My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1033: Can Be Humble to the Dust
The existence that made countless people in nearby countries lose their courage at the mere mention.
Therefore, if there was a way to eradicate this group, one would gain not only tremendous benefits, but also become an important ally of several nations and draw in significant forces.
This was also the reason Su Feiman wanted to get involved in this extremely dangerous matter.
But even he didn’t dare to speak confidently of success, and yet Jun Huang, this young man, actually proposed to use it as a bargaining chip, truly presumptuous!
Third Young Master Jun simply said, "Godfather, you are not invincible. Someone will surpass you someday, and I’ve decided to be that first person!"
"Good, good, such arrogant words, the deal is on. I’ll wait for you to come back, or rather, wait for your corpse to return!" Su Feiman’s chilling tone ended the call.
Third Young Master Jun took a deep breath, his eyes, the darkest and coldest, flickering with the coldest mist below.
He was taking a grave risk, undertaking this mission and putting his life on the line, and it wasn’t just for the sake of making up for a failed mission.
Godfather Su Feiman, born in a poor fishing village in the Golden Triangle, was orphaned from a young age.
Yet years later, he became a hegemon of his age.
Behind the glory, there always hides all that is dark and unseen.
Ha, he indeed wanted to know, how the Godfather reached his position today, as everyone’s dark history could become the most lethal factor.
This place could perhaps become his chance for a dramatic turnaround, an opportunity to turn the tables!
Of course, this opportunity required gambling with one’s life and luck. Let’s take that bet then, as there was nothing he dared not to bet on nowadays.
However, before embarking on this perilous action, he had to make all the necessary preparations, so that even if he failed, everything would be in order.
He immediately called Ilid.
"You didn’t keep a close eye on Ye Lu, allowing her to run back. Now, it’s your chance to make amends. Think of a reason to come to the country immediately, officially, on business."
He was heading for the Golden Triangle, and during this lengthy period away from Ye Lu’s side, he remained worried that the Godfather might strike at her.
After all, until his own deal succeeded, the Godfather was not bound by the terms of the agreement, and without his protection by her side, he could never be at ease.
If Ilid visited the country in his status as a prince, he would surely receive the highest level of protection. Having Ilid bring Ye Lu as a friend would guarantee her government-provided, 24-hour guardianship.
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The next morning, Third Young Master Jun came to Ye Lu’s room, which was quiet, warm, yet also cold.
He saw that she was awake, sitting on the bed, her small face slightly pale, frowning, with her legs folded, a look of discomfort on her face.
His heart raced as he hurried over and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong? Are you having a cramp in your foot?"
Ye Lu didn’t speak, and Third Young Master Jun himself lifted the blanket, indeed seeing that her foot was cramping.
He picked up her foot and began massaging it proficiently; during this time, he had gone from clumsy massage techniques to becoming practiced. Although not as good as a professional, it was still very comfortable.
But Ye Lu still regarded his presence with indifferent coldness. Ever since he had forcefully taken her back, she had been extremely aloof towards him, speaking only when it was absolutely necessary.
As if he was invisible to her.
No matter how gentle Third Young Master Jun was, no matter how much he cared for her, she never wavered in her attitude.
Third Young Master Jun wasn’t annoyed, and continued to care for her with tender words and gentle actions.
If his pride ever surfaced, he could be as strong and domineering as he pleased, but when he willingly submitted to love, he could be as humble as the dust, without regret or complaint.
Regardless of her cold indifference, her sarcastic and mocking words, or even slaps and insults, he remained unfazed.
