The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Pei Molin strode out of the antique two-story western-style building. Qiao Fengyu, who was leaning against the door of a bulletproof black sedan in front of the building and smoking, hurriedly stepped on the cigarette butt, patted the non-existent ashes on his body, and bowed politely to open the door for Pei Molin.

"Captain." Qiao Fengyu asked with a flattering smile, "Are we still going to the company?"

Pei Molin did not answer. He bent down and got into the car without looking around.

Qiao Fengyu was a little confused. He quickly got into the driver's seat and started the car nervously.

The car slowly drove out of the hollow iron gate of the western-style building. Two black SUVs drove past Pei Molin's car from an inconspicuous place on the roadside and merged into the sparse traffic flow, one in front and one behind.

Ever since the underground boxing ring and the black market were busted, his and Feng Mengduo's security had been quietly upgraded at the same time.

In a confined space, even with an advanced air circulation system, the low-quality smell of cigarettes on Qiao Fengyu inevitably filled the entire carriage.

He was fidgeting, and while driving he stole glances at Pei Molin's expression in the rearview mirror.

Although the team leader always has a sullen face, he seems to be in a particularly bad mood today!

Pei Molin raised his eyelashes and caught Qiao Fengyu's sneaky look in the rearview mirror. He said coldly, "Old Qiao, I don't like the smell of cigarettes, and you are not allowed to call me the head of the group outside. If you still can't remember, please change someone who can remember."

His tone didn't seem harsh, but Qiao Fengyu knew that it was the final warning to him.

Qiao Fengyu quickly said: "Remember, Mr. Pei, I remember."

Seeing Pei Molin leaning back in boredom and closing his eyes to rest, Qiao Fengyu tried to excuse his mistake. He said softly, "Mr. Pei, I received a new message and didn't dare to sleep all night. I was afraid that it would be dangerous to drive, so I smoked a cigarette to refresh myself. I won't do it again next time, I promise."

Pei Molin really asked, "What news?"

"Mr. Pei, the news from the black market says that a mysterious person has offered a huge reward to all the management of Blue Fox, regardless of life or death..."

Pei Molin opened his eyes and frowned slightly: "When did it happen?"

"The news came after dark yesterday, at nightfall."

"Why not report it?"

Pei Molin's voice was cold and his eyes were sharp. Qiao Fengyu trembled and stammered, "At that time...Miss Feng was in the building..."

"parking."

Pei Molin knocked on the center armrest in the back row. Qiao Fengyu was stunned and said hesitantly, "Mr. Pei, did I say something wrong?"

"Things should be put to good use, and people should be put to good use. You have such great ideas, so you should go back to being the leader of your 'hunting' team." Pei Molin said coldly, "Go down, and let Lao Fang drive."

Qiao Fengyu wished he could go back half a minute and sew his mouth shut. He had finally crawled to the side of the captain, but was he going to be exposed with just one sentence?

He parked the car on the side of the road absentmindedly. When he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, he pleaded unwillingly: "But Tuan... Mr. Pei, my team has no more members...?"

Pei Molin didn't even give him a glance: "Don't forget, it was your own choice."

The convoy sped away, leaving Qiao Fengyu alone standing on the weed-covered road. He didn't turn around until the taillights of the last car disappeared at the end of the road. He threw out a fireball, which hit the trunk of a thick sycamore tree, creating a burst of sparks.

Qiao Fengyu said angrily: "Don't you know what you will do when you meet? If I rushed in to report it at that time, you might be even angrier than you are now!"

Lao Fang saw a faint fire in the right rearview mirror. He really looked down on Qiao Fengyu. Before the apocalypse, he was barely a decent figure, but after the apocalypse, he was jealous of talented people and betrayed his teammates, doing all kinds of despicable things. Is such a person worthy of replacing him and becoming the boss's confidant?

He deliberately leaked the information about the black market bounty to Qiao Fengyu, knowing that he would be eager to curry favor with the boss. He didn't know any details, and the boss was not clear about anything when he asked questions. In addition, the boss was always in a bad mood after seeing Miss Feng.

Just get as far away as you can, you piece of shit.

Troubles came one after another early in the morning. Pei Molin rubbed his brows tiredly and asked, "Lao Fang, what's the matter with the reward for the management of Blue Fox?"

Lao Fang was going to trick Qiao Fengyu, so he was well prepared. He calmly replied, "Mr. Pei, last night, a bounty message appeared on the dark web. Someone offered a high reward to the management of Blue Fox. The basic price is one ton of gold per person. The higher the level, the more generous the reward."

"The person who offered the bounty did not hide his identity. Do you still remember that we wanted to discuss cooperation with the arms magnate in Thunder Bay and were rejected?" Lao Fang looked solemn. "Before, we tried every means to get a message through a middleman. This time, it is said that the bounty was offered personally. I wonder how Blue Fox offended him..."

Pei Molin's light grey eyes were filled with chills: "So, the underground boxing ring incident was also caused by them?"

Lao Fang nodded: "It's almost certain, Mr. Pei."

Pei Molin was puzzled. After the end of the world, countries around the world were busy taking care of themselves. Why would the oligarchs in Thunder Bay want to set up a black market gang thousands of miles away?

Even if we take a step back and say that he hired someone to do it, the question is, how did he offend the other party?

"Find a way to pass a message to the other side and tell them that I want to talk to their boss." Pei Molin ordered.

Lao Fang responded. Seeing that Pei Molin was in a much worse mood than usual, he glanced at the road in front of him and said with a smile, "Mr. Pei, are there still people driving sports cars on the street now?"

Pei Molin looked forward when he heard the sound, and saw a red supercar with a very low chassis humming and stopping by the side of the road. He snorted and did not respond.

After the end of the world, gasoline was classified as a military supply. Even if ordinary people’s cars were not flooded, they could not refuel and could not drive on the street.

Anyone who can still drive at this time must have some intricate connection with the military or senior parliamentarians.

But everyone knows very well the principle of keeping a low profile and not showing off one's wealth. The world is so chaotic now that even Guanghui City cannot completely prevent malicious incidents from happening, so even if there are luxury cars, no one will drive them out.

I didn't expect there was a conspicuous bag here.

He was not interested in flashy things at all. Before he looked away, the scissor-style doors of the red supercar lifted up, revealing the profile of a young man with blond hair.

Pei Molin narrowed his eyes slightly, and at the moment when the two cars passed each other, his eyes met with Pei Junlin who turned around through the one-way glass.

When did he come into town?