Chapter 11 — A Diary, A Fallen City

He clearly knew the end of the story, was pushed into a corner, and wanted to escape from those people. More importantly… He had nothing left to lose. For him, this is a gamble... to change his life. He will come. I took out a new phone SIM and replaced it. Send him a message. 【Do you want to get the remaining half of your life back?】 【Tomorrow night, 10 o'clock, west pier, warehouse number 3. Someone wants to meet you, talk about the "book".】 【This is your only chance.】 After sending, I erase the entire history. Then I called another number. It's "Old Black" — the private detective I hired to investigate Chu Hieu Hieu's loan sharking case.

“Mr. Hac, do me a favor.”

"Tomorrow night, 10 o'clock, west pier. Help me prepare a 'fireworks' display... just enough."

"Money is not an issue. I only have one request — be loud, but don't cause injury."

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

“Miss Hua, you really played big.”

“There is no other way,” I said softly, “being cornered… I can only risk my life.”

Everything... has been arranged. I stood by the window, looking down at the black van still silent under the streetlight. From the moment I pressed send... the game of chess began. And this time, I am no longer a chess piece. I... will be the leader. The next day, I lived like any other day. Get up early, go jogging, cook your own breakfast. That black van, like a loyal shadow, from the moment I stepped out the door, quietly followed, keeping just enough distance. I didn't pay attention to it. Even went to the supermarket to buy more fresh vegetables and fruits as if nothing happened. On the way home, I received a call from lawyer Phuong.

"Miss Hua, I got part of your parents' accident records. There's... a problem."

His voice was low.

"For example?" I asked.

"There were no brake marks at the scene. The force of the collision was very large, not like an accident, but more like... intentional. But the strangest thing is, after finishing the case, the police in charge of the case... quickly sent the whole family abroad to settle."

My heart sank. Every word Chu Minh Khai said... is gradually coming true.

“Also, the document you sent me… I received it.” Lawyer Phuong's voice became heavier, "Miss Hua, are you in trouble? The things in there... are not simple. I advise you to immediately seek protection from the police."

“Thank you, lawyer Phuong.” I interrupted, "but right now I can't report to the police. Please keep that document carefully and do it exactly as we agreed."

Hanging up, I looked at the line of cars outside the window backing up. No more luck. There's no turning back. This is a war… it's life or death. Evening at 9:30 p.m. I changed into a black sports outfit, neat and easy to move in. Stuff a fake "diary" into your backpack. Then open the door and step out. The black van immediately started and followed. I hailed a taxi and gave the address:

“West Pier.”

The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, then looked at the van following behind, his eyes looked a little strange, but in the end he remained silent and did not ask anything. The car stopped at the entrance to the pier. I paid, opened the door and walked down. This place was completely abandoned, the sea breeze blew through the empty land, carrying dust and sand, emitting a dull sound, sounding like someone crying in the night. Headlights in the distance shined, cutting shadows containers and warehouses into distorted, fierce shapes. The van stopped not far behind me. The car door opens. Two men wearing black suits walked down. They were expressionless, as tall as two walls, approaching me from both sides.

“Miss Hua, our boss has been waiting for you for a long time.” One person spoke hoarsely.

“Have you brought anything yet?” the other person asked, his eyes stopped at the backpack behind me.

I nodded.

“Take me to see him.”

They didn't make things difficult for me, they just led the way, sandwiching me in the middle. We passed through the stacked containers and headed towards the deepest part - warehouse number 3. The iron door was slightly open, inside a yellow light flickered. Stepping inside, I realized... this place is completely different from the outside. In the middle of the warehouse, place a luxurious leather sofa set. An old man with gray hair, wearing traditional clothes, was sitting there, spinning two pecans in his hand, making a steady clicking sound. Zhao Hongwei.