Chapter 322: 318. You Think Too Highly of Me (Please subscribe, monthly tickets!)

Zhu San sat in an abandoned factory building, looking at the desolate, uninhabited grounds, smiled, and then personally dug a pit for himself.

Over these days, Zhu San had also come to understand things; he did not blame He Yong, for it was he himself who lacked courage back then, and furthermore, he had been bought off by money.

Although it could be said that all this money had basically been spent on doing good deeds over these years, he still felt guilty in his heart.

In truth, Zhu San's heart had been tormented all these years, and as time passed, it had become increasingly tormenting.

After seeing He Yong's message and his own conjectures, Zhu San felt a sense of relief.

"This is fine, too. No need to interrogate my own heart every day, and even less need to worry every day," Zhu San said with a low laugh as he sat smoking after digging the pit.

During this period, he had also sold his old house and made arrangements for his wife and daughter.

Zhu San knew that under normal circumstances, He Yong would not involve family members, and he had not spent a single cent of the money he shouldn't have used on his daughter and wife.

Therefore, Zhu San was not particularly worried about He Yong cutting off the weeds and digging up the roots; doing this was just being cautious.

It had been nearly thirty years since they last met, and Zhu San did not know what was on He Yong's mind now.

In case He Yong hated them, the Betrayers, to the bone, then no one could say for sure, so Zhu San had prepared in advance.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, He Yong drove an RV to the address Zhu San had sent. Looking at the dilapidated factory building here, He Yong frowned. What was this Zhu San trying to do?

"Brother Zhang, I will go down and take a look first. You and President Huo stay in the vehicle," He Yong said.

This time, Zhang Ran nodded, and he also frowned. What was going on with this Zhu San?

He Yong whispered a word of caution to the driver, "If there is any accident later, remember, don't worry about me, just drive away directly. Don't listen to anyone, do you understand?"

The driver nodded, looking a bit stunned. Why did he feel like this was just like an underground deal shown on television?

After getting out of the car, He Yong did not rush inside but looked around. Only after finding nothing unusual did he walk in.

He had only taken two steps inside when he saw Zhu San sitting there smoking. Zhu San also saw He Yong.

"Yong Ge, you've come," Zhu San smiled and stood up unsteadily. His legs were already in bad shape, and having sat for so long, he was somewhat immobile.

Seeing him in this state, He Yong raised an eyebrow and said, "What happened to you?"

While speaking, He Yong did not approach Zhu San, stopping several meters away from him.

Seeing this, Zhu San did not say much, just smiled and said, "Nothing, I just broke my leg a couple of years ago."

He Yong said, "You, a monkey from the mountains, also have days like this?"

"Yeah, who's to say otherwise? Maybe this is retribution," Zhu San sighed. When he first broke his leg, he really did have that thought.

Think of him, Zhu San, who had lived in the mountains since he was a child. Following Zhang Ran out was only for less than ten years, and then he could be considered to have returned to the mountains again.

But even a person like that had broken his leg, and it was broken in the mountains, too.

While talking to Zhu San, He Yong kept scanning the surroundings. Finding nothing unusual, he became increasingly suspicious.

Seeing He Yong's demeanor, Zhu San smiled and said, "Yong Ge, don't worry, it's just me alone."

After saying this, Zhu San closed his eyes and spread his arms, "Yong Ge, do it. I have waited for this day for twenty-eight years."

Immediately, he began to close his eyes and wait for death, but he waited and waited, yet he heard no movement. After waiting for about three minutes, there was still no sound, and finally, he opened his eyes in confusion.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw He Yong's look of amusement.

At this moment, He Yong finally understood why Zhu San was acting so abnormally, why he chose this place, and also understood why he had sent that message that day.

"You thought I came to kill you?" He Yong said with a smirk.

Zhu San was stunned, "Isn't that the case?"

"Hmph, if I wanted to kill you, would I waste so much breath?" He Yong snorted coldly.

Zhu San misunderstood He Yong's meaning again and said with a bitter smile, "Yong Ge, I am already useless. I can't help you with anything. Even if you take me along, I will only cause you trouble."

He thought He Yong had come to ask for his help in taking revenge together.

He Yong was so angry he laughed, but his expression turned cold, "You actually guessed right. If nothing goes wrong, I will make my move in these next few years, but I never thought of asking for your help. Do you think I would still trust you people?"

Zhu San was even more puzzled. If he didn't come to ask for help, and he wasn't here to kill him, then what did He Yong come for?

"Wasn't the matter with Tian Yaohui of Yaotian Pharmaceutical done by you?" Zhu San asked suspiciously. In Zhu San's mind, He Yong had already finished off Tian Yaohui, and now that he had come to find him, how could he possibly let him go?

Now it was He Yong's turn to be bewildered, "Yaotian Pharmaceutical?"

He Yong looked at Zhu San strangely, "Lao San, I only just realized you actually think so highly of me. In your heart, I, He Yong, have such ability? I, He Yong, am fine at fighting and killing, but playing these games? You really think too highly of me."

He Yong thought Zhu San believed the changes at Yaotian Pharmaceutical were related to him, which was why he said that.

Zhu San was also stunned, "Tian Yaohui wasn't finished off by you? Then which brother was it? And with your ability, Yong Ge, finishing off Tian Yaohui shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

After hearing Zhu San's words, He Yong was speechless again. He seemed to understand something, "Who told you Tian Yaohui is dead?"

"Uh..." Zhu San felt his brain couldn't keep up. What was going on?

When he learned from his daughter, Zhu Mingli, that the head of Yaotian Pharmaceutical had met with trouble, he subconsciously assumed he had died, which was why there was this misunderstanding now.

As for verifying it?

He no longer had the heart for it, or rather, he had already prepared himself for this long ago, so he didn't do anything.

"Not dead? Then..." Zhu San became increasingly confused, and then he thought of He Yong's first message. His lips couldn't help but tremble.

"Mr... Mr. Zhang really has returned?" Zhu San's eyes were suddenly filled with trepidation and anticipation.

He Yong looked deeply at Zhu San, and finally sighed, "I really don't know what you are imagining. Even if I, He Yong, am no good, I would never joke about Brother Zhang."

Once these words were spoken, it was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Zhu San's mind. Indeed, given He Yong's loyalty to Zhang Ran, he would absolutely never do such a thing.

So, in that case, has Zhang Ran really returned?

But just at this moment, the sound of sirens suddenly came from outside.