I See through Everything

Chapter 108: Chapter 90: An Unexpected Game

"AHHHH..."

Engulfed by the fierce flames, Li Rongyao screamed as his entire body caught fire.

Immediately after, the thick smoke triggered the smoke detectors in the underground parking garage, and the fire sprinklers on the ceiling began to spray water.

HSSS... The water hitting the flames only caused incomplete combustion, and a massive amount of black smoke billowed out, filling the entire underground garage.

"Cough, cough..."

"General Manager Li, get over here!" The driver aimed a fire extinguisher at Li Rongyao’s blurry figure.

After emptying a canister of dry powder, the driver saw that Li Rongyao was still on fire. This was mainly because he was rolling around frantically, preventing the powder from covering his entire body.

At that moment, the secretary took off his suit jacket, wrapped it around Li Rongyao’s feet, and quickly dragged him five or six meters away, under a sprinkler head.

The driver also threw down the extinguisher, took off his own jacket, and started beating out the remaining flames on Li Rongyao’s body.

Soon, several security guards from the parking garage rushed over with fire extinguishers and tried to put out the blaze on the fiercely burning electric cars.

The secretary looked at Li Rongyao, whose face was burned beyond recognition and whose eyes were bleeding. He turned pale with fright, and having inhaled a lot of smoke, he also felt dizzy.

The bodyguard shouted anxiously, "Quick, call an ambulance!"

"Oh, right..." The secretary fought through his dizziness, squatted on the wet concrete floor, and took out his phone to call for an ambulance.

"Ahhh... it hurts so much..." Li Rongyao wailed in agony on the ground, his face a ruin.

"General Manager Li, hang in there! The ambulance will be here any second." The bodyguard quickly tried to comfort him. ’But looking at his severely burned skin,’ he thought, ’even if he recovers, he’ll probably be crippled for life.’

At this time, colleagues who had just parked elsewhere in the garage and were about to head up also rushed over.

Wang Donghai, the Chief Strategic Investment Analyst and Deputy Head of the company’s investment department, stared at the disfigured Li Rongyao, his expression turning grim and uncertain. "Has anyone called an ambulance?"

"It’s been called."

"Shouldn’t we just drive General Manager Li to the hospital ourselves?" another employee from the investment department suggested in a low voice.

"No! General Manager Li has burns all over his body. We can’t just move him like that," Wang Donghai quickly shot down the terrible idea.

Several surveillance cameras in the underground garage captured the entire scene.

Back in his office, Jiang Miao watched the live feed on his phone, a faint smile playing on his lips. ’You’re so lucky. But then again, isn’t this its own kind of misfortune?’

After deleting all traces of his activity from the backend data, he casually strolled over to the cafeteria in the laboratory area to eat.

Shuya had also just stepped out of the sterilization room.

"What’s up? You look happy."

"It’s nothing. I just thought of a bad joke."

Shuya picked up her lunch box and, while opening the lid, asked curiously, "What joke? Let’s hear it."

Picking up a piece of char siu, Jiang Miao said with a smile, "Why is char siu always so sad?"

"Why?" Shuya was completely puzzled.

"Because it’s always getting roasted."

Shuya was still confused for a moment before she got it. Then she gave a dry laugh. "Haha, that really is a bad one..."

Jiang Miao popped the char siu into his mouth. Chewing, he said with a smile, "It’s pretty lame, right? After all, I did a very heartwarming good deed today, so of course I have to tell a bad joke to balance things out."

"A heartwarming good deed? What was it?" Shuya took a sip of her kelp and pork rib soup.

"Some old foreign guy said he wanted to teach me a great lesson about life. You know, one good turn deserves another. So I sent him a roasted pig. I hope he likes the gift!"

"A roasted pig? Who gives that kind of gift to a guest?" Shuya was a little speechless.

"It’s the thought that counts. If he doesn’t like it, he can throw it away," Jiang Miao said, taking a sip of lemonade.

Shuya obviously didn’t realize that the "roasted pig" Jiang Miao was talking about was entirely different from the one she was imagining.

...

「On the other side of the ocean.」

Los Angeles, also in the Northern Hemisphere, was in the height of summer, but here, it was daytime.

Blue skies, white clouds, and lush green grass.

In a villa nestled among oak trees, the summer chirping of cicadas was both pleasant to the ear and like an endless drone.

But for a luxury villa, soundproofing was a basic feature, so there was naturally no need to worry.

In the villa’s backyard, a white-haired old man sat on a wooden chair in the shade of a tree, polishing an antique double-barreled shotgun. On the wooden table beside him lay a box of buckshot.

"Sir, our General Manager for the Greater China Region, Li Rongyao, was admitted to the hospital with serious injuries an hour ago." The speaker was a middle-aged blond man with his hair combed back immaculately in a slick-back style.

The old man’s hands paused for a moment, then he resumed polishing the shotgun. "The reason?"

"The preliminary investigation suggests he was caught in an electric car battery explosion in an underground garage. His condition is extremely serious. He has severe burns all over his body and has lost an eye."

"He knew too much. You understand," the old man said without looking up, his tone calm, even ruthless.

"I understand. But who will take over his work?"

"Do you have a suitable candidate to recommend?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment. "How about sending Vine to replace him? He’s been in charge of the Southeast Asia operations and is quite familiar with the situation in the Greater China Region. Plus, he’s ethnically Chinese."

"Fine." The old man suddenly changed the subject. "What business has Li been working on recently?"