Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Chapter 412: Chapter 270: Bastard, Kill Me!

The attendant guided Su Huan to the semi-private booth in the center.

The lights crisscrossed, perfectly illuminating the table and some decorative points, the faces slightly dim, like a blanket, hiding the people within.

Mr. Shu sat on the sofa, although not as casually as Su Huan’s usual posture, he did not stand to greet either, he simply pointed to the opposite seat with one hand and said, sit.

Su Huan sat down, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, draped openly on the back of the sofa, crossing his legs in front, the tip of his combat boots grazing the coffee table.

Repeated evolution and battles had sculpted him into a tall and straight figure, even sitting so lazily there, he did not give off a bloated and decadent feeling, like a tiger or leopard lounging in a tree, playfully overlooking its prey.

Seeing his unrestrained sitting posture, Shu Wei subconsciously glanced at her mother.

As she expected, the woman’s brows furrowed upwards, her disgust written all over her face.

She hated unruly people the most, even in her own home, as long as she was present, Shu Wei had to maintain the most proper demeanor at all times.

Looking at her mother’s expression, like being disgusted by the conductor yet unable to utter a word, Shu Wei didn’t feel sympathetic for her; instead, there was a sense of vengeful pleasure, even hoping the conductor would be even more impudent.

”Little Tail, you sit too.”

Mr. Shu showed no dissatisfaction, even calling out to Shu Wei with a voice full of gentle expectation.

Hearing this nickname, Shu Wei’s heart tightened, she looked down and away, thinking to herself indeed, the conductor was watching her with the look of someone discovering a new continent, but she kept her expression tense, pretending not to hear Mr. Shu’s call, standing behind Su Huan.

Shu Wei’s small gesture naturally didn’t escape the attention of the two men.

In her own home, yet afraid to sit?

Is it fear, or reluctance?

This time, even Mr. Shu’s face changed, and Wang Yi suddenly stood up, staring at Shu Wei with eyes full of disappointment and anger.

The latter was undisturbed, her hands clasped naturally in front of her, like a professional secretary.

Mr. Shu chuckled dryly, ”Is this a tantrum against daddy now...”

Wang Yi said coldly, ”You, come with me!”

With that, she turned and walked away, her heels making a knocking sound.

A breath.

Two breaths.

Three...

Only Wang Yi’s footsteps were heard.

Wang Yi also noticed this, turning her head in disbelief.

Su Huan occupied the entire sofa alone, without the slightest intention of making room, his eyes narrowed into a cold slit, yet the corner of his mouth formed an elegant arc.

Mr. Shu’s feigned warmth vanished completely, turning into a sinister glint.

If before he looked at Su Huan as a pot of crawling crabs about to be cooked, a young girl lingering outside his office eager to get ahead, or a cousin who had stripped before him years ago...

Now, his gaze was more like someone already seated and done with appetizers, ready to fight at the main course!

He didn’t mind if his daughter had been involved with this person.

But he minded that the child he regarded as the most outstanding was now obedient to this man, no longer listening to him!

What made this man qualified?!

This was what angered him most.

Conversely, the conductor felt a little happy.

Just a little.

But it wasn’t enough.

The conductor had always valued fairness, and last time, the bet was Shu Wei’s life.

This time, it’s her entire family’s lives.

Gaining a person’s trust is difficult.

Gaining the conductor’s trust is even harder.

Mr. Shu took a deep breath, calmly looked at Su Huan, ”Her mother hasn’t seen her for a long time, could you let them talk alone?”

Mr. Shu gave a half-smile, gesturing with his palm between himself and Su Huan, ”We also need a conversation without interruptions.”

Su Huan looked up, just able to see Shu Wei’s sharply defined chin, and couldn’t help but admire inwardly, a beauty is truly beautiful from any angle, flawless.

His right hand swung back, beckoning with his index finger.

Under the eyes of Mr. Shu and Wang Yi, who seemed eager to devour Su Huan, Shu Wei leaned forward, making a gesture as if to listen closely.

Su Huan reached out with his index finger and tapped Shu Wei’s earlobe.

Watching the woman’s involuntary shiver, Su Huan suddenly laughed silently, then abruptly pulled back all expression.

Indifferently spat out a word.

”Go.”

With the conductor’s permission, Shu Wei finally stood up and walked towards Wang Yi.

A movement that seemed natural to everyone, yet left Shu Wei drenched.

The conductor’s eyes harbored not amusement, but clear murderous intent!

He was hesitating.

If just now her performance had been slightly unsatisfactory, the hard-earned trust and hope of survival would have shattered.

This was the conductor’s rule.

No stepping back, no room for compromise, as capricious as a black cat wandering among humans, right or wrong solely based on his current mood.

It wasn’t until the door closed that Shu Wei finally escaped from the terrifying murderous intent.

”Your behavior today makes me doubt if you’re truly my child.”

Wang Yi turned around, her lowered voice stabbing like an ice pick.

Looking at her mother as usual, Shu Wei found a certain familiar sense of security.

Words that used to feel piercing now seemed bland and tedious compared to the conductor’s succinct remarks.

She had almost anticipated how Wang Yi would reprimand her.

If he were here, how would he respond?

Shu Wei subconsciously thought.

”Oh.”

”Oh?!”

Wang Yi used a cosmetic pen from the table to lift her daughter’s chin, looking at the face that was eight or nine-tenths similar to her own, and the blush on the ears that hadn’t faded, her anger boiled over.