My boss betrayed me

Chapter 177 Finale

After a long time, he said in a soliloquy: "We will punish you without paying the price; we will punish you at any cost. If you live, some gentleman who cares about face will feel uncomfortable. What I personally cannot understand is that since you want to save your soul, why don't you make everything you know public? How much control can your repentance and sense of justice have over you?"

Xia Muchu said: "For people like me, this is the end of the road. There is no room for me to move forward or backward. No matter what flag I carry, I will feel inferior. I can only sink to the ground."

"Yes," said Renault.

"Your front and back each have their own philosophical territories. You can't exist between two forces and two interests. There is no such space."

Xia Muchu asked: "Can I take it that we have reached an agreement?"

"I think so."

Renault spoke, his tone was calm and firm, and his powerful aura was like a king descending, full of dominance. At this time, the light in the living room was slightly dimmed, as if adding a mysterious atmosphere to this tense conversation. A few rays of light penetrated the gaps in the heavy curtains and fell obliquely on the carpet, forming a series of light and shadow dividing lines that seemed to appear and disappear.

Outside the window, the breeze gently blew the leaves, making a rustling sound. The leaves swayed in the wind, like dancing notes, adding a touch of uneasiness to the tense atmosphere. A few rays of sunlight flickered under the swaying leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the walls of the living room through the window.

Renault raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty.

He glanced around slowly, as if taking in the entire situation.

Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly, with an elusive and complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "Oh, this is such a tricky thing. It's like being caught in a dizzying adventure."

Renault stood up gracefully and decisively, with the posture of a battle-hardened general.

He tilted his head slightly and cast a glance in the direction where the old man was sitting. That glance seemed to contain countless information and expectations. The old man, who had been silent all the time and seemed like an outsider, gently raised his left hand and waved it. The trajectory of his hand in the air was like a mysterious instruction.

The breeze outside the window seemed to be a little stronger, and the rustling sound of the leaves became more rapid.

The sunlight danced between the leaves like a playful elf. Renault understood and immediately turned around, leaving the living room with firm steps. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to carry a sense of determination. When he closed the door, a slight but meaningful sound was heard.

This series of actions was like a carefully choreographed drama, and the mysterious atmosphere permeated, making people feel as if they were in a thrilling spy war blockbuster. "Wow, this is too exciting! It makes my heart jump out of my chest."

The translator said hurriedly: "Mr. Xia, please sit over there."

Xia Muchu changed his seat as he was told, his movements were a little stiff, as if every movement was carrying a huge amount of pressure.

He sat opposite the old man according to the translator's gesture, and the translator sat carefully next to the old man.

At this moment, Xia Muchu's heart was full of doubts and anxieties, like a leaf swaying in a storm. He had no idea what would happen next. His heart was like fifteen buckets of water being drawn - ups and downs.

His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and every tiny movement seemed extremely tense, as if the air around him had solidified. The silence in the living room was oppressive, with only the faint ticking of the old clock.

At this moment, the hands of the clock moved slowly in the interweaving of light and shadow, as if recording this tense moment.

Xia Muchu's heart was surging like raging waves at this moment.

He kept guessing what the old man would say next and how he should respond. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if he was just a small chess piece in this huge chess game, and his fate was completely out of his control.

"What should I do? Why has everything become so complicated? Am I really just going to let them do whatever they want?"

The old man leaned back on the sofa, as if he had just woken up from a long dream and was not fully awake yet. His eyes were weakly open only a slit, but his gaze was extremely clear and sharp like a knife, seemingly able to penetrate everything.

A faint ray of light fell right on the old man's face, but it couldn't warm his cold expression.

He spoke something slowly, his voice flat and his pace slow, as if he was telling an ancient and mysterious story.

At this moment, the sunlight shone through the cracks in the window onto the old man's face, but it could not warm his stern expression. The wind outside the window gradually subsided, and the leaves also became quiet, as if waiting for some important decision.

The translator was surprised, and his expression clearly asked: Why?

But he didn't dare to ask, so he could only translate truthfully: "I declare that the agreement between you and Renault is invalid. We will not punish you, you can leave now, I promise that you are safe, your friends are safe too, and you can live your life according to your own will from now on."

Xia Muchu instantly felt like someone had hit him on the head with a club. It was terrible.

He stared at the old man blankly, at a loss, as if he had lost his balance.

His mind was in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts intertwining in his mind like a storm.

He originally thought that he was ready to face various outcomes, but at this moment, he found himself so helpless and confused.

He secretly questioned himself in his heart: "What is going on? Do I have to start all over again? I have been cruelly tricked by fate! This is too tragic."

After a moment of deathly silence, the old man looked away from Xia Muchu's face and said calmly: "Unless God really comes, no one can put your broken soul together again. You are here to die, because suicide is not decent.

From me, between balance and liberation, you can only take one thing. If you choose liberation, don't tell me that a man should take responsibility for his deeds and that you owe me. Young man, don't be too greedy. "

The old man's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Xia Muchu's heart hard, causing him to tremble. At this moment, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to freeze, making people feel suffocated. The light also seemed to be still, no longer changing.

The world outside the window seemed to have fallen into silence, with only the occasional bird calls breaking the deathly silence.

At this moment, Renault suddenly opened the door and said in a serious tone: "This is the final decision, there is no room for maneuver. Xia Muchu, you should be aware of your situation."

After saying that, he looked at the old man again, with a hint of awe in his eyes, then turned and left again. The sound of the door closing was particularly loud in the quiet living room.

Xia Muchu's heart was filled with pain and struggle.

He knew very well that what the old man said was true. His soul had long been shattered and he had been looking for a way to find relief.

But when this opportunity really came before him, he felt extremely frightened.

He thought to himself, "Am I really ready? Am I doing the right thing? This is such a tough decision! It feels like I'm walking on a tightrope. If I'm not careful, I'll be crushed to pieces. But if I don't take this opportunity, where will I go?"

His eyes revealed entanglement and confusion.

Xia Muchu, who was always calm and composed, felt his face getting hot at this moment. He felt embarrassed and awkward as if he had been stripped naked.

At the same time, a thorough sense of pleasure suddenly arose, just like playing a game of chess with a master. Although the winner is not determined, the tense and exciting feeling makes one's blood boil.

His heart was filled with complex emotions, including shame after being exposed and excitement about facing the challenge.

In his heart, he secretly admired the old man's insight and felt sad for his own situation.

"Hey, this old man is really amazing. He saw through me at a glance. I've met an expert. This is really difficult. This is simply a battle of high IQs!"

The accounts that were originally subtle are now clear.

Xia Muchu sighed sadly in his heart: God is too harsh.

He finally understood the situation he was in and what his choice meant.

He felt a deep sense of helplessness and despair, but also a sense of relief.

"Alas, fate is such a joke! But maybe this is life, full of helplessness and challenges. It's like an adventure that cannot be avoided, making people love and hate it at the same time."

Xia Muchu begged, "Sir, I beg you to give me a chance to be freed."

There was sincerity and longing in his voice, like a lost child seeking redemption.

There was a determination in his eyes; he knew this was his only chance.

The old man nodded and said, "This world is not short of talented people, but short of people with spirit. In this regard, you are okay. Considering that you are still a man, I agree to your request."

Although the old man's words were brief, they were full of power, reverberating in Xia Muchu's heart like a huge bell. At this moment, the sunlight outside the window seemed to become brighter, as if bringing a glimmer of hope to Xia Muchu.

The light and shadow moved slowly on the old man and Xia Muchu, as if witnessing this important moment.

A feeling of gratitude welled up in Xia Muchu's heart. He knew that his fate had been decided and he had no other choice.

He said to himself silently in his heart: "This is my choice, I don't regret it. Just go for it."

"Thank you."

Xia Muchu shook hands with the old man gratefully and politely.

His hands were trembling slightly, which was not only a polite gesture, but also a compromise with fate.

The psychological structure on which Xia Muchu relied for survival had been shattered. He had no way out and finally, with the help of others, he freed himself in a relatively decent way.

His heart was filled with helplessness and sadness, but also a sense of relief.

He walked out of the living room slowly. The sunlight shone on his body, but it could not warm his cold heart.

"Alas, this is my fate! But at least I can have a decent ending. This is a blessing in disguise."

According to a TV station in Hamburg, Germany, Xia Muchu, chairman of Longteng Hanzhou Grapul Co., Ltd., and a group of six people arrived in Hamburg for a business visit. On the evening of October 7, Song was robbed at knifepoint while walking alone on the street. He was unfortunately stabbed to death during the fight and all his money and belongings were robbed by the gangsters.

This news was like a thunderclap, shocking the entire business community.

People speculated about the reasons behind this, but no one really knew the truth.

"Wow, this is amazing! What secret is hidden behind this? This is simply a huge mystery that makes people want to explore it."

Three months later, news came from Rome: Ms. Nangong Yue, a young writer living in Britain, died of an overdose of sleeping pills on the day she finished writing her last book, "Poet Li Yichen".

This news is even more heartbreaking, as if a beautiful story ended in tragedy.

In the last moments of her life, Nangong Yue's heart was filled with longing and concern for Xia Muchu.

She knew she couldn't change her fate, but she wanted to commemorate this unforgettable relationship in her own way.

"This is too cruel! Their love ended like this, it's really a pity! It's like a beautiful dream, but it was suddenly shattered at the most brilliant moment."

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like