Imperial Treasure-Chapter 715 - 442 Another Plan_3

He sighed inwardly, "Ah, the true nature of men."

"I’m wondering what game they’re playing... They neither kill us nor take us away, nor skin us,"

"Do they think they can wait until the dust settles before taking us away?"

When Fu Ling brought up this topic, the other three naturally responded gracefully.

Su Zimu, with her slender figure, slouched in the sofa, somewhat tired but still relatively calm, "They must have other purposes."

"Your ’other purposes’ imply either other plans they have or other plans for us," Cao Yu looked at Su Zimu.

He rarely saw admirable qualities in the women he usually met, not that he looked down on women— in fact, he had received an education from the aristocracy of foreign countries for at least half of his life and had great respect for women.

But previously, most heiresses, besides their expensive handbags, high heels, and heavily photoshopped selfies after spending lots of money on beauty treatments... had nothing else.

This had created a cognitive inertia in him.

Until he encountered the mysterious and nearly omnipotent and perfect Sui Yi in this calamity, as well as the unconventional Ming Lanyuan, and now the more uninhibited and feisty Fu Ling, of course, and Su Zimu.

This girl’s reputation had long been circulating in the upper echelons of Capital City; after all, those wealthy families still held some respect for literary and noble qualities.

The tradition of valuing both scholarship and officialdom had never changed in Chinese culture.

Su Zimu’s fame came from her literary accomplishments.

He thought she was scholarly or a bookish person, but he realized he was wrong after getting to know her.

Such as her elegantly phrased response just now, which prompted him to ask such a question.

Su Zimu glanced at him, her voice light and faint, "Their focus has always been only on two things, one is arms and the other the Rongwei family system... It has nothing to do with us personally. Once they get what they want, naturally there’s no need to make more plans about us... They are still here and not afraid of others coming to rescue us... Obviously, they have more important objectives, or it could be considered a continuation of the previous two objectives..."

If Yi Chilian were here, they would definitely applaud this girl. They had only deduced through clues that being a hostage and a valuable object, once used, is not fresh anymore. To ensure safety, it’s best to turn us into dead people...

"So, among us four, someone will inevitably die..."

These words were really ominous, but everyone present took it seriously. Old Master looked deeply at Miss Su and smilingly said, "Young lady, you seem quite resigned for your age."

Su Zimu tilted her head, supporting her cheek with her hand, and said drily, "Those who are not resigned are all dead now."

What the hell, is this a godly reply?

Cao Ling’s expression stiffened for a moment, then he heard Fu Ling echo: "Right, asking for it!"

Cao Ling: "..."

Old Master: "...."

Why do beautiful, high EQ, and high IQ women always choose such an unconventional path...

Too much freedom because of too many resources!

"Since we are very likely to die, including you, Young Master Cao, I now have a feeling that you’ll end up like a duck squeezed dry, eventually destined to be disposed of utterly,"

Squeezed dry... duck...

"If Miss Fu Ling could choose another analogy, I’d be happier," Cao Ling said faintly, paused for a while, and then said, "I think my fate will be different from yours. If they don’t see me alive, some of their plans will be difficult to implement, even much harder, and will also face significant setbacks..."

The power of the Cao Family, his aunt’s influence in the United Kingdom, would cause serious trouble for that organization...

He had this confidence.

"Ah~ your words unintentionally hurt me. Are you mocking my and Miss Su’s humble backgrounds~"

Old Master raised his eyebrows; "I always feel you think I have ulterior motives, are you still doubting me?"

Fu Ling chuckled softly~

Su Zimu remained silent, and Cao Ling was noncommittal.

Old Master rarely rolled his eyes, shook the scavenged newspaper in his hand, and continued while reading, "Just wait, someone will come to rescue us. I believe in the power of our Nation!"

These words...

The expressions of the three were unanimous.

Just then... CLANG, The Gate opened.

The Black-robed Man walked in, smiling slightly: "It seems you four are having a good conversation, I’m glad to see such harmony amongst you..." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)