The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

"Two cars alternate tracking, a professional team."

The front-row bodyguard reported in a low voice, "They probably followed us from the airport."

Su Yutang clenched her handbag.

There was a self-defense tool in the bag that Bo Jingzhou gave her, but it would probably be useless against a professional killer.

Her mind raced. Who was it? Liz's people? The Xiao family? Or someone else...

"Hold on tight!" The bodyguard in the front row suddenly turned a corner.

The car made a sharp turn and rushed to the right side of the road. In the rearview mirror, a gray SUV was following closely.

Another bodyguard suddenly said, "Captain Zhang replied, support will arrive in ten minutes."

Su Yutang felt a little relieved. They just had to hold out until Bo Jingzhou's support arrived.

............

at this time.

At the Xiao family, Xiao Zhenting picked up the phone and said to his confidant on the other end of the phone: "Liz will be back soon, you do as I say..."

"Su Yutang must be killed today!"

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Zhenting showed a grim smile on his wrinkled face.

Of course, he would not place all his hopes on Xiao Hengyu, but this matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

Hesitation will lead to failure. Xiao Zhenting has lived a lifetime, and this time, he cannot lose.

On the streets of Rongcheng Old Town.

A shadow huddled beside the trash can moved, and a scarred hand stretched out from under the sleeve that was so dirty that the color could not be seen, rummaging through something in the rotten lunch box.

Flies buzzed overhead.

Not far away, there were two rotting corpses.

The beggar was lying on the ground picking up food. His hair was messy and he was wearing tattered clothes. His face was so dirty that it was hard to recognize his appearance.

This beggar is the long-missing Qiao Mutian.

Since the Qiao family of three fell into debt, they could no longer make a living in the imperial capital and had to beg all the way back to the familiar Rongcheng.

But none of their former acquaintances were willing to lend them money, and their relatives were unwilling to help them. After returning to Rongcheng, the three of them still had to rely on picking up garbage to make a living.

When Qiao Mutian was poisoned and about to die, Su Xue suddenly found her and gave her a pill of the antidote that the Xiao family had obtained.

She remembered what Su Xue said when she found her: "I can give you the antidote, but I, Su Xue, never do business at a loss."

She knew what Su Xue wanted, a mad dog that would bite people, to avenge her and kill Su Yutang for her.

But she knew even more clearly that she could not defeat Su Yutang. Su Yutang now had Bo Jingzhou and the entire Su family by her side, while she... didn't even know where her meal would be tomorrow.

So she followed Qiao Zhenguo and Guan Shuhui to hide in Rongcheng, but she didn't expect that they would face an even more miserable life.

Qiao Mutian stuffed half a piece of bread covered with green mold into her mouth. Her hair was matted into wisps and she looked hopeless.

She had been living like this for several months, and she exuded a sour odor that was more pungent than a garbage can.

People passing by pinched their noses and walked away quickly.

Until someone found two bodies on the roadside.

"Ugh—what's that smell?"

A woman in high heels suddenly stopped, covered her mouth, and pointed to the corner of the garbage station. "Is there... a dead person there?"

The man next to him walked closer and took a look, and was immediately shocked. It was really a dead person.

The two quickly called the police.

The police arrived quickly and set up a red line.

The young police officer squatted down and asked Qiao Mutian: "Miss, do you know these two deceased people?"

Qiao Mutian shook his head blankly and continued to gnaw on the moldy bread.

"The preliminary diagnosis is multiple organ failure caused by long-term hunger, coupled with influenza infection. The time of death was less than 24 hours..." The voice of the forensic doctor floated into my ears.

"Pull up, they're just two homeless people," the officer's voice came again, "Notify the funeral home to handle it directly."

The police officer found that he could not get anything out of Qiao Mutian, so he carried the two bodies nearby away.

Qiao Mutian raised her head and looked at the two bodies being carried away by the police. She chewed the bread she had picked up from the trash can and could no longer control her tears.

She whimpered a few times, stretched out her dirty hands towards the stretcher that was moving away, and finally withdrew her hands.

She lied.

She knew both of them.

Three days ago, Qiao Zhenguo was still coughing and gave her half a biscuit, and the sick Guan Shuhui used her hands to drive away the rats crossing the street for her.

But now she could only watch as the police took her parents away in body bags, like they were disposing of two bags of garbage, and she could do nothing.

She had nothing, not even enough to eat, and no money to buy a cemetery for them to be buried. Perhaps it would be best if they were taken away by the police.

This is better than staying here and rotting and stinking...

On the other side, Su Yutang's car was getting rid of the SUV behind it, and the bodyguards in the front row turned the car into the street in the old city.

There were a lot of people here, so the people who were chasing them didn't dare to act recklessly in the busy area. Coincidentally, they encountered an oncoming police car. The SUV chasing them from behind might have seen the police car and suddenly stopped chasing them.

"Madam, there is a police car ahead." The bodyguard driving the car also slowed down.

Su Yutang raised her head.

I saw two police cars parked across the middle of the road, several policemen setting up a cordon, and passers-by gathered in a circle pointing and talking, as if some major accident had occurred.

The other bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief: "Madam, the car behind us has turned around. Should we wait here for support?"

Su Yutang nodded: "Okay."

The car drove smoothly on the street.

Su Yutang looked outside curiously and saw two police officers carrying a body bag into the car.

Her gaze moved to the roadside, where a disheveled beggar was staring blankly at the corpse going away, half a piece of moldy bread in his hand.

Because the beggar's hair covered half of his face, and the exposed skin was covered with dirt and scars, she could no longer recognize the beggar's face.

She grew up in Rongcheng and had seen the poor people there. She also knew the fate of the homeless people. If they didn't get help, they would eventually starve to death on the roadside and no one would care about them.

Every time she passed by, she would leave some money or food for them.

In an instant, Su Yutang thought of Nan Yu many years ago.

At the beginning, Nanyu was such a wandering child. He curled up in the alleys of Rongcheng in winter, his lips turned purple from the cold.

At that time, she handed him a cup of hot milk, and the light in the boy's eyes when he looked up is still unforgettable.

Now, when I see the beggar on the roadside gnawing on the moldy bread he picked up from the trash can, I can’t help but feel moved.

"Pull over," she said suddenly.

Although the bodyguards in the front row didn't know what Su Yutang was going to do, the car behind them didn't catch up at this moment, and there were police officers here, so it was indeed safe, so they parked the car on the side of the road.

Su Yutang got out of the car with a stack of banknotes in her hand. She walked quickly to the curled up figure, bent down and placed the banknotes in front of the other person.