Chapter 1804: What is the Purpose?

"It doesn't count as saving you; if the bomb had actually gone off, everyone on the plane would have been finished," Chen Yu glanced at him and said.

"You should also reflect on yourself. Among the major forces in Yizhou, you are considered relatively benevolent—you don't traffic drugs, kidnap people, or recruit assassins to take on jobs."

"But why do these people want to kill you? What is their motive?"

"Aside from the two who are on par with me in status, I really can't think of anyone else who would want me dead," An'er said bitterly.

Yes, he knew it in his heart: the three major forces in Yizhou were evenly matched.

But in recent years, An'er had changed his previous ways, vigorously helping the poor, and his reputation far exceeded that of the other two.

More importantly, he had the support of a certain political party behind him, and there was a vague trend of him entering the political arena.

If An'er were to actually succeed, the other two would certainly not have an easy time.

What's more, if these two guys managed to get rid of An'er, An'er's territory would all become their spoils.

Aozhou had never been a peaceful place; all kinds of pornography, violence, and crime would emerge once night fell.

"Are they afraid of you, or are they jealous of you? You should be clear about that, right?" Chen Yu asked.

"They..." An'er's expression was complex. He was stunned for a long while before saying, "Both afraid and jealous of me, because if I am allowed to develop, I will soon be able to enter the political arena."

"When that time comes, what I will do is purge the underground world and drive out all kinds of violent crimes; they would very likely be sentenced to hanging."

"That's no wonder then," Chen Yu said. "You have made the other two feel afraid, so it is imperative for them to eliminate you."

"It's just that you don't have many years left to live, are they really that worried?" Chen Yu asked.

An'er fell into Silence. Yes, he didn't have many days left to live, even though it was already a miracle that he had lived until now.

But the pain in his body was becoming more and more severe, and he knew that his lifespan was at most one to three years.

"Mr. Chen," An'er suddenly knelt on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yu's brows locked together.

This guy really knew how to bend and stretch; kneeling on the ground was nothing more than begging Chen Yu to save his Life.

It was just that, given this guy's status, kneeling and begging for help on a plane in front of so many people was indeed a bit difficult for him.

"I know you must have a way to cure my illness, so I beg you, you must save me," An'er said in a pleading tone. "As long as you can save me, I can agree to any conditions you set."

"I have no interest in the conditions of ordinary people," Chen Yu shook his head. "I have already saved you several times; I have done all that is humanly possible."

"But my illness cannot hold on for much longer. If you can save me, this life of mine will be yours," An'er said sincerely. "I have a lot of background in the West, and I also know people from many great families."

"I can be of help to you; please, you must believe me."

"What about the Shilaike Family? How much do you know?" Chen Yu asked.

"I know their Head of Family, Lao Shilaike. He and my father were friends, and our relationship is very good," An'er said hurriedly.

"Is that so? That's good then. I think you are worth saving," Chen Yu nodded. "Get up. After we get off the plane, I will go back to the residence with you and save your life."

"Thank you, thank you," An'er was overjoyed. He hurriedly stood up cautiously. This figure who was famous throughout the West was now extremely respectful in front of Chen Yu.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the plane finally landed.

Some developed countries in the West are actually not as prosperous as one might imagine, because their infrastructure is already decades or even hundreds of years old.

So it looks a bit old-fashioned, and it is far less convenient than in the country.

"Chen Yu," before getting off the plane, Qing'er ran to Chen Yu's side. After a sleep, her spirit was clearly better than before.

"You look in good spirits," Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Take care of your health after you go back. Take the prescription I wrote frequently. If there are any problems, contact me."

"Okay, thank you. Our family is in the Chinatown in Yizhou. If you are free, you can come and visit us. My family runs a Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic, and we also welcome you to come there for guidance," Qing'er nodded.

"Guidance is out of the question," Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Your grandfather's Medicine is already very high. To be able to pass on Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine abroad, he is a very remarkable person."

"No, compared to Mr. Chen's Medicine, I am far behind," Tang Lao hurriedly shook his head. "If Mr. Chen has the opportunity, you must come to our place. Everyone in our Chinatown will welcome you."

"Okay, if I have the chance, I will definitely go. If you have any difficulties here, you can also tell me directly, and I will solve them for you," Chen Yu smiled.

In fact, he knew that compatriots far abroad did not live as comfortably as one might imagine.

After all, they are not of the same race, so they are often subject to discrimination.

Since Chen Yu was going to stay in Aozhou for a period of time, he would certainly change the situation here.

After parting ways with them, Chen Yu got off the plane and went to his Datongfu with An'er.

This guy was, after all, a warlord of the underground world, possessing private armed forces. The Datongfu was a European-style building built by the sea, covering a huge area.

Along the way, Chen Yu saw heavily armed private soldiers wearing berets.

He even saw several armed helicopters in the weapons yard on the side, one of which was the famous Black Hawk.

Chen Yu could not help but feel a bit speechless. No matter what, this guy was not a good person; the local government actually allowed him to possess such powerful armaments.

If such a person really wanted to attack the government, he could probably go head-to-head with a regular army, right?

It was a luxurious villa like a palace, magnificent inside.

"Mr. Chen, my place is not bad, right?" An'er was very satisfied with his residence.

"Quite good. You built this by imitating the Kasabo Palace, right? It's a bit smaller, but you've put effort into the details," Chen Yu nodded slightly.

"That's right, Mr. Chen has a good eye," An'er said. "I hired a famous designer to restore it by comparing it to the Kasabo Palace."

"It was originally a one-to-one restoration, but a Metaphysics master told me that most world-famous buildings occupy the right time, place, and people, and even more so, they are related to astrology or Metaphysics."

Chen Yu said, "If your own aura cannot suppress the majestic aura of those palace buildings, you will definitely suffer a backlash, and by then, the loss will outweigh the gain."

"So that's how it is," An'er suddenly realized. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand, thank you for the reminder, Mr. Chen."

"Mr. Chen, shall we... begin?" An'er asked cautiously.