Chapter 52

Bak really felt very relaxed.

It was the same kind of relaxed feeling as a vegetable farmer who had worked hard to grow crops, sold them at the market, and returned home with money.

He had shed blood, sweat, and tears, and earned his income through his own hard work; life should be like this.

Therefore, the feeling he got from this 2.8-liter top-of-the-line Passat, which had been around for a few years, was far more comfortable than the BMW or the later Maserati. He unconsciously pressed the gas pedal a bit harder.

He had thrown away the SIM card before starting the car, and once he entered the city, he bought a new SIM card and called his mother, telling her that he had resolved some matters and could return home immediately. Liu Shufen's voice was not much worse than the one he had heard from Mu Chenfei's mother earlier. He made her laugh and even had his sisters talk to him before letting him go. They said they were at school and would be home soon.

Half an hour later, he parked the car with a screech on the road outside the residential area, the same spot where he had parked the BMW before.

He walked around the car, very satisfied, and decided to take it to the repair shop the next day for a thorough maintenance and parts replacement. This would be his long-term car from now on.

Then he started to tidy up the things in the car. Most of the money bags had been taken away, but everything else was still there. The folding rubber boat in the trunk hadn't been touched when the money bags were taken. There were also several license plates, probably prepared for the crime. Bak looked at his own bag of money, found four phones in the center console, which seemed to belong to the four people who had first gone to the island. He also checked the glove compartment for the vehicle registration. If this car was stolen, he would have to consider the license plate issue.

It seemed that Uncle Cheng held a good position under Boss Mu. At least this top-of-the-line black Passat had a rear entertainment system and various mid-to-high-end configurations. If properly maintained, it would be very suitable for his parents to enjoy.

Unexpectedly, he found Mu Chenfei's RK handbag in the glove compartment. It was a high-end item he had never bought in Europe. He opened it slightly to check, and all the documents and bank cards were there, but there was no cash. Generally, such a young lady wouldn't carry much cash. Bak curiously saw Mu Chenfei's ID card, and the photo was still very beautiful. She was only twenty years old, shouldn't she be studying? Such a talented young lady should be in a women's school or a prestigious foreign university, right?

He made a face, lamenting the different fates of people. His own two beautiful sisters didn't have such good luck. Bak carried all the bags and items home, including the handbag, which he wrapped in a dirty plastic shopping bag.

The four family members were anxiously waiting outside the door. As soon as they saw him coming up the steps from the yard, the sisters immediately rushed over to help with the various items. However, the one million in cash, weighing about thirty pounds, was clearly too heavy for Xiao Yi to carry. Bak carried it himself, bringing it into the house and placing it next to the sofa bed before signaling his father to close the door. He then started showing off the new bags, distributing cigarettes, facial cleansers, moisturizers, candies, snacks, and finally a bunch of phones.

He had already removed the SIM cards from the phones and thrown them on the highway when the Mou family left. Now, after starting the car, he quickly checked the contents. Apart from some hot movies and inappropriate photos, there wasn't much else, so he deleted everything: "This one for Xiao Mei, this one for Da Mei, they're identical, both golden iPhones. This Samsung one for Mom, it should be able to play movies. This one for Dad..."

The sisters were delighted, but Liu Shufen was nagging. Ba Dacheng, taking the second-hand iPhone, asked, "Where did you get it?" Since his son returned, out of love, he had never asked about the past seven years. Now, it seemed there were many things that needed to be explained.

Bak finally confirmed that three of the phones belonged to Uncle Cheng and the truck driver, setting them aside before facing his father's serious question.

Bak gave his sisters a task while they were whispering and exploring the phone functions: "Go outside and stand guard. Shout if anyone approaches."

Xiao Yi immediately took her sister out, closing the door carefully.

Bak pulled out the bag of money: "In the high-end villa area in the western suburbs, there's a boss surnamed Mou, probably a big boss. His daughter was washing her car at our car wash yesterday, and she was kidnapped. I got involved, but I helped save her. The kidnappers wanted twenty million in ransom, and I got it back. In the end, he gave me one million as a thank you. It's legitimate money, I didn't do anything wrong..." He then took off his jeans, revealing a wound on his large shorts, treated with herbal medicine: "See, I was injured, so he gave me a bit more."

Well, he certainly made it sound very casual.

The Ba family couple stared at their son, the large bag of new red bills, and the slightly red and swollen knife wound on his leg. Ba Dacheng's initial worry was instantly dispelled: "Does it still hurt?"

Bak opened the handbag again, taking out all the bank cards, credit cards, and ID cards and spreading them on the coffee table: "This is the kidnapped young lady's personal items. I'll return them later. If you're still worried, you can come with me to witness it. This injury for one million, I think it's worth it."

Since he was back home, Bak didn't want to hide anything from his parents. It was better to explain everything clearly than to let them worry and turn their hair white. Accepting one million was much simpler than having Mu Chenfei accept a murder.

Liu Shufen carefully touched the black leather bag, which was slightly larger than a rice bag: "This... is one million? Do you want Mom to count it for you? Are there any missing bills? Did you count them at the time? Could they have given you fake bills?" She was clearly inexperienced with large sums of money.

Bak felt warm: "Mom... you can count it. I'll go with you to deposit it later, in different places. We have enough at home."

Liu Shufen happily took it to the inner room: "Not for the family, for your marriage! You need to renovate, buy a car, oh? This girl... is she even human? She's like a fairy! Old Ba, look..." She stood up and, glancing at the ID card, was immediately drawn to it, her eyes darting between her son and the ID card.

Bak knew she was starting to think: "They can take out twenty million in one night for the kidnappers! One meal is like a month's salary for us! Can a fairy be raised by an ordinary family?"

Liu Shufen immediately recognized the reality, laughed nervously, and went back to the happy task of counting the money, taking the bag to the inner room.

Ba Dacheng, being a man, looked at his son with loving eyes, focusing on the wound. It was only then that he noticed the various scars on his son's legs, some of which were dark red and circular, which were quite frightening. Bak usually wore T-shirts and shorts at home, and his father had never seen these areas before: "You... have been through a lot out there?"

Bak explained seriously: "You taught me that a man must be hardworking and endure hardships. I've experienced it all and learned some skills to protect myself and my family. I'm still learning how to earn a living, but I won't do anything that hurts others."

Ba Dacheng chose to believe his son, whose eyes were clear and transparent: "Conscience clear?"

Bak laughed and covered his ears: "Conscience clear."

Ba Dacheng also laughed.

Of course, on the other side, Mu Chenfei, who had been given an injection of imported fever medicine and was being treated with expensive antibiotics, had already taken a bath. Under the care of multiple maids and her mother, she had carefully groomed herself. Now, in her sleepwear, she lay on the high-end bed in the temperature-controlled bedroom, letting her father, who sat by the bed, digest the fact that all seven kidnappers had been killed by that young man!

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