The male supporting character was actually myself.

He just wanted to get his hands on a sum of money quickly so he could have some fun.

If it's true, as my companions say, that I can make a fortune, with capital and a bit of good luck, I might become as rich as those gentlemen, buying houses, land, and women, and sitting at the gambling table every day!

Money can be tempting, especially when the leader is indeed intelligent.

Since the four of them formed an alliance, he has always been the one to find ways to make money.

And it has never failed!

Since he says it can be done, it's certainly worth a try.

"Listen up, everyone. We need to be patient and not act rashly." The leader rubbed his red nose and lowered his voice to instruct, "Once we take action, we must act as usual and not hesitate!"

Remember, observe first.

Those people usually drive, you know?

Don't expose yourself unless they stop the car on their own initiative.

I will respond according to the situation. If all else fails, I will put something on the road to force them to stop, but I will not use that tactic for now.

We need to understand the specific situation first.

The convoy definitely can't go, I don't need to say that, right?

There are only four of us; if the other side has more than four people, we have to give up.

In addition, drivers usually carry guns!

Our goal is one car, with a maximum of three people, and it would be even better if there were women among them.

Initial plan: force them to stop; lure them out from both sides, using a feint attack. Once we can lead the people in the car to the woods by the roadside, we'll proceed as before.

This isn't the first or second time that people have committed robbery and murder, so I don't need to go into the details, right?

Never use a knife on a well-dressed person. Once their clothes are torn, they're worthless!

After you're done, be sure to clean up all the traces!

Don't leave any trace that can be traced back to us.

By the time they realized the person was missing, we'd already taken the money and made our escape.

The other three nodded to indicate that they understood.

The leader whispered something to them for a moment, and then two of them quickly crossed the road and hid in the bushes on the other side.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the forest path, bathed in sunlight, returned to its usual tranquility.

"Host, Anderson lives so far away?"

The little white cat nervously perched on its host's shoulder, watching the dazzling street scenes flash by on both sides, and whispered, "Host, don't be too anxious. The main system hasn't issued any missions yet, so we definitely haven't encountered any danger."

We don't know the details of the plot either. Why exactly did Anderson want to harm the protagonist?

“It’s not Anderson.” Jiang Chen frowned slightly and replied, “It must be some other unexpected plot twist. After all, he needs the Owen family to stir up trouble in the Shengdis gangsters right now.”

Even if the deal to acquire Bella falls through, Anderson won't target the main character.

He didn't get to his current position because of any special connections; Anderson is shrewd and wouldn't do anything foolish.

What I fear most is the unexpected situation.

Therefore, we need to get to Joyce's side as quickly as possible to ensure his safety.

The little white cat nodded, seemingly confused but actually quite impressed, and perched on his shoulder to help him look at the map.

Jiang Chen had never actually been to Anderson's villa.

He only knew the approximate location, so he didn't move very fast as he navigated the streets according to the map.

"Clang clang!"

As we passed a church, the melodious sound of bells rang out. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and we were still two blocks away from Anderson's heavily guarded villa.

Meanwhile, in the smoke-filled smoking room, Joyce rose and shook hands with the other party to indicate that the cooperation was going well.

“I’ve always been fair in my dealings.” Anderson smiled so broadly that his eyes and nose shrunk into his fat. He shook the silver bell on the table, and a pretty maid pushed open the door to await her master’s orders.

He pointed to the beautiful woman dressed as a maid and continued, "Although women are an accessory in our transaction, it's still one for one."

You can take this girl with you;

Then leave the ones you brought with you.

fair enough. "

“Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Jones. She is a rare beauty.” Joyce nodded and readily agreed.

“To be honest, a lot of people have sent me a lot of these kinds of goods just to curry favor with me.” Anderson put down his cigar and muttered, “But those idiots don’t understand my tastes at all.”

I don't like women with black eyes and silver hair.

I don't like it at all!

They look like cats, especially those big, round eyes; just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.

The blonde girl with blue eyes is still the cutest.

Your Bella is fantastic!

"This kind of stuff..."

He pointed his round finger at the girl standing silently to the side with her head down, and said with disdain, "I don't even want to look at her, let alone have the desire to touch her."

Joyce, you don't mind her looking like this, do you?

"I've always accepted all comers."

"That's great." Anderson smiled with satisfaction again. "A dissatisfied virgin in exchange for a pretty slut who's been played with. A fair trade."

Okay, you can take her away now.

From now on, you can do whatever you want with this girl. Keep her for yourself or give her to your brothers, you can do whatever you want with her.

In short, she's yours.

I can't wait to take Bella to see my collection!

Joyce tactfully took her leave.

Seeing this, the maid quickly followed him and they left Anderson's villa together.

He got into the car, turned the key, and drove away from Anderson's residence without even turning his head, under close guard.

"Phew!" Only then did the maid breathe a sigh of relief, her voice trembling as she said, "Thank you, sir, thank you for saving me from hell!"

Chapter Thirty-One: Rescuing Joyce

The silver-haired girl stole a glance at the other person's handsome profile and said softly, "My name is Yelena. I just turned eighteen. I was sent there by the Bloodthirsty Gang."

“Okay, Yelena.” Joyce stepped on the brakes, stopping the car on a long, quiet, tree-lined road. Staring into her dark eyes, he lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, “Now I’ll ask you questions, and you answer them. If you satisfy me, I can set you free.”

"Really?" The silver-haired girl's eyes blazed with hope, her excitement overflowing. "Ask away, sir! I'll tell you everything I know!"

The wind rustled the leaves, and Joyce looked warily to both sides of the road.

Everywhere you look, there are brown trunks, very low, lush branches, and dark green leaves.

Finding nothing suspicious, he took a drag of his cigarette and asked, "When and why were you sent to that villa?"

“About two months ago, sir,” Yelena replied after thinking for a moment, “the Bloodthirsty Gang wanted Anderson to do something for them. You should know that the rules in that house are very strict; the gentlemen don’t allow us to be present when they’re discussing things.”

I only overheard Leibo whispering with the Bloodthirsty Gang members in private, so I only heard a little bit of what they said.

It seems they want to open some kind of factory, and they need Mr. Jones's approval.

Knowing that Mr. Jones had a fondness for beautiful women and antiques, the Bloodthirsty Gang indiscriminately searched and arrested people in their territory, taking anyone with even a modicum of attractiveness for selection.

Finally, I was brought in along with five of my girlfriends.

There was a group of girls like me in the big house who weren't liked by Mr. Jones. They had to do a lot of work, but some of them were still chosen by him... I heard they were given as rewards...

But those popular girls disappeared after a while after they were chosen.

I heard that he probably got tired of playing with it and gave it to his subordinates.

Some people say that he was angered and dragged away to be with stray dogs!

A while ago, one night I had so many clothes to wash that I worked very late. I vaguely heard a girl's pitiful screams, calling for help. I wondered if she had been...

Joyce exhaled a smoke ring and nodded. "Does Anderson have any unusual habits?"

"I don't have many opportunities to get close to him. The butler doesn't allow unpopular people like us to go to the front. I often hear the servants complaining that he's a pervert."

All I know is that he likes beautiful women and antiques.

Oh, by the way, he has a huge underground collection!

There were many security guards stationed in the large house.

Many of them were former police officers, and they were all armed.

They patrol approximately every ten minutes, making a large circle from the east tower to the west tower.

Yelena looked back at the villa, which had long since disappeared. All around was quiet except for the low rustling sound of the wind blowing through the dark green bushes.

She lowered her voice and said, "At night, the entire house will be surrounded by armed forces like an impregnable fortress."

I tried to escape but failed, so I've seen that kind of massive spectacle once.

He practically uses an army to protect himself!

"Hmm." Joyce continued smoking, his deep eyes gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm under strict surveillance and I'm afraid I can't provide much of the information you're looking for." Yelena wrung her hands, somewhat embarrassed.

After a moment, she whispered, "If you're hoping to get some information from that pretty lady you brought over, I think you're in for a surprise."

He turned his head, looked into the other person's eyes, and asked curiously, "Why?"

Yelena shrugged and hesitated, "When Leibo called me over to change and wait, I saw her sitting there waiting."

Trust me, husband, women understand women best.

She must have thought of herself as the lady of the house.