"What's your plan for him? Are you going to torture him or just lock him up first?" Huo Sizun asked.

Lin Beichen thought for a moment and said, "Just lock him up for now, don't use torture on him yet. I'll handle the rest."

"Okay, okay, I'll follow your lead. I'll get on it now," Huo Sizun replied before hanging up the phone.

Lin Beichen also ended the call, took a drag of his cigarette, and thought to himself, "That big net behind me, I'll tear it apart sooner or later. I'm going to find out who's trying to mess with me!"

He let out a cold snort, a glint of coldness in his eyes. At this moment, an invisible net was quietly unfolding, and a thrilling showdown was about to begin.

In this confrontation, everyone involved would play a crucial role, and their fates would drastically change as a result.

Be it Lan Zihua, Lin Beichen, or Huo Sizun, they would all strive for their goals and beliefs.

And the driver who dared to plot against Lan Zihua would surely pay a heavy price for his actions.

In this war without gunpowder, the victor would gain everything, while the loser would lose it all.

The driver let out a deep yawn. He had gone through so much today, and the fatigue washed over him like a tide, making him feel extremely tired. He thought to himself that he had done everything he needed to, and now the only thing left was to wait for the results.

It was rush hour, the provincial road was packed with cars, like a long dragon winding forward, the bustling scene overwhelming the senses.

This was no longer the era of over twenty years ago when owning a car was rare for every household. Now, almost everyone owned a car, which had become a necessity.

With just a hundred thousand yuan or so, one could easily own a small car.

During holidays, whether going out for tourism or visiting crowded places, the streets and roads were full of cars, and traffic jams became commonplace, making people feel increasingly irritated.

The driver felt a wave of inexplicable depression, his mood was already bad, and now he felt more restless and uneasy.

"I feel like I didn't do something right, but I just can't figure it out, it's so annoying." He frowned, hitting the steering wheel hard as if to vent all his frustration.

Right then, his phone on the left suddenly vibrated with a buzzing sound, loud enough to force him to grab it to check.

There were two or three private messages on WeChat, making him a bit nervous. He seldom used WeChat, as most friends contacted him by phone.

Messages on WeChat were usually from the company, or more precisely, from Lan Zihua.

"What could Lan Zihua have to say to me? I need to check it quickly." His right hand trembling slightly, he opened the WeChat screen.

The next second, his pupils shrank sharply, and he almost couldn't sit still.

It turned out that Lan Zihua informed him via WeChat that he had been fired by the company.

The message was clear, stating that Lan Zihua found his behavior inappropriate lately and was very dissatisfied with his performance, so decided to terminate his employment.

However, the company would give him an additional half year's salary as compensation under legal grounds.

Seeing this message, the driver's hands began to tremble, filled with panic and anxiety.

"It's over, I'm just too stupid. Lan Zihua has already noticed my problem." He muttered to himself, filled with regret.

Then, he began to worry about his future: "What should I do? If I'm fired like this, I definitely can't complete the task Ouyang Pingchuan assigned to me. By then, he won't spare me either. Am I really at a dead end?"

His brain spun rapidly, but he couldn't think of a good solution immediately. Looking around, he saw the road both ahead and behind was packed with cars, creating a sense of suffocation he couldn't describe. He thought, "I need to get out of here, I can't stay any longer."

His eyes then fell on the guardrail in front. If he crossed that, he could reach the rural countryside. A thought suddenly occurred to him: "I need to escape now. If I can get out from here, I'll find a local resident and hide at their place for a while. A few days later, I'll take a train to any place to work; who can catch me then?"

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate to turn off the ignition and got out of the car. After ensuring no one noticed him, he quickly climbed over the guardrail. A man in the car behind him stuck his head out, face turning pale as he shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?"

The man shouted furiously because the driver's actions were extremely dangerous.

However, the driver couldn't care less, his only thought was to escape from this place as quickly as possible. Clutching his briefcase tightly, he began to run for his life.

After running for more than half an hour, he finally saw a village ahead. Unable to help himself, he laughed out loud: "Opportunity has come, I can survive!"

Not far ahead, a clear stream flowed gently.

As long as he crossed that stream, he could reach his destination.

However, just then, loud laughter rang from behind him: "You there, looking for trouble?"

He then felt something hard pressing against the back of his head. His heart tightened immediately, instinctively knowing it was a gun.

Trembling, he turned his head to see a bald man pressing a gun against his forehead, a fierce glare in his eyes.

The driver stammered, "Who... who are you?"

Before he could finish speaking, the bald man kicked him hard in the abdomen. The driver cried out in pain, trembling and collapsing to the ground.

The bald man grabbed him by the neck and snarled, "We gave you a chance to work for us, and you seized that chance to escape! Did you really think we were that stupid? After giving you so much money, you thought you could just run with it?"

The assassin chuckled coldly, pressing the gun firmly against the driver's temple, shouting, "Should I just shoot you and send you to meet King Yama?" The driver, scared to tears, quickly pleaded, "I really didn't mean to do it, but now that it has come to this, I have no choice! That woman fired me, she's already started to distrust me; what else can I do?"

"Brother, I didn't purposely not do your task, it's just that I really have no way out." The driver knelt down, trembling all over, tears streaming down uncontrollably. He felt a wave of nausea, as if he might vomit at any moment.

Seeing him like this, the assassin couldn't help but sneer, "What a useless piece of trash you are, and yet our boss handed this task to you, haha." Then, he reached out for the driver's phone, "Give me your phone."

The driver had no choice but to hand it over, trembling. Now, he just wanted to live, and he'd do anything to survive. The assassin took the phone, checked the messages from Lan Zihua, and then coldly said to the driver, "I'll tell you a way; you can use this method to lure her out. Once she's out, take action, and I'll back you up."

The assassin's tone was assured, with an unyielding power in his voice. The driver frowned and asked, "Big Brother, what method are you talking about? I can't quite figure it out."

The assassin patiently explained: