Deadly Trap.

Chapter 67. The Tomb

Under Gu Mufeng's skillful control, the heavy steel machine felt like a large, handy toy. He skillfully and deliberately slowed down, changed lanes, accelerated suddenly, and drifted, shaking off the last car that was hunting him in his line of sight.

He appeared relaxed, but he always pushed himself to the limit. Gu Mufeng bit his lip, breathing heavily. He couldn't help but coldly mock himself: those two years as a personal assistant, learning to drive day and night, weren't for nothing.

Regardless, Gu Mufei quickly and lightly turned the car around, carefully entering the secluded, gloomy tree-lined road.

The moonlight was cold in the latter half of the night. Through the shadows of the trees, the moonlight shattered and pierced into the matte midnight blue car, and also into Gu Mufeng, who was deeply slumped in the seat.

His consciousness was fading, and his vision was even more blurred. He struggled to control himself, but his breathing gradually decreased to an almost undulating rhythm, and he had almost no strength left to even feel the pain.

He tried his best to lie flat. All around was completely silent.

Su Li.

The last time I felt this sense of disorientation... was eleven years ago.

Gu Mufeng struggled to find his footing: tonight, his mission was unfinished. He had successfully lured his enemies to Lanzhou Mountain. But this place was far from Su Li; to him, it felt like being banished to the ends of the earth.

The cemetery is built against the mountainside, its structure deep and winding, with dense pine and cypress trees. It would take the enemy a long time to find him.

Su Li must be safe now. He only needs to quietly exhaust himself before making a secret escape at the end.

Before him stretched a long, narrow asphalt road. Quietly, he pressed down on the accelerator, inching forward at a steady pace. Every tiny bump made his breath catch in his throat.

To his right, the moonlight shone brightly, and gently rolling hills stretched out, covered with lush, verdant meadows and a light frost. From the meadows rose endless white tombstones, some new, some old.

Right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in the blink of an eye. His life was like a fleeting moment.

He wielded power and money at will, as if they could rise and fall at his whim; but in the end, he was nothing but an empty mound of yellow earth.

One day, he will sleep somewhere, oblivious and unaware.

But none of this could stop him from moving forward.

His pale face looked even more haggard. Gu Mufeng leaned his head against the car seat, his eyes slightly closed. He couldn't help but let his thoughts drift away with his breath. The image of Su Li embracing him and wailing in the dormitory late at night sank into his heart, like a sudden, irregular heartbeat.

At that time, Su Li loved him so much that even when he unintentionally hurt her, she still chose to hold him tightly.

But Gu Mufeng was, in essence, a sword of revenge.

He couldn't control his instant attraction to her. After several hesitations, he wanted to approach her as an ordinary senior, but she was tied up.

He then used his status as her mistress to ensnare and protect her, choosing to give Su Li everything. Just as he had done before, he showered her with his indulgence, his favoritism, his money, and his protection, without any pretense.

But he offered no response or promise. He dared not offer one.

Thinking of this, he felt his mind dissipate. His body no longer felt the intense pain he had just experienced, but his heart felt as if it had been pierced. He couldn't hold back the memories that kept flowing back, and he was filled with regret.

He parked the car close to the cemetery on the right and drove slowly and quietly. Gradually, Gu Mufei recognized the road.

On Lanzhou Mountain, he was occasionally invited to attend funerals. Not long after Yiheng's funeral, he was no stranger to the cemetery.

But this was the only place he had turned away from eleven years ago, and he had never returned.

How could he possibly have the face to come back like he did with Su Li?
In the distance, Gu Mufei first saw the verdant hills he remembered, with a blurry, distant white dot appearing on the summit. It was that small Romanesque memorial pavilion.

He knew it wasn't far. Further ahead, one row, two rows; further in, the twelfth.

The small white tombstone gleamed cleanly in the moonlight, yet it was not lonely.

His sister's death anniversary was just a short time ago, right on his birthday. His grave, which he hadn't visited in eleven years, was clearly being visited every year. Bouquets were placed before the grave, their tender yellow and white daisies, not yet withered by the cold and winter snow, were Xiao Fan's favorite.

At the moment of parting, a heart-wrenching sense of guilt struck him, making him afraid to look back. He was suddenly seized by a feeling: any later, and it would truly be too late.

Gu Mufeng barely managed to lift his numb fingertips, his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat, but the congealed blood almost made him dial the wrong contact name.

"she".

He made an emergency retreat.

Perhaps he really wanted to call her. But what right did he have to bring back her pain?

With a self-deprecating laugh, Gu Mufeng could only calm himself down, pause for a moment, and then let out a soft, bitter laugh as he finally said, "Lulu." "Boss? You're calling in the middle of the night? Didn't anyone teach you a normal sleep schedule?"

The woman's voice on the other end was soft and sweet. But Lulu was clearly annoyed at being woken up, and her words were practically vicious: "Why do you sound like you're about to die?"

"Ha." Gu Mufeng smiled wryly, "I appreciate your kind words."

He forced himself to be almost cold-blooded; he spoke softly, quickly, but firmly.

No time to argue, Gu Mufeng breathed slowly: "The safe under my desk, the combination is..."

"Boss, what are you doing? Can't we do it tomorrow?"

"The will has been signed and notarized. Give it to Su Li. That way, she'll never..."

Almost delirious, with weak breaths, Gu Mufeng's lips curled up slightly, but his eyes were utterly desolate: "She will no longer be troubled by money."

There was complete silence on the phone.

After a long pause, Lulu finally said, "I understand. I will definitely pass it on. But, Boss, the whole team needs your attention, and you're only concerned about her? Wake up."

Gu Mufeng was barely listening.

A sharp pain shot through his heart: Yes, he should have woken up. If only he had realized it sooner, and had let go of his self-righteous arrogance sooner.

“Lulu,” his voice trailed off, as if each word was spoken with all his might, “let me be selfish just this once…”

He closed his eyes, letting his gaze sink into the darkness.

Su Li's eyes were bright and stubborn, like Damascus steel blades, never admitting defeat. That's why he deliberately told her both the plan and the truth. He couldn't love her forever while keeping it from her.

From the moment he made the plan, even before he had met Su Li... he had already lost the world.

On the cemetery, the moonlight was like mercury. Just then, the sky suddenly brightened, and in an instant, it was as if daylight had switched.

Gu Mufeng raised his tired eyes: on the cliff in the woods to his left, a row of cars stood high above him, their lights flashing instantly, surrounding him from both inside and out.

The blinding white light and the glint of cold steel like twinkling stars revealed various controlled knives held by shadowy underworld henchmen, ready to pounce and claim his head at the sound of the whistle. Among them were also a few smuggled handguns.

For just one person like him, the scale of the event was like a grand military parade.

In his seat, Gu Mufeng tilted his head slightly. He pressed his brow, which was covered in fine sweat and felt cold and heavy, and his blood-stained, dark golden hair fell down in disarray.

His voice was stuck in his throat. Suddenly, he chuckled softly. Then, ignoring the sharp pain pulling at his ribs, he burst into loud, unrestrained laughter.

He has lost everything. He has lost everything that he should have cherished most deeply, and there is no going back.

He chose to mold himself into a sharp blade that could abandon personal feelings. Now, the blade is sheathed; even his cunning has been completely seen through. Gu Mufeng felt he had reached a dead end.

Is this my last?

The pines and cypresses rustled.

Backlit and bathed in the shadows of the trees, the Spirit of Victory unfolds its flowing metallic wings, and a jet-black Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended Wheelbase slowly approaches, arriving at the very center of the encirclement.

A car's width apart, they slowly passed each other, the extended Phantom coming to a steady stop to the left of Gu Mufeng's Panamera. The rear window was black. Like a curtain, it slowly and calmly lowered:

His lips naturally held an arrogant and cold air, and his smile was indescribable.

"Good evening, Mr. Gu."

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Next Chapter: Irreversible
[Author's Note | Chapter Sixty-Seven]

For the first time, Gu Mufeng encountered a true adversary—perhaps himself.

Looking down from the lone mountain peak, one realizes that solitude is a consequence of one's own actions; when one transforms oneself into a sharp blade, one regrets that the blade is fragile and the knife is no longer in its sheath.

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