The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard

Chapter 1722: Chapter 1708

What happened later, how did the Ancient Artifact Research Institute end up in his father’s hands?

Zhou Ang grew up knowing that the Ancient Artifact Research Institute was founded by his father, but now Uncle Fu told him that it was actually Uncle Wen who founded it.

And his father had long abandoned the career he once loved.

"Later, somehow, Mr. Wen suddenly disappeared, along with the mister. Everyone thought they had reconciled and continued exploring the ancient tomb, because previously Mr. Wen was preparing for an outing. About a year later, the mister returned alone."

Uncle Fu gazed ahead, his eyes somewhat hollow, as if looking through and beyond others.

"What about Uncle Wen?" Zhou Ang asked Uncle Fu anxiously.

Uncle Fu shook his head, "I don’t know. We asked at the time, but the mister refused to speak. However, after that return, he transferred the Ancient Artifact Research Institute to his own name."

Zhou Ang was puzzled, "Transferred to his name? How did he transfer it to his own name?"

Uncle Fu shook his head, "I don’t know about that; this is all I know."

Zhou Ang fell silent, realizing that everything he now had was taken from someone else’s hands.

And that person was not someone else but Wen Zaozao, whom he always regarded as a sister.

Thinking about Wen Zaozao’s sudden change in attitude towards him these past few days, he wondered if Wen Zaozao had learned about it. Was this why her attitude had suddenly changed?

But on second thought, it seemed unlikely. If Wen Zaozao was ignoring him over this, where did she hear about it?

Uncle Fu mentioned that few people knew about this, and it happened twenty years ago. If she indeed knew, she would surely confront him, right?

Zhou Ang sat on the sofa, feeling unsettled. He suddenly felt that everything he possessed was taken from someone else’s hands, which gave him a sense of guilt, making him feel like an incorrigible villain.

Uncle Fu noticed that Zhou Ang didn’t look well and was somewhat worried, "Young master, are you alright?"

Zhou Ang shook his head, "I’m fine. It’s already very late. Uncle Fu, why don’t you stay here and rest for the night."

It was past midnight. Zhou Ang felt uneasy letting Uncle Fu return alone.

Seeing Zhou Ang’s somewhat poor condition, Uncle Fu nodded slightly, "Alright, I’ll tidy up. If you need anything, please remember to call me."

He was most worried that Zhou Ang had problems but was stubbornly enduring them.

Zhou Ang nodded, resting quietly on the sofa, eyes closed, unsure if he was resting or thinking.

Uncle Fu took a deep look at him, then went into the bathroom to freshen up.

...

Late at night, in a private villa.

This was the place Zhou Laowai specifically arranged for the people Wei Yongxiang brought. Located in a remote area, neither suburban nor city center, people living here wouldn’t raise suspicions from others.

In the brightly lit living room, Wei Yongxiang sat there with a grim face, casting a cold glare at the group of haggard thugs who had returned, "A bunch of useless trash!"

The Black-clothed Men stood in a line, heads bowed like children punished for wrongdoing, their trembling bodies betraying their anxiety.

"I taught Chu Ge his martial arts. I selected you because I thought you could subdue him, but I overestimated your abilities!"

Wei Yongxiang’s eyes scanned them coldly, "You do know, Wufeng Palace doesn’t keep useless people."

The Black-clothed Men exchanged glances, fear in their eyes, until finally one mustered the courage to step forward, saying, "Old Palace Master, the situation was really special today. Even if we set up a Barrier, ordinary people could see it breaking."

"We are willing to try again. Please give us another chance!"

In Wei Yongxiang’s murky eyes, there was contemplation, "Give you another chance? Are you confident you can take Chu Ge’s life?"

His voice rose a bit as he spoke, intimidating everyone present into utter silence.

Beside him, Zhou Laowai remained silent, wanting to inquire whether Zhou Ang was implicated.

But he dared not ask, fearing that expressing such concern would lead Wei Yongxiang to view him as unwilling to harm his own son, which might provoke Wei Yongxiang to act against Zhou Ang.

He couldn’t jeopardize his son for his personal sake!

"Zhou Laowai."

Wei Yongxiang suddenly spoke, fixing his gaze on Zhou Laowai, "What do you think of this matter?"

Not expecting the question to be thrown his way, Zhou Laowai was momentarily caught off guard.

"Old Palace Master, it’s frightening that you ask me this."

Zhou Laowai chuckled awkwardly.

"No problem, you are the most familiar with this time frame, tell us what to do next."

Seeing no way to avoid the question, Zhou Laowai scratched his head awkwardly, "Old Palace Master, our main target is the Mystic Sky Tower. Chu Ge and the others are just a concern for hindering our plans, so we merely aim for complete eradication."

The Old Palace Master nodded, "You are right; our primary mission ahead is indeed the Mystic Sky Tower."

The mystery of Mystic Sky Tower was such that no one truly knew much about it, its enigma compelling a need for exploration.

After waiting for so many years, there is finally a sign that the Mystic Sky Tower might appear, and he certainly couldn’t let this opportunity slip by.

"Zhou Laowai, you take care of matters here. I can’t stay any longer. I need to set aside time to arrange things concerning the Mystic Sky Tower."

Wei Yongxiang said, "As for these people..."

He looked at the Black-clothed Men in front of him, speaking with disappointment, "I thought you could quickly complete the mission, but I didn’t expect two failures. I’m deeply disappointed in you."

The Black-clothed Men lowered their heads even more.

"You will stay here, follow Zhou Laowai’s instructions, and complete the task. If Chu Ge returns to the past and the timeline is restored, you’ll pay with your lives when you come to see me!"

Wei Yongxiang’s voice was stern.

"Yes!"

The Black-clothed Men answered in unison.

Their voices were loud, resonating through the living room.

Wei Yongxiang left that night, while the Black-clothed Men still stood in the living room, waiting for Zhou Laowai’s orders.

Zhou Laowai pondered for a moment, then said to them, "You may go rest now, we’ll talk tomorrow."

He felt overwhelmed, as the Old Palace Master had entrusted him with this task, with another layer of intention: to declare his loyalty.

Twenty years had passed. He had been by Wei Yongxiang’s side for two decades, yet even now, he was not trusted.