But there’s really no way, he really doesn’t know how to make his brother believe such an absurd and bizarre story.
After pondering over countless words, at this moment, he just said one sentence:
"Incheon Port... I will go to Incheon Port, brother. This is the last time."
The call was hung up, An Youxuan was evidently very busy.
"Ah Miao. Let’s go to Incheon Port..."
In fact, they’ve been on the way to Incheon Port all along, but in this final sentence, Ah Miao detected a hint of helplessness.
Wen Xishu stared at An Jincheng:
"Now, we can only pray that after this knife is taken away, the reverse seven ceremony can’t be completed."
An Jincheng appeared dispirited. Just like Wen Xishu said, he really couldn’t persuade his brother.
Jicheng, Sanqiu Group headquarters.
After hanging up his brother’s call, An Youxuan initially planned to continue handling company affairs. Recently, prices were being driven up by an unseen hand.
People had been hearing all kinds of rumors, some even started hoarding supplies.
This was an opportunity for the Sanqiu Group. He was indeed very busy.
But just as he was about to sign with the pen in his hand, An Youxuan suddenly paused.
"This is the last time."
"Promise me, Ah Cheng, this is the last time."
The dialogue of the older brother in the comic who betrayed the whole village but couldn’t let go of his younger brother was repeated by Ah Cheng just now.
And this sentence was something he also said to Ah Cheng, in that hospital room.
Someone as smart as An Youxuan suddenly realized that indeed, his younger brother hadn’t been mischievous for a long time.
Ever since that time in the hospital room, after demanding that his brother stop doing things that would hurt him, his brother had really become obedient.
"President An, at your service."
An Youxuan looked at the secretary beside him. This was a girl whose working style was very similar to An Youxuan’s: meticulous, serious, and rigorous.
"Has your brother ever told you something very absurd, sounding incredible, but he believed it was absolutely real?"
Bai Muen didn’t expect President An to ask a question unrelated to work, but she still answered earnestly:
"Yes, but it wasn’t the truth, just something he swore was going to happen. Six years ago, my brother held my hand and said he would take me to hide in the mountains of Longshan District because the end of the world was coming. Many people believed it at the time, and later a movie was made about it."
"But at that time, I didn’t believe him."
While Bai Muen spoke, she was also serious and meticulous.
"Sounds about right, my brother just told me something, and its absurdity is just like what your brother said six years ago."
An Youxuan planned to continue his work. Just then, Secretary Bai suddenly said:
"But I think I should have gone."
An Youxuan was somewhat surprised; he appreciated Bai Muen’s robotic-like personality, not saying unnecessary words, not doing unnecessary things, clean and efficient.
So he was slightly puzzled:
"After my parents died, I think he definitely hoped I would accompany him, regardless of whether it was true or not, at that moment, my brother really wanted to protect me. I was preparing for my English exam at the time, and I refused."
"But if I hadn’t refused... maybe this memory would become interesting. I’m a dull person. If I could choose now, I wish I had made more childish mistakes in my past."
At this point, Bai Muen’s face suddenly turned red:
"Sorry, I’ve spoken too much today."
"Indeed a bit too much, not quite like you. But it’s also good, you can try talking a bit more occasionally."
An Youxuan closed his eyes, and after about five seconds:
"Contact Old Wu, I’m going to Incheon Port."
Bai Muen didn’t ask why, she immediately started contacting the person An Youxuan referred to as Old Wu, a retired racer named Wu Feichi, who was rumored to have challenged Bayenbruck with an outdated car.
He was now An Youxuan’s exclusive driver. An Youxuan hardly ever utilized him, just kept providing money to support Old Wu’s family of three.
Usually, An Youxuan used the driver arranged by his grandfather.
Only An Youxuan’s most trusted Secretary Bai knew about Old Wu. Bai Muen was also well aware that President An’s approach was the way smart people do things.
Some drivers could take President An to various venues.
While other drivers, it was best not to use them because once used, it indicated a life or death crisis.
"I’ll leave the work to you. My brother’s acting up again, but... you were right, I’m too serious and dull. There should be more childish bits in my memories. Anyway, it’s just this time."
An Youxuan started heading towards the underground garage.
Fate has divine strokes. After the outbreak of the apocalypse, Bai Muen and her brother, as ordinary people, couldn’t survive. In the current trajectory of fate... Secretary Bai indeed died.
But she didn’t expect, with Wen Xishu’s involvement, she finally had the chance to show her sincerity to An Youxuan.
Recalling her brother’s few heartfelt words... began to quietly change her predetermined fate.
Jicheng was in complete chaos.
The airport was blocked, the station was blocked. It seemed all police cars in Jicheng were dispatched, with armed helicopters even in the sky.
Ah Miao squeezed every memory in his brain, pushing the speed of the red Ferrari to the limit!
On another road leading to Incheon Port, Wu Feichi said:
"Boss, don’t worry! I’ve never fought such a rich battle! Usually, what do they give me to drive? Today I’m driving a Maybach! Even if a demon riding an eight-legged horse comes, they’ll have to eat my exhaust!"