Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  The man laughed dryly. “Hehehe…… Well, isn’t it because this is such a hasty transaction? We didn’t have enough time to gather the money. Besides, it’s dangerous traveling with so much cash on hand.”


  The atmosphere turned stiff and cold.

  A scoff escaped past the mafia prince’s lips and the frigid look he wore could not help but make one shudder in fear.

  He picked up a random packet and pierced his nails into the plastic wrap, allowing the white powder to scatter in the breeze.

  “It’s cash I want. How stupid must you be to come up with the idea of trading with me using this stuff?”


  “But……” The man was appalled by his actions. “This is good stuff. You—”


  He cut him off impatiently. “Do you know what’s the consequence for wasting my time?”


  “P-Pardon?” The man stuttered, only to see the other pulling out a gun from his waist and deftly loading it before he aimed it at his glabella. There was no hesitation in him as he pulled the trigger.

  Warm, red blood scattered everywhere.

  “What are you doing!”


  The other camp started pulling out their guns, but they were no match for his men in terms of speed.

  Following these gunshots, which had been moderated by the suppressors, the group of men collapsed, one after another, onto the ground as fresh corpses.

  The mafia prince had no patience to remain any moment longer at the scene and, thus, turned to leave expressionlessly. His personal bodyguard immediately escorted him back to the car.

  “What should we do with these people, sir?”


  “You need me to teach you that?” He snapped at the bodyguard unhappily in response. As he reached for the door handle, he coldly ordered, “Kill all survivors and clean up the place.”


  “Roger.”


  He was just about to climb into the car when he noticed, from his periphery, a child curled up in a corner of the back seat with a pup in his embrace. The astute doggy had woken up from the sounds of gunshots, and when it noticed someone opening the car door, it bared its fangs at the new arrivals while staring fiercely and warily at them in a bid to protect the kiddo.

  The child remained asleep throughout this exchange. The gunshot sounds had probably failed to rouse him due to his extreme exhaustion.

  Gu Jinglian sized up the boy and noticed his mud-stained, washed-out clothes, tattered shoes, and disheveled hair. Even his adorable cheeks were stained with dirt. He truly looked like a sorry mess.

  “Where did this child come from?” asked the man in surprise, not expecting to find a boy, as well as a pup, in the car in his short absence.

  He looked up and surveyed his surroundings—a remote place in the wilderness with not a soul in sight was why he had picked it to do the dangerous transaction.

  The bodyguard was equally baffled about this. Just as he moved to lean in and wake up the boy, the pup started to bark at him.

  The kid woke up in shock at that.

  His eyelids flew up instantly to reveal his beautiful, crystal-clear eyes as he sat right up and met Gu Jinglian’s gaze at once.

  “Ah!”


  The latter’s vicious-looking eyes had frightened the boy badly.

  Even though the man before him was young and handsome, his frosty expression gave him the creeps.

  “U-Uncle……” stammered Baby Chu in shock and helplessness.

  “What should we do with the boy, sir?” The bodyguard probed carefully.