The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 497 - As Long as There's Food

The security guard was truly terrified.

They looked incredibly odd.

“It's us!”

Seeing the guard's reaction, Big Brother spoke with a quiver in his voice.

The guard paused, recognizing the voice as familiar. Squinting, he identified Big Brother.

“What's happened to you?”

The guard quickly opened the door, letting the three shivering figures inside.

“Lin, hold on. We're starving and freezing. Do you have any food or clothes?”

Big Brother was shuddering from the cold, his once-intimidating tattoo now quivering helplessly.

“I've just made some millet porridge, but it's quite plain. Will you have some?”

The guard hesitated.

Big Brother, highly regarded by the young master, was accustomed to lavish meals. Offering him porridge seemed inappropriate.

“We'll take it. Forget the porridge, even a bowl of hot water would do,” Big Brother implored, his voice breaking.

They made a beeline for the security booth.

Upon entering, the guard shook his head in disbelief as the trio had polished off the entire pot of porridge.

“Take your time, no rush. I'll get you some water,” the guard said, quickly pouring three glasses.

They downed the water in one go, and the guard served another three glasses, which they finished, consuming half a bucket in total.

After hydrating, they sat burping in their chairs.

“Just don't vomit, please!”

The guard was genuinely concerned; if they vomited, he'd be the one cleaning up.

“I feel like I'm alive again.”

“Lin, we owe you big time. Got any clothes? We could use a few sets,” Big Brother requested.

“I've got some here, just wait.”

Lin didn't pry into what the three had been through, sensing it wasn't pleasant, so he refrained from asking.

There were plenty of security uniforms available, as many had come and gone from the job. However, the clothes were unwashed and carried a slight odor.

If Big Brother had come across these clothes in the past, he would have undoubtedly dismissed them as garbage. Now, however, they evoked a warm sense of familiarity.

At the very least, wearing them out in public wouldn't draw any unwanted attention.

Despite their faint odor, the clothes were surprisingly comfortable.

The trio quickly dressed and inquired, “Is the young master awake?”

“The young master is up. I saw him upstairs having tea when I was in the kitchen,” Lin informed them.

“Stay here and keep watch. I'll go find the young master.”

Big Brother straightened his attire and strode into the villa.

Inside the villa's study, Murong Tian poured himself a cup of coffee, settled onto the sofa, and perused the newspaper.

Just then, a gentle knock sounded at the study door. Murong Tian called out, “Enter.”

The door swung open, and someone stepped inside. Murong Tian lowered his newspaper, glanced over, and his brow furrowed slightly. “Why are you here? Haven't I made it clear? Security guards are not allowed in!”

The man froze, then suddenly knelt, pleading, “Young master, I'm not Lin. Take a good look at me!”

Murong Tian donned his glasses and recognized his trusted aide, Wang Hu.

“Wang Hu, what's with the security guard outfit?”

“Hold on. You just told me to take a good look at you.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Are you implying I have small eyes, or that I'm on death's door?”

Murong Tian abruptly realized Wang Hu's words sounded like a curse.

“No!”

At that, Wang Hu shook his head vigorously, insisting, “Young Master, I truly didn't mean it that way!”

”Enough,” Murong Tian gestured dismissively. “Have you found Hsu Chenyue?”

Wang Hu shook his head. “No.”

He still couldn't recall what had transpired the previous night.

All he remembered was leaving the club, with no memory of anything that followed.

“You didn't find her?”

Murong Tian's displeasure was evident. He stood, frowning, and said, “If you haven't found her, what are you doing here? Go back to the club and rest. Only come back when you've found her.”

Wang Hu looked up, his face etched with surprise, and exclaimed, “Young Master, the club is no more.”

”Nonsense!” Murong Tian snapped, clearly displeased. He had let Wang Hu's earlier ramblings slide without reprimand, but Wang Hu's continued absurdity was too much. “I called the club's manager last night,” Wang Hu insisted. “The police shut it down last night.”

“I checked it out myself this morning. The club was shuttered due to a surprise police raid,” Wang Hu added, his voice tinged with hesitation.

Murong Tian was flabbergasted. He rushed to the side, frantically dialed a number on his phone, but the call didn't go through. He tried several more numbers, to no avail—no one answered.

Murong Tian stood there, utterly bewildered.

Could the club really have been shut down by the police?

Impossible!

He had always been discreet in his dealings, and only the most trustworthy individuals had access to the club.

How could the club's secrets have been compromised?

”Young Master!” A man with the air of a steward entered the room and inquired, “Would you like to have breakfast now?”

Murong Tian, still reeling from the news, quickly asked, “Steward, has there been trouble at the club?”

“Yes,” the steward confirmed with a solemn nod.

Fury washed over Murong Tian. He seized the steward's collar and demanded loudly, “Why are you only telling me about this now?”

The steward blinked and replied, “Young Master, I did inform you. You nodded and said you would handle it.”