Beneath the charming moonlight, stars flickered.

Waves, tides, the ocean, mountain ranges.

A modernist mansion was perched atop a cliff, as splendid as a palace.

Outside the door, the grass was lush, giant trees flaunting, flowers blooming vibrantly, resembling a fairyland.

If it were daytime, it's uncertain how beautiful it would all be; even in the deep of night, it was still brightly lit, solemn, and profound.

At the entrance, flawless marble surfaces reflected light crisply, easily illuminating a man called Ji Jue, who was broke.

"Don't go, Brother Ji, don't you know me? I'm super low-key, the most low-key! All this is my brother's private property! I've never even been here before!"

Seeing Ji Jue back off, Chen Yubo burst into tears immediately.

He held his cat in one arm and clung desperately to Ji Jue with the other: "Besides, at this point, what's mine is also yours, and what's yours is still yours! Help me out for the sake of our brotherhood, or else why would I even come back?"

If not for a trusted arm to lean on, what difference was there for him between a splendid palace and a death row prisoner's cage?

Better to keep hiding under a bridge in a dirty gutter.

Since it was going to be a sudden death either way, might as well find a cleaner way to die.

At least it would be quick.

As Ji Jue looked at the opulent mansion before him, he couldn't help but feel his back teeth itch with hatred, his heart pounding nonstop with resentment toward the wealthy.

So much money, goddamn so much money.

"If we really get through this, everything's negotiable!" Chen Yubo had come to terms with it: "Anyway, I can't keep it all, I'll give you half!"

"No, please don't!"

Ji Jue felt his conscience being judged; just like the mansion standing beside a cliff, his own conscience was beginning to edge toward committing a crime.

"Don't talk about money, do it for your own sake. If I slip up even slightly, you're gone, okay?" Ji Jue persuaded: "Let's just chalk it up to bad luck, get through these days, and the future will be wide open, alright?"

Chen Yubo, holding his cat, tearfully remained silent.

Maybe he remembered his brother, whose fate was uncertain.

Of course, it might also be the money that he was destined to never keep.

Better to benefit a brother than someone else, damn it!

Ji Jue's thoughts began to slide again, feeling that Chen Yubo by his side was even more tempting than the handsome but poor Xiao An. The latter only looked good, but the former was truly wealthy... money was gradually blinding me.

Especially since just binding him lightly could squeeze out juicy, fresh federal coins.

Ji Jue's hand had already reached for his gun several times.

The mansion was empty, even the usual servants had been dismissed, with only a few of Chen Xingzhou's trusted Chosen Ones and about a dozen armed guards left.

It looked just like a storefront.

Honestly, staying in the city might as well be the same; at least the flies drawn by money wouldn't dare to use bombs or weapons of mass destruction there.

If Ji Jue came for the money, he might just bring a few hundred kilograms of explosives or a missile, or at least a Self-Destruction truck, right?

Once thoughts began to slide, inspiration for crimes couldn't be stopped.

Like a spring gushing.

If I could bribe an insider here, that would be quite a spectacle.

Unfortunately, after meeting Chen Yubo, most of Chen Xingzhou's trusted ones seemed indifferent; even if they knew they had to protect their boss's last relative, they didn't seem too concerned. Even those who clamored about 'loyalty' at this time couldn't be relied on.

The boss was in the emergency room, and there's a meat ticket worth at least forty billion beside him; who could resist having crooked thoughts?

Internal and external troubles.

Ji Jue's heart was about to break.

Damn it, why am I working for free? Not benefiting at all, but trouble keeps piling up… Ji Jue felt angered, almost wanting to kick Chen Yubo, this bastard.

With so many people in the world, why does your brother have to be Chen Xingzhou?

Couldn't you have another, more worry-free brother?

And more importantly...

There were Ji Jue's classes.

He looked at the time; it was past one in the morning, guessing Professor Ye might still be awake, he made a call and stuttered, "Teacher, I…"

"Taking a leave of absence?" The professor understood immediately.

"Yes."

"Is it Chen Xingzhou's mess?"

The professor asked again; Ji Jue had nothing to say, then heard her voice, "Well, if you're involved, it saves me the trouble... Consider this a business trip."

Ji Jue's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

If the master has an affair, the disciple takes over the burden, so I'm essentially solving problems for Professor Ye? She couldn't have shrugged off responsibility that swiftly, could she?

Couldn't you at least fight for Ball Brother for me?

Unfortunately, the professor didn't mention it, only asking, "How long will you need?"

"About a week?" Ji Jue wasn't sure.

No matter how big the mess, it should be over after a week.

It couldn't be that your Desert Market's internal strife would last two or three years, right? How could everyone else get on with their lives?

Whether Desert Market fights internally or not isn't important, but everyone else's life matters. If you can't stop, others won't mind helping you stop.

So, according to Ji Jue's estimate, since there was already one week, another week should also suffice.

"Okay."

After the professor hung up, Ji Jue's phone kept dinging, and several megabytes of PDF scan copies came smashing in through the messaging app, all damn photocopies of documents from the library.

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