strictlysupreme Chapter 367 - 369: Blood on His Hands
Chapter 367 - 369: Blood on His Hands
RING RING RING...
As if to prove Su Nian’s words, the middle-aged man’s phone suddenly rang.
He looked baffled. Picking it up, he saw it was a call from his boss.
As soon as he answered, his boss’s voice came through the receiver—steady, with an air of wealth.
He first made some small talk, his tone polite. "Xiao Chen, are you busy right now?"
The middle-aged man was taken aback. ’What in the world is going on?’
’The Master just said my job was fake, and now my boss is calling me?’
The livestream’s audience erupted in a heated discussion.
[She must’ve hit the nail on the head. I’m used to this by now!]
[Then he should be thankful he met the Master!]
[Come to think of it, damn, his mom was spot on. She said she had a bad feeling, and look, this is exactly the kind of trouble she was talking about.]
[These scammers are getting way too brazen these days!]
The middle-aged man’s face darkened, but he forced himself to continue making small talk with his boss.
After exchanging a few words, he asked tentatively, "Manager, is there something you need me to do?"
He spoke cautiously, terrified that Su Nian was right.
A hearty male laugh came through the phone.
"Well, the thing is, the company just landed a huge project. The big boss said he’s taking us all on a seven-day sea cruise to celebrate. You can even bring your family."
The middle-aged man was utterly dumbfounded.
He glanced at Su Nian in shock, then turned the phone screen back toward himself.
After confirming the number on the screen really was his manager’s, his jaw dropped in disbelief.
’He really wanted to just ask his manager if this was all a ploy to trick him.’
But the last shred of reason he had left suppressed the impulse.
He was too stunned to think straight.
There are so many scams these days, and high-paying jobs are a classic trap.
’He scrolled through social media videos every day and thought he knew all the tricks like the back of his hand. So why was this happening to him?’
The middle-aged man thought back on it. This job really did seem normal, with no so-called high-salary lure.
It was genuinely exhausting. He really had to work, often putting in overtime, and the pay was reasonable.
That was the problem—everything was far too reasonable. Even the sea trip seemed plausible. After all, they were in a coastal region.
But now that the Master had said all this, a strange feeling began to creep into his heart.
He took a deep breath, then gave the manager a perfunctory excuse and hung up the phone.
This time, his expression turned serious.
He sat down in his chair, his expression dead serious. He looked at Su Nian, then pulled out a photograph.
His mother had told him that this Immortal Lady’s greatest skill was face reading.
He no longer dared to underestimate Su Nian as he had before. Instead, his expression was grave, his eyes pleading as he looked at her.
"Master, take a look. Is he really a scammer?"
The photo he took out was actually a group photo. There were three people in it; he stood in the middle, flanked by two other middle-aged men.
He showed her the photo as a test, wanting to see if she could really figure out which man was his manager.
The middle-aged man frowned, his heart pounding with anxiety. The moment the words left his mouth, Su Nian narrowed her eyes.
She stared intently at the photo, her expression growing subtle.
The next second, she quickly pointed to the man standing on the right.
"It’s him!"
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, his face a mask of utter shock. She was right. That was his manager.
[Forget just face reading, I also feel like it’s him. That guy looks like bad news.]
[He looks really fierce, and look at the tip of his nose! It has a kind of murderous aura!]
[I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I have a feeling this person has killed someone, hasn’t he?]
[Look at his eyes, they’re so malicious!]
The man, oblivious to the stream’s comments, just picked up the photo and stared at it.
After checking it two or three more times, he took another deep breath. Su Nian hadn’t pointed to the wrong person. That was his manager.
But before he could even open his mouth to ask a second question,
Su Nian spoke again. "I suggest you call the police first. He has ten lives on his hands!"
"And from the looks of it, you’re next!"