Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 1101: The All-Powerful Brother Han

"Come on... let’s not, Brother Han."

Jiang Cheng hesitated after hearing his words.

"I’ll be careful myself. Just wait for me at the hotel."

Everyone knows they might be laying in ambush at the airport; why take the risk?

"Stop the nonsense, send it to me. I have something to deal with now. We’ll talk at the airport."

Fu Shihan ended the call, giving Jiang Cheng no chance to refuse. Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Jiang Cheng smiled complicatedly.

It’s been like this over the years; he gathered this group of so-called ’trash’ around him, helping them plan future paths and arranging for them to learn various skills.

If it weren’t for Fu Shihan, no one knows where those high school delinquents, who were only into skipping classes, fighting, smoking, drinking, and goofing off, would be or what they’d be doing now.

Fu Shihan always said he’s wasted too much money on them and can’t let them get into trouble. But they all understand, what does that money mean to him anyway?

Jiang Cheng took a photo of the ticket to send to Fu Shihan, then tossed the phone back in the bag, scanning his surroundings with increased vigilance.

Soon it was boarding time, and six hours later, the flight safely landed in Canada’s capital.

Jiang Cheng had already disposed of the jacket he was wearing back in the Empire and changed into a new one at the airport.

He wore a baseball cap, sunglasses perched on his nose, and chewed gum with a carefree appearance as he walked outside.

But underneath the dark sunglasses, his eyes remained vigilant, scanning the crowd within his sight range.

Just as Fu Shihan had predicted earlier, he spotted several suspicious individuals at the arrival gate.

These people were constantly looking for something among the crowd and occasionally checked the photos on their phones, evidently having difficulty distinguishing East Asian faces.

From afar, Fu Shihan saw Jiang Cheng and quickly made his way over.

Jiang Cheng also spotted him soon after, noticing how he walked straight toward them, clearly standing out despite wearing a mask, with his tall figure and striking appearance attracting attention. But it’s unclear what he’s planning to do.

Fu Shihan walked into the crowd, brushing past a man in black. Then he signaled Jiang Cheng to exit through the right.

Jiang Cheng immediately understood his hint. They left one after the other, and two or three minutes later, a group of police officers charged in their direction.

Jiang Cheng curiously watched near the door, perplexed as he saw the police, symbolizing the side of justice, pin those individuals to the ground.

"Let’s go, what are you looking at?"

Fu Shihan walked out, casually took Jiang Cheng’s hat off his head and wore it, then tossed him the car keys.

"Brother Han, did you call the cops?"

"Yeah." Fu Shihan didn’t deny it, after all, as a model citizen, even when abroad, certain good deeds must still be done.

"Then what reason did you give them for calling the police?" Jiang Cheng asked puzzled.

"Drug dealing."

Jiang Cheng was dumbfounded, finally noticing the gloves Fu Shihan was wearing.

Thinking back to how he approached those people, Jiang Cheng began to realize what Fu Shihan had just done.

He must have slipped something good into their pockets in that brief encounter.

He has quick hands, learned from a thief he knew before.

Jiang Cheng still remembers during school, Fu Shihan occasionally learned surprising things, leaving people baffled.

Why would a rich second-generation learn such things? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Only later did it become clear it was indeed useful.