Chapter 4 The Red Sun Nursing Home

Walking out of the bank’s grand entrance, Lin Xiao now carried a bank card worth a fortune in his pocket. Only at this moment did his mind finally calm down completely.

He began to reflect on himself. When Ji Boxiao handed him that check, he probably never imagined Lin Xiao would dare to take so much money. After all, the original owner of this body was timid by nature, incapable of such boldness.

But now, the owner of this body had changed. Only a fool would pass up such an easy windfall; shortchanging himself would be pure stupidity. Though the Ji family was wealthy, there was little chance they’d let him off so easily.

Lin Xiao could already imagine Ji Boxiao’s methods: he’d likely send someone to teach him a lesson and reclaim the money. A man might lose his head or shed blood, but he must never lose his money! Now that the money was in his pocket, unless he willed it, no one would ever take it from him.

The Ji family was undeniably powerful in Xun City, but killing him in broad daylight was out of the question. Enough, there was no need to overthink it now. With such a sudden windfall, he deserved to reward himself properly!

With that thought, Lin Xiao decided to find a nice place to enjoy a hearty meal. Though a transmigrant, Lin Xiao harbored no grand ambitions. His motto in life was to seize joy while he could, living each day as it came. If he could lie flat and live as a salted fish, he’d never bother striving for more.

Having received five million from Ji Boxiao, he felt that was more than enough to spend. All that remained was to figure out how to be a proper salted fish. After some brief deliberation, Lin Xiao resolved to treat himself to some barbecue and crayfish—tasty and affordable.

But before he’d gone far, Lin Xiao sensed something amiss. He kept feeling as though someone was following him—a gut instinct. Feigning casualness, he glanced back several times and spotted a few obvious thugs tailing him.

To confirm his suspicion, he wandered aimlessly in a wide circle, but the group still trailed him.

Lin Xiao was unsure: were they Ji Boxiao’s men, or just local punks targeting him for pocket money, seeing him as a student? He quickly dismissed the latter. His clothing, all together, might not total a hundred yuan—no ordinary thug would bother with him. There was nothing to squeeze from him.

The original owner of this body hadn’t always been so destitute; most of his money had gone to Liu Ruyan, leaving him in such a sorry state.

This thought made Lin Xiao feel a pang of frustration, but on second thought, if not for the original’s slavish devotion, he wouldn’t have had the chance to come to this world, nor would he have received five million so easily. Fate worked in mysterious ways.

He shook his head, casting aside such musings. There were more pressing matters at hand—namely, shaking off the thugs behind him.

There was no way Lin Xiao would part with his money to avert disaster. The only reason his pursuers hadn’t struck yet was likely because they were waiting for him to enter a less crowded area. He could not allow them such an opportunity.

Lin Xiao quickened his pace, sensing the men behind him do the same.

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“Boss, I think this kid’s onto us. He keeps dragging us in circles and now he’s picking up speed. Looks like he’s trying to lose us.”

“We’ve got so many guys—what’s he going to do, sprout wings and fly? Young Master Ji was clear: rough him up as much as you like, just don’t kill him. The brat scammed Young Master Ji out of five million. And he said that money is our reward. We can’t let the meat slip from our mouths.”

“Boss, taking care of this brat’s no problem, but he keeps heading toward crowded places. It’s hard for us to make a move.”

“What’s the rush? Just keep watching. If he keeps this up, we’ll act even if people are around. One way or another, we have to get him today. If he starts spending our money, that’ll be real trouble.”

Lin Xiao couldn’t hear their conversation; he was still racking his brain for an escape. He knew he couldn’t win against so many thugs, and unless there was absolutely no choice, he didn’t want to get roughed up.

He pondered his options as he walked. Perhaps because he was lost in thought, he suddenly realized that the number of people around him was dwindling.

By the time Lin Xiao noticed, it was almost too late. A furtive glance behind revealed the thugs had closed the distance.

This discovery startled him. How could he have made such a mistake?

Lin Xiao quickly surveyed his surroundings and realized, without noticing, he’d wandered into a residential villa district. Though still within the city, the area was much less populated.

Such a place was perfect for those guys to make their move.

He couldn’t just sit and wait for doom—he needed to lose them quickly.

With this in mind, Lin Xiao dropped all pretense and broke into a run.

Seeing him bolt, the thugs immediately gave chase.

“Lin Xiao, I advise you to stop right now. If we catch you, the pain you’ll endure will be several times worse than now!”

“Hand over the money and let us rough you up a bit, and we’ll call it even. Otherwise, you’ll have to bear the consequences!”

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Hearing their shouts, Lin Xiao was now certain these were indeed Ji Boxiao’s men. He had to admit their efficiency—their speed in tracking him down was impressive.

But if they thought they could snatch his money, they were dreaming!

Lin Xiao ran fast; the original owner’s body wasn’t in bad shape. After all, as Liu Ruyan’s loyal lackey, he’d worked several jobs a day—some quite laborious—which had made this body sturdy enough.

But that was the extent of it. Shaking off these thugs was no simple matter, especially since one seemed to be a wind-type ability user. The man was now using his power, closing the gap rapidly.

Even without looking back, Lin Xiao could feel the pressure bearing down on him.

He couldn’t keep this up; if they caught him, he’d be in for a world of trouble.

Just then, a large sign appeared up ahead.

Red Sun Nursing Home.

Without a second thought, seeing the open gate, Lin Xiao dashed in.

He was about to enter when the gatekeeper stopped him.

“Young man, you can’t just barge in here!”

Lin Xiao couldn’t care less. He fumbled for an excuse.

“Sir, I’m here to see my grandfather. I made an appointment earlier.”

The old gatekeeper seemed to recall something. “Now that you mention it, I remember—you must be Little Sun. Today’s your grandfather’s birthday. Yes, you did make an appointment. Go on in.”

“Thank you, sir!”

Lin Xiao was overjoyed. He’d managed to bluff his way through. No time to dwell on it—he only hoped this would shake off his pursuers.

But would those thugs dare follow him inside?

Would the old gatekeeper get caught in the crossfire?