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Buzz~~~!

The roar of the engine was low and heavy, seemingly full of power, enough to see just how powerful a car loaded with such an engine really was.

Wendell drove the car on the road, his face was calm and there was not the slightest fluctuation in his gaze, as if nothing had happened at all, looking at Layla's heart could not help but feel a little cold, she felt that she had never seen the cold side of Wendell until today.

In order to protect themselves, driving a car to run over those people, or even directly pressing over their bodies, that is nothing, after all, if you do not go to hit them, those people will turn against you, this is inexcusable.

The only thing that made Layla feel a bit cold was that Wendell didn't even look at those people who were hit from the beginning to the end!

On the way, Wendell drove with full concentration, his gaze straight ahead, seemingly not noticing the change in Layla's expression.

However, he was suddenly smiling and asked, "Why are you not in a high mood? Is it because you were scared?"

Shaking her head slightly, Layla's tender red lips moved, but she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything, but only let out a soft sigh.

Hearing this sigh, Wendell's eyebrows couldn't help but frown.

He turned his head to look at Layla and looked at the road in front of him once again and asked, "Why are you sighing?"

Layla hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking, "Young Silva, have you always been so cold when it comes to your enemies?"

"What?" Wendell didn't react for a moment, or rather, it was he who didn't understand Layla's words.

"I said those people on motorbikes just now!" Layla held her arms in her hands and couldn't help but shake her head slightly and sigh, "Some of them were hit directly, while some of them were hitting their companions' bodies…… Those people must have been hurt badly!"

Only then did Wendell understand what she meant, Layla was being soft-hearted. Moreover, she saw that she simply ignored those people and directly drove the car away, so there was some discomfort in her heart.

"Oh……" Wendell smiled and shook his head, but did not explain anything.

Layla looked even more uncomfortable, having knocked people into that, Wendell actually managed to laugh and was so relaxed……

The first thing you can do is to ask yourself what you think we should do. There were so many people on the other side, how would we have left?"

"I know you had no choice, but……" Layla wanted to say something else, but in the end, she just let out a light sigh.

The fact is that there are many things that cannot be explained clearly, and he believes that even if he explains it, Layla may not be able to understand it, this is a way of thinking, or a difference in the way of living, related to the environment in which people grow up.

Wendell believed that if Lon or Yida were here today, they would have done something even more desperate and much more ruthless than themselves, because for them, this was a way of survival.

By the same token, for these people who attacked themselves and Layla, this is also a way of life for them, and when they set out on this path, they should have thought that they would have this day.

Between themselves and them, there is a hostile relationship, and there is absolutely no need to show them mercy.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. This is not just a saying, but a truth that has remained unchanged for ages.

In Wendell's view, Layla is in control of the Gremgshi Group, and in the treacherous shopping malls, where there is deceit and deception, and where there is heart-to-heart combat, there is little difference between that kind of fierce business battle, except that there is no smoke, and war.

Just imagine, those enemies who were defeated by the Gremgshi Group, did they really end up better than these people who were knocked down by themselves today?

–That may not be!

But why wouldn't Layla sympathise with those people, instead of sympathising with those who were knocked down by themselves?

Wendell couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, because she only saw the misery of those who were knocked down by herself, but couldn't see that those who were defeated in the mall might actually end up worse!

This is the difference between eyesight and upbringing, making everyone's way of thinking different as well.

Therefore, regarding Layla's thoughts, Wendell just laughed it off.

It didn't matter what other people thought of him, the most crucial thing was that he knew what he was doing was right now, and that was enough.

As for the people who were bumped off……

The first thing you need to do is to get rid of them.

It is simply a joke!

At this point, Wendell's opinion of Layla was a little deeper.

He found that Layla, who came from a business family, was too deeply influenced by her surroundings. The surrounding environment not only affected the way she handled herself, but more importantly, it directly affected her way of thinking.

When doing something, almost completely subconsciously, Layla will first judge whether the thing she is about to do will bring benefits to herself and what kind of benefits it can bring, and only secondly, she will consider what kind of impact doing this thing will have, or what kind of difficulties there are and other external factors!

To put it simply, no matter what Layla does, she takes herself or her own interests as the starting point, and everything, revolves around this starting point to operate.

Apart from that, she does not know the hardships of the world and has not been exposed to the inflammatory state of the world…… And this, that is her way of thinking, and, this way of thinking along with her growth, gradually fixed, as long as Layla does not go out of this circle, her way of thinking is almost impossible to change.

This is not something that Wendell can say, after all, everyone's life circle and habits are different, and their personalities are also different.

The only thing is, as the understanding of Layla as a woman gradually deepens, Wendell is also constantly adjusting the way he interacts with her and his mentality.

But on the whole, Layla is still a very smart woman, and at least it's good to work with such a person.

But in the future, when dealing with this woman, it is to be slightly respectful and far away, Wendell secretly made up his mind in his heart.

It seems to have sensed a slight change in Wendell's demeanor, Layla suddenly turned her head and asked, "Depom, what's on your mind? Is it something to do with me?"

Wendell smiled dumbly, "What makes you think so?"

"I think you are thinking about something related to me, because just now while you were contemplating, if anything, you glanced at me, I think, at that time you must have remembered something about me, am I right?" Layla asked with a smile.

Wendell shook his head and smiled, "It's not good for a woman to be too smart!"

"But, there are many people who just like smart women?!" Layla asked in a low voice as her pair of beautiful eyes stared at the side of Wendell's face.

"Maybe there are!" Wendell smiled noncommittally.

After a moment of hesitation, Layla only suddenly asked, "By the way, young Silva, you still haven't told me why your attitude towards me has changed?"

"Didn't your attitude towards me more or less change just now?" Wendell asked rhetorically with a wry smile.

Layla was stunned, and then she understood that Wendell was talking about how she was not used to seeing him too cold, so her face was a little ugly.

She couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Young Silva, in that case, did your attitude towards me happen because I had done something wrong? What exactly is the matter?"

Wendell then stopped talking and just looked seriously at the road in front of him and drove with full concentration.

Layla just couldn't help but be bored for a moment, Wendell's composure and deepness was an attraction for women, but sometimes this deepness of his was so hot to hate, the more it came to a critical moment, the less he spoke, really!

"Could it be that she really did something bad, and that's why she made Wendell start gradually distancing herself?" Layla's heart, still somewhat secretly suspicious, could not help but mutter.

……

"Ran away?!"

Lon took the phone, his face couldn't help but change, gritting his teeth and cursing angrily, "A bunch of trash! So many people blocking two people from the other side, and they couldn't even stop them? What do I have to do with you losers!"

Bang!

Lon ruthlessly hung up the phone, sitting in his chair with an angry face and cursing furiously.

"Father, then what should we do next?" Pemo Baro looked at his father's stormy appearance and asked in a deep voice.

"What else can we do, we can only leave for the time being!"

As soon as he talked about leaving Bajuu, Lon couldn't help but be filled with resentment and hatred, "To think that I, Lon, have been licking my blood for more than ten years to create such a great foundation, yet just because of a yellow-haired girl, and a little beast that hasn't even grown hair, I have to leave here in a mess……"

"Master, then the second young master there……" The nearby housekeeper Pemo was a little hesitant, "We still don't know where the second young master is being held, if we rescue him, it should be very difficult!"

"Humph!"

Lon coldly snorted, "No matter what, we must find out exactly where Bellai Pemo is being hidden, besides that, Pemo Baro, you have to get all the cash ready, after rescuing your brother, we will leave here!"

"Yes! Father!" Pemo Baro immediately nodded his head in response.

With his hands behind his back, Lon paced back and forth in the room, a cold, cold aura flickering in his eyes, gloomy, like a poisonous snake showing its fangs, extremely frightening and dangerous.

After walking for a long time, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and a harsh cold aura suddenly flashed across his originally gloomy face as he laughed conspiratorially, "This time, it is me, Lon, who has fallen. But even if I have to leave, I must make certain people understand that I, Lon, am not a soft persimmon that can be squeezed by anyone who wants to!"

To be continued.....