Revenge

Mouse Rui looked down at his underlings, each holding sharp arrows aimed at him.

Suddenly, a foul smell filled the air as a yellow stream trickled down from Mouse Rui, suspended in mid-air.

The man in camouflage glanced at him, then barked at the henchmen, "What are you waiting for? If you don't hit him within fifteen minutes, you'll join him."

The threat spurred the henchmen into action; none of them held back.

Leo reached out, and a stoic bodyguard handed him a clean silk handkerchief. He gently wiped the blood from Zuri's hands.

"Let's go," he urged.

Zuri hesitated, wanting to see Mouse Rui's pain and terror, to witness his fate on behalf of the deceased Xiaosiyuan.

"Come on," Leo whispered, covering her eyes with his hand. "He's not worth it."

Leo seemed to understand her desire but cautioned, "Some things aren't worth seeing. Staying here might not be good for you. Do you want to continue?"

Zuri understood and turned away, leaving the warehouse.

Mouse Rui, still suspended, realized what was coming.

"No, please…"

His desperate cries were even more piercing than when faced with the arrows.

The Maybach slowly pulled away from the warehouse, heading towards the island in the lake. As they drove, Leo's phone rang.

"Is he dead?" he asked.

"No," came the precise reply.

Leo raised an eyebrow.

Zuri turned her sharp gaze towards him, eyes fixed on the phone.

"If he's not dead, then make sure he doesn't live well. Send him to Amy," Leo ordered.

The mention of "Amy" made the man on the other end shudder, despite his usual stoicism. He glanced down at the resilient Mouse Rui, who was still alive, and felt a rare twinge of sympathy.

Perhaps Mouse Rui would regret surviving this ordeal.

"Understood," the man replied.

He gestured to his subordinates, who dragged Mouse Rui away.

As Leo hung up, Zuri asked, "Where's that place?"

Leo replied softly, "It's a place you can only enter but never leave."

A place a good girl shouldn't know about.

Zuri fell silent for a moment, not pressing the issue. She didn't inquire about the identity of the people in the warehouse or their affiliations.

A cold rain fell as spring approached, adding to the chill in the air. Zuri walked into a densely packed urban village, navigating through narrow, cramped alleyways.

She stopped in front of a door, checking the house number before approaching.

A middle-aged woman carrying a basket of vegetables spotted her and asked, "Are you here to see the Meidaoli couple?"

Zuri nodded.

"You must be another victim of their scams," the woman speculated, eyeing Zuri's attire.

Zuri nodded again.

"Ah, you're too late. The police arrested them a few days ago. That couple is notorious for causing trouble," the woman explained. "Just a week ago, they were bragging about making fifty thousand, saying even the police couldn't touch them. But then, a few days later, a bunch of officers came and took them away. Apparently, they found evidence linking them to a murder."

The woman continued, "You're too late. If you'd come a few days earlier, you might have gotten some of your money back."

"Thank you," Zuri said, turning to leave.

Was it him who got them arrested?

It seemed like something only he would do for her.

She owed him another debt.

Mouse Rui, the Meidaoli couple...

He had taken care of all these people for her.

But Zuri felt no joy, only an emptiness inside.

She looked up at the cloudy, drizzling sky, feeling as if there was no light in her life anymore.

Would there be any light for her again?

As spring passed, life seemed to return to normal. Zuri's life was calm, but beneath the surface, her plan to seize control was growing, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The quiet stock market was on the brink of a storm.

In a rundown alley, there was a little-known café frequented only by a certain man and woman.

Damian, sipping his coffee, couldn't hide his excitement.

As Zuri entered and sat down, he exclaimed, "Zuri, you're amazing. That stock you picked made a killing. More and more people want to know what we're up to. When do we start the next phase of our plan?"

He was eager to proceed.

"Soon," Zuri replied.

Damian had been waiting for this. Now, he could move boldly and dominate the financial market.

"That's what I wanted to hear," he said, elated.

Remembering something, Damian continued, "In the last couple of months, I've made over three million in commissions, and the total profit is over eight million. We can split it fifty-fifty. Give me your bank account details, and I'll transfer your share."

Zuri sipped her juice and said softly, "I don't need it. Use the money to build a Hope Primary School and name it Siyuan School."

"That's over four million," Damian protested.

Giving it all away seemed like such a waste.

"Just do it," Zuri insisted.

Seeing she was serious, Damian shrugged, feeling a bit helpless.

He wasn't yet at the point where he could just give away four million without a second thought.

"Alright," he agreed.

"Find someone unconnected to handle it. You need to focus on the stock market in the coming months."

"Got it."

After Zuri left the café, Damian eagerly started contacting CEOs and wealthy, experienced stock traders he knew.

These people had plenty of money and were Damian's top choices for partners. He paid no attention to smaller investors.

Damian's word quickly spread, and within an hour, many people approached him, eager to invest. Many had already made significant profits following his lead, while others were drawn in by stories of his success.