To put it simply, it is better to rely on oneself than to rely on others.

Su Ruoba used the sharp end of a straw to gently grind against the hemp rope that was tied around her wrist. Because she needed to twist her wrist in reverse, her movements were particularly strenuous.

Soon, her wrist began to ache. Su Ruobai took a break and continued to rub the hemp rope on her wrist.

Perhaps this group of black-clothed individuals had never bound someone before. The hemp rope that was tied around his hands was not very thick, but rather long. It wrapped around his wrist several times, and as long as one strand was worn away, all the strands would unravel.

Sweat trickled down Su Ruobai's white forehead, his limited range of movement making him feel restless and increasingly hot.

I don't know how long had passed when a faint sound of footsteps came from outside.

Su Ruobai immediately inserted the straw into the back pocket of his pants, pretending to be weak as he leaned against the wall, hanging his head low.

With a creaking sound, the warehouse's large door swung open once again, and the beam of moonlight shone upon Su Ruobai for the second time.

Outside was silent and still, occasionally interrupted by the chirping of summer insects, which only heightened the solemn atmosphere.

Su Ruobai turned his head slightly and feigned the posture of being awakened from sleep by a disturbance. He raised his head, squinting his eyes, and looked over.

The person who entered this time is obviously different from those men in black. Those people can only be considered as minor underlings, while this person...

Not to mention his attire, just by sensing the gradually approaching calm aura, one can tell that he is a leader.

"Mr. Su doesn't seem surprised at all," the person's voice was slightly solemn, with a calm pace.

As he approached, Su Ruobai got a clear look at the man's appearance. He was an average-looking man from the central-southern region, with nothing particularly outstanding about him. His skin was slightly dark, and there was a prominent scar at the corner of his eye.

That scar made Su Ruobai feel a little repulsed.

"I'm not surprised," Su Ruobai answered truthfully, "I simply don't know you at all."

"Yeah, you're right. If Young Master Su never leaves the house, how could he possibly make enemies with anyone?" The person stopped two steps away from Su Ruobai, his tall figure enveloping him completely.

The calm conversation made Su Ruobai pause for a moment before asking in a soft voice, "Do you have a grudge against my second uncle?"

"Su Jiacheng? No," the man denied outright. "Although he is a brainless fool who is only interested in quick success, he hasn't offended me enough to make me take action against him."

Su Ruobai admired this mysterious man in her heart, finally someone knew that Su Jiacheng was a fool.

Not giving him another chance to ask questions, the man took the initiative to introduce himself.

"I am Jiang Wei, from Shangcheng."

Su Ruobai quickly searched for this person's name in his mind, going through all the slightly famous people in this life and the previous life, only to be stunned to find out that he didn't even know Jiang Wei.

But the other party accurately called out his name, without seeming like they had caught the wrong person. Moreover, the other party didn't have any grudges against Su Jiacheng, and when Su Jiacheng was mentioned, they dismissively brushed it off. It shouldn't be someone hired by Su Qiaoqiao...

Suddenly, Su Ruobai's rapidly spinning thoughts froze for a moment.

"It seems that Young Master Su has figured it out." Jiang Wei reached into his waist and pulled out a handgun, making a 'click' sound that resonated like the opening of the gates of hell, reminiscent of the sound of an aged and worn pivot.

The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at Su Ruobai.

Cold sweat poured down Su Ruobai's face as he quivered and hesitated to open his mouth. "Wait a moment..."

The man lifted his gaze at him. Although he didn't speak, his eyes seemed to ask, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"I... am unwilling to accept this."

He took a deep breath.

"If it's because of Wen Yuan's condition, I refuse to accept it."