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"...I knew it! My brother suddenly got a brain; it turns out he had a cunning strategist giving him advice behind the scenes!"

A look of realization dawned on Ye Bai's eyes, and some of his previous doubts were now answered.

Although Zhao Chengfeng has questionable character and comes from a humble background, he is far superior to Ye Xuanyuan in terms of intelligence and ability.

"Young master, this pretty boy surnamed Zhao still hasn't learned his lesson. I think I should just give him a good beating, the kind that will keep him bedridden for a year or two!"

Shen Lu clenched her little fists so hard they cracked, and said fiercely.

Seeing the little girl's adorable yet fierce expression, the taxi driver almost burst out laughing.

These days, there are plenty of boastful old men everywhere, but it's rare to see a little girl who's always talking about fighting and killing.

Fortunately, he was also professionally trained and adhered to the principle that no matter how funny the customer was, he couldn't laugh, so he forced himself to hold it in.

"Lulu, didn't your young lady tell you that you should use your brain instead of your fists when you do things? Otherwise, how will you ever get married!"

Ye Bai began to worry about the little girl.

No normal man likes a violent woman.

This is similar to how normal women wouldn't like violent men.

Except for those with masochistic tendencies.

"I don't want to get married!"

Shen Lu blushed slightly and said softly.

While the two were talking, Ye Xuanyuan, Zhao Chengfeng, and the others had already started getting into the car.

Ye Xuanyuan and his bodyguard were driving his favorite black Bentley.

Meanwhile, Zhao Chengfeng and Lu Sita, the black-robed Taoist priest, were driving his flashy red BMW.

The two sides parted ways and did not go in the same direction.

Ye Bai, without hesitation, instructed the taxi driver to follow Zhao Chengfeng's red BMW.

There's no need for him to worry about Ye Xuanyuan anymore. Since Yan Yangshuo came before, he should have already set his sights on him.

As for whether he could gain any advantage from the Ye family's bodyguards, Ye Bai had no idea.

Although he was an adopted son of the Ye family, he had limited knowledge of this newly wealthy family, and could even be described as completely unfamiliar with it.

But in any case, he finally gave Yan Yangshuo something to do, so that the other party wouldn't keep an eye on the people around him all the time.

The only pity is that Yan Yangshuo is too vigilant by nature and has an innate and keen intuition for danger.

Trying to lure it out and kill it using this method is almost impossible.

Some people are born to commit crimes.

If it weren't for his involvement back then, Yan Yangshuo would definitely still be living a carefree life, not only would he not have become a fugitive, but he would also be living a very comfortable life.

Three years ago, when Ye Bai exposed Yan Yangshuo's true colors, the guy had almost successfully whitewashed his image and become a locally well-known entrepreneur.

They even did a lot of charity work.

Many people give Yan Yangshuo a thumbs up, considering him a conscientious businessman and a rare good person.

No one would associate him with a ruthless murderer who has taken dozens of lives.

Therefore, Ye Bai now only hopes that the Ye family's bodyguards are strong enough, preferably carrying firearms, so that they can kill Yan Yangshuo on the spot.

"Brother, how long am I supposed to keep following you around? Do you think I can even continue my other businesses if I'm stuck with this one deal?"

After following Zhao Chengfeng's red BMW for almost twenty minutes, the taxi driver became completely impatient and started complaining.

Speaking of taxis, they are also one of Jingzhou's unique features.

However, the "unique features" mentioned here are not in a positive sense, but rather in a strong negative sense.

The chaotic state of the taxi industry in Jingzhou is notorious throughout the province.

Overcharging, refusing passengers, sharing rides, poor service attitude, and even arguing or physically assaulting customers are just some of the typical misdeeds.

The people have filed many complaints, but in the end, nothing has been done.

It is said that the owner of the taxi company has a very powerful backer, and even the admiral has to give him some face, so he naturally dares to be arrogant and domineering.

Whether the rumor was true or false, Ye Bai had no idea, but the fact that the taxi driver in front of him was very rude was clearly true.

How can you talk like that?

Shen Lu was indignant and was about to argue with the other party when Ye Bai stopped her.

Without further ado, he took out his phone and scanned the QR code on the taxi to transfer 500 yuan.

"You have received 500 yuan..."

As soon as the notification sound rang out, the taxi driver, who had been looking gloomy, instantly beamed and bowed, saying, "Brother, you're really generous. Don't worry, we'll follow him wherever he goes, and we promise you won't lose him!"

Seeing the taxi driver's sudden change from arrogance to obsequiousness, Shen Lu was completely dumbfounded. Ye Bai leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Lulu, remember this: if you don't want to use your brain to solve problems, using money is the easiest way. In short, using your fists is always the worst method..."

"Okay!"

The little girl nodded vigorously. Although she didn't quite understand everything, she figured she could just write it down.

What the son-in-law says is always right.

—"The Self-Cultivation of a Little Maid".

Spurred by the promise of 500 yuan, the taxi driver became incredibly energetic, showcasing his impressive driving skills to the fullest.

Weaving and weaving through the bustling streets.

He drove a taxi with surprisingly smooth and effortless driving skills, leaving a host of luxury cars in awe.

Not only did they follow closely behind Zhao Chengfeng's red BMW, but they also did so without him noticing at all.

This made Ye Bai start to think that this driver might actually be a real talent, and that driving a taxi was clearly a waste of his abilities.

Finally, after another ten minutes or so, the red BMW in front began to slowly reduce its speed.

"Huh? Isn't this District 8?"

Shen Lu glanced around, her mouth agape in surprise.

Ye Bai looked around and his expression became somewhat strange.

He was familiar with this place; he had come here with Qin Wanqing not long ago.

It was in the same old neighborhood where Shen Lu's unreliable father, Shen Fugui, lived.

Could it be that Lu Sita, that disgrace to the Xuanmen sect, has been hiding here all along?

Watching the black-robed Taoist priest get out of Zhao Chengfeng's car and walk alone into the alley, Ye Bai couldn't help but admire the perseverance of these guys.

Being a rat that everyone wants to kill is obviously not so easy. Not only do you have to hide everywhere, but you also have to choose a place with a poor environment and a diverse mix of people to be safe.

It's difficult to stay in upscale neighborhoods or hotels; those places are easy to expose.

So what's the point of these guys ruthlessly accumulating wealth everywhere?

They have money but dare not spend it, only to have it all go to waste after they die.

This is truly a case of someone's mind being ruined by practicing Taoism!

Ye Bai sighed, waiting for Zhao Chengfeng's red BMW to leave. He and Shen Lu also got out of the taxi and quietly followed behind Lu Sita...