that Chu Yan had seen when he first met her. In Mo Xiuyao's heart, she was still grateful to Chu Yan for saving her at that moment, but after she woke up from her sleep and sorted out her emotions, this gratitude gradually dissipated. The reason was none other than the words that Chu Yan had said while saving her.

  "Money, I'm not short of either." Upon hearing Mo Xiuyao's somewhat cold voice, Chu Yan's face showed his signature smile again. "I want you to help me find someone," Chu Yan said, taking out the stack of blood-stained photos from his pocket and quietly placing them in front of Mo Xiuyao.

  "These photos, most of which were taken over a decade ago, I need to know where these people are now. Find them and our transaction will be concluded." Chu Yan's words were clear, Mo Xiuyao looked at the dozen or so photos in front of her, and for a moment, she didn't know what to think. Almost every photo had some bloodstains on it, some with two thumbprints, one in front and one in back, some with a blurry patch of blood, and even two photos where the blood almost completely covered the faces of the people in them. With such photos, finding the people in them would undoubtedly be extremely difficult.

  "Looking for someone?" Mo Xiuyao was quite surprised, she didn't expect Chu Yan to make such a request. "Are you sure the reward you need is just helping you find out where these people are now?" Picking up the photo, Mo Xiuyao asked repeatedly.

  To be honest, Mo Xi Yao was very surprised. Anyone who knew her would want to owe her a favor. Her influence in the business world was enough to bring any struggling company back from the brink of bankruptcy. The black card that was revered as royalty on Wall Street was something many people dreamed of having, and yet the man standing in front of her now didn't seem to appreciate this opportunity at all. Instead, he proposed a condition that seemed somewhat absurd.

  "That's right, I was able to survive, it's because of these photos. Later, I will print a copy for you. This photo is the most precious thing to me." Chu Yan said, carefully putting away the photos one by one, and quietly gazing at the topmost one.

  Little girl wearing a princess dress, chubby face, big eyes that are black and round, two arms exposed outside like jade, feet wearing a pair of lovely pink sandals, the whole photo although already old but still can see the little girl in the photo is a lovely loli to the extreme.

  Quietly flipping through the photos, on the back of this photo, the two words "Ran Ran" are the only handwriting, and the rest is left with a blood-red thumbprint on both sides of the lower left corner, apparently someone had held this photo when their hands were full of fresh blood.

  "This little girl is the sister of a good brother of mine, her name is Ranran. This photo was taken fifteen years ago, and now it's hard to say what she has become, but fortunately I have plenty of time to find her and fulfill his brother's wish..." Chu Yan's voice was low and slightly hoarse, as if he had fallen into some indelible memories.

  "Why are you looking for them?" Mo Xiuyao's question was out of her mouth, and she immediately regretted it. After all, Chu Yan had just made it clear that he had a past that ordinary people couldn't understand, and Mo Xiuyao could feel the hurt emotions in his voice. However, after she spoke, Chu Yan didn't react at all. Mo Xiuyao wanted to apologize to him with a hint of apology, but when she looked up, she accidentally discovered that there was a faint glimmer of tears in the bottom of Chu Yan's eyes.

  "What makes this man's eyes moist?"

  "A man who can calmly drink coffee with a corpse beside him, why would he be moved to tears by an old, tattered photograph?"

  One by one, the thoughts rushing into Mo Xi Yao's mind were a bit confusing. Fortunately, Chu Yan's tears only flashed for a moment, and soon, Chu Yan's slightly out-of-control emotions returned to normal. He tilted his head back and finished the remaining half bottle of beer in one gulp, then carefully put the photo into his own pocket. "Sorry, I recalled some not-so-beautiful memories. How about it? Deal?"

  Chu Yan said, stretching out his big hand, and Mo Xiuyao also nodded hesitantly, stretching out her slender fingers. "Deal, and I have another job for you." Mo Xiuyao said, taking out a printed document from the office and placing it gently in front of Chu Yan.

  "Work?" Chu Yan didn't bother with the documents on the table. He knew Mo Xiuyao would give him a clear explanation of what was going on.

  "That's right, Caesar needs a personal butler with an annual salary of 300,000. How about it?" Mo Xiuyao believed that Chu Yan would not refuse the olive branch she offered, and Chu Yan also understood that this woman was indirectly compensating herself. By Caesar's side, there were already six Jin Dun company's Xuanwu-level bodyguards providing 24-hour protection, so he didn't need to get involved at all.

  "Not bad, Caesar is alright, I like being friends with him. As for your proposal, all I can say is sorry." Chu Yan smiled and shook his head before standing up and leaving.

  Watching Chu Yan leave, Mo Xiuyao's face didn't look good. She had tried to compensate him in a roundabout way, but he had rejected her right to her face. This was the second time Chu Yan made her feel like she was about to explode with anger. "He really doesn't know what's good for him!" Mo Xiuyao clenched her fist in frustration, her teeth grinding audibly.

  "Yuxiao, you've made a mistake, and it's a big one!" Wancai Ni, who had been comfortably drinking on the sofa in the house all along, finally spoke up with a drawl after Chuyan left.

  "Made a mistake? I won't make mistakes! He just doesn't know what's good for him!" Mo Xiuyao was unimpressed by her best friend's words, but Wan Caoni's next sentence left her stunned.

  "Chu Yan is a sentimental person." Wan Caoni's words made Mo Xiuyao pause for a moment. "Sentimental person?" Wan Caoni nodded slightly. "Yes, sentimental person, he must repay grievances and distinguish between gratitude and resentment. More importantly, he bears too much weight that neither you nor I can understand. Think about it, earlier, one photo brought tears to his eyes, what does this mean? It means the photo has an unspeakable significance for him, perhaps even the meaning of life itself. This is the most basic manifestation of a sentimental person."

  And you should remember what the head of the homicide team did when he first met him, right? He poked Chu Yan with his finger, and that subordinate also cursed at Chu Yan, and what happened the next day you should be clearer than me, the head of the homicide team was beaten to death by someone, and the subordinate who cursed was beaten into a sausage mouth. Do you think this thing could have been done by anyone else except Chu Yan? This is exactly what "an eye for an eye" means.

  And one more thing, that bald guy I was chasing for almost an hour couldn't catch him, but Chuyan finally brought him to me. What does this mean? It means Chuyan's skills are much better than mine, at least in terms of speed. And don't you remember when I kicked the bald guy to death, what expression did Chuyan have on his face? Was it shock, disgust or a calm smile? And how about your own reaction at that time?

  In short, Chu Yan is a man with a story to tell. When I said you were making a mistake, it wasn't just nonsense. The bounty on Bald Eagle's head is $1.5 million, and I don't have the face to ask for even a cent of that money. All this money belongs to Chu Yan now. Do you understand a bit now? "Thirty million a year, great thinking!"

  Wancai Ni's words stirred up layers of huge waves in Mo Xiuyao's heart. "That's right, Jenny didn't say a single word wrong, a man who has shouldered too many mysteries... I really thought it was too simple... Then... will he be angry about this?" Thinking of this, Mo Xiuyao herself couldn't help but shake her head and throw the thought out of her mind. "Whether he's angry or not has nothing to do with me!"

  "Alright, don't think about it anymore. Chuyan won't get mad at you. Come and keep me company for a drink. I'm not leaving tonight. It's been a long time since we slept together. Let's go, forget about the wine for now, let's take a bath together first..."

  "Jenny, can you not be so..."

  Hilton Hotel, outside the Presidential Suite door.

  "Squad leader, what if we don't have a search warrant?" Da Li stood beside Huang Kai, his gun trembling slightly in his hand. After all, the kidnappers they were about to face were ruthless and inhumane, so it was impossible not to feel tense.

  "Big dog, are you sure there's no problem with the timing?" Huang Kai ignored Da Li's inquiry and instead turned to ask Big Dog a question.

  "Don't worry, he won't be back before eleven." The big dog nodded confidently, giving Huang Kai a definite answer.

  "Alright! Let's go!!"