Chapter 906: Please accept this (first part)

As a business elite, reading the latest news every day is the most basic operation.

Early in the morning, Lin Dexiang habitually took out a stack of subscribed newspapers from the mailbox at home. It was only when he saw the front page headline of the San Francisco Chronicle that he was struck by lightning.

He knew that his son, Lin Zeyu, was in the hands of the 13th Street gang, but because he was unsure of where his son was being held and was afraid of angering the 13th Street gang, he did not dare to report it to the police.

He could only try to find a solution from other sources. He just didn't expect that before he could rescue his son, he would read in the newspaper about the feud between the Mexican Eagle gang and the 13th Street gang. He wondered if his son had met with an accident and hoped that the FBI had rescued his son.

Just as he was anxiously preparing to go to the FBI in San Francisco to inquire about the situation, a white man came to his house and brought the watch he had given his son Lin Zeyu for his 18th birthday. He told him that his son had been rescued, but that he needed to go with them.

Lin Dexiang, who had been worried that his son had been killed, suddenly received this news. It was like a drowning man clutching at a straw for help. Without the slightest regard for his own safety, he resolutely decided to go along for the ride.

'Have we arrived yet? Where are you taking me?'

In the car, Lin Dexiang held his son's watch tightly in his hand and asked the indifferent bodyguard next to him nervously.

He asked this question so many times along the way that the bodyguard was annoyed.

'Shut up, we're almost there!'

An angry shout made Lin Dexiang shut up decisively, and he could only record the landmarks along the way through the car window.

As he watched the car drive into the wealthy Atherton neighbourhood in the San Francisco South Bay, Lin Dexiang's expectations grew stronger and stronger.

This wealthy neighbourhood is full of rich people, and the underworld generally can't get in, so does this mean that his son is really okay?

...

'Boss, the person is at the door!'

'Bring him in!'

Xia Yu, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, heard Blake Franklin's report and said, 'Turn off the TV with the remote control.'

After a while, Lin Dexiang was escorted in by two bodyguards.

When he saw Xia Yu, a yellow-skinned man sitting on the sofa, Lin Dexiang let out a sigh of relief. He wanted to walk quickly over, but was stopped by the bodyguard.

Lin Dexiang had no choice but to anxiously ask, 'Sir, where is my son?'

Xia Yu waved his hand, indicating that the bodyguard did not need to block him, and then smiled and said to Lin Dexiang, "Mr. Lin, welcome. You can sit down and talk. Your son will be here in a moment.'

Xia Yu then told Kevin O'Casey, "Kevin, have someone bring Mr. Lin over.'

'Yes, boss!'

Looking at Lin Dexiang, who kept looking out of the door and looked a little nervous, Xia Yu smiled gently and said, 'Mr Lin, you don't need to be nervous. Your son is fine. We are compatriots. You can rest assured here with me!'

Xia Yu's words were sincere, and together with his gentle smile, they made Lin Dexiang feel slightly relieved. He quickly forced a smile and thanked him, saying, 'Sir, thank you for saving my son. I will always remember your kindness and I will definitely repay you for saving my life!'

Xia Yu did not refuse, and with a faint smile, said, 'Mr Lin, let's get acquainted first, my surname is Xia!'

'Hello Mr Xia, nice to meet you!'

...

After a few casual words, seeing that Lin Dexiang was distracted, with most of his attention focused on the door, Xia Yu also temporarily lost his interest in chatting.

After a while, a sound of footsteps came from outside, and then Kevin Okashi was seen walking in with a young Chinese man with bruises on his face and a dispirited appearance.

'Yu, I've finally met you, are you okay?'

Lin Dexiang stood up abruptly, ran over excitedly, and shouted in his excitement.

'Dad!'

Lin Zeyu was also very emotional at seeing his father, and embraced Lin Dexiang and cried.

What a touching scene of a father and son reunited.

However, Xia Yu's attention was not here, his gaze fixed on Lin Zeyu's face. He felt that Lin Zeyu looked familiar.

But after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember where he had seen Lin Zeyu before, and it seemed that they had never met.

'Could it be that I've mistaken someone for someone else?'

Xia Yu thought uncertainly.

'Forget it if you can't remember. It's likely that you've met before somewhere. At worst, you can just ask to confirm later.'

After a long while, the mood of father and son Lin Dexiang and Lin Zeyu had barely calmed down.

Lin Dexiang also learned the true story from his son and was certain that his son had indeed been rescued by these people in front of him, and that he had not been abused since last night.

'Yu, bow to Mr. Xia!'

Lin Dexiang pulled Lin Zeyu and said he wanted the father and son to kneel together.

Xia Yu frowned and immediately said, 'No need!'

Kevin O'Casey and the others also immediately stopped the two, and the enormous strength made it impossible for the father and son to kneel.

'Mr Lin, your son has been kidnapped for so many days and is a bit weak. You'd better sit down with him, I still have something to tell you.'

After thanking Lin Dexiang, Xia Yu pulled his son obediently to sit opposite him, a little apprehensive, not knowing what Xia Yu wanted to say to him.

'Mr Lin, do you know, we are very fated!'

Xia Yu's first words left Lin Dexiang confused, not knowing what Xia Yu meant.

Xia Yu's next sentence solved his confusion: 'Your car is a Rolls-Royce Phantom, and so is mine. Your license plate ends with the number 667, and so does mine.'

Lin Dexiang smiled cautiously and said, "Yes, this is indeed fate!'

Xia Yu smiled slightly and continued, "And last night, when we passed Davis Road after 9 o'clock, we met again. At that time, your car was driving more than 100 yards behind mine, and you even overtook me. Do you remember?'

Lin Dexiang suddenly realised and immediately said, 'I remember now. Were those three black Rolls-Royces yours?'

Xia Yu nodded and said softly, "Yes!'

'I was wondering who was driving so fast at that late hour, and then I saw you turn right.'

Lin Dexiang didn't know why Xia Yu was saying this, so he answered truthfully, "Yes, I was going home, but then I remembered that I had left something behind, so I was going to take a detour to get it.'

'Then you are very lucky!' Xia Yu exclaimed in admiration.

Lin Dexiang looked puzzled again, feeling a little tired of talking to Xia Yu, but he had to maintain a good attitude and asked, 'Mr Xia, what do you mean?'

Xia Yu looked at Lin Dexiang with an inexplicable smile on his face, which made him feel inexplicable. Then he heard Xia Yu say something that shocked him: 'Mr Lin, do you know that just before you turn right at the intersection, about 1,000 metres away, I was ambushed. The bullet hit the glass next to my ear. If my car didn't have bulletproof glass, there would be no way I could have saved your son, and I wouldn't be sitting here chatting with you now.'

'This, this, this...'

Lin Dexiang was at a loss for words, feeling a mess in his head. It seemed that he had thought of the key, but he also seemed to have missed the logic.

At this time, Xia Yu also stopped beating around the bush and continued, 'I thought someone wanted my life, so I went to great lengths that night to find the leader of the 13th Street to find out what was going on. By the way, I discovered the nobleman in the basement. I never expected it to be a mistake. What they wanted was your life, but I took the blame for you instead!'

'It's just that this pot is a bit big, and it almost crushed me!'

Hearing this, Lin Dexiang finally understood, and he also knew what Xia Yu meant when he said that he was lucky and that they were destined to be together.

Now that he thought about it, he was both terrified and embarrassed, his face flaming red.

This 'fate' was really life-threatening. Xia Yu had completely saved him from disaster. If he hadn't suddenly gone back to get something, the bullet would definitely have been unable to be stopped by the car without bulletproof glass, and he would definitely have died.

If Xia Yu's car didn't have bulletproof glass and if he wasn't strong enough, it would have been Xia Yu who died.

So this can be considered as him causing Xia Yu harm. Xia Yu had avoided disaster completely on his own strength, and if it had been someone else, they would have died unjustly.

Not only that, Xia Yu also eliminated the 'Thirteen Streets' organisation for him, not only relieving him of his crisis, but also saving his son.

This series of favours is so great that he simply doesn't know what to do!

Lin Dexiang took a deep breath, looked straight at Xia Yu, and said solemnly, 'Mr Xia, my father and I owe you. Just tell me, if there is anything I can do, I will definitely do my best!'

Lin Dexiang's statement was exactly what Xia Yu wanted.

Xia Yu smiled and said, 'No rush, there are some things you should take a look at first.'

After saying that, Xia Yu looked at Kevin O'Casey. The latter immediately handed over the documents obtained by the "13th Street" organisation.

Lin Zeyu, who had been silent, suddenly changed expression, his expression becoming very complicated. Obviously, he recognised at a glance the documents he had signed under torture. The inhuman treatment he had suffered resurfaced in his mind, and he shuddered.

Xia Yu immediately explained, 'Your son knows the situation, so let him tell you about these documents.'

Lin Zeyu immediately said to his father, Lin Dexiang, 'Dad, these documents are...'

As Lin Zeyu continued to tell the story, Lin Dexiang's expression kept changing, but he didn't blame his son. Instead, he was heartbroken that his son had been abused and forced to sign these agreements.

Not only that, but he also felt an infinite hatred for the person behind the scenes, Li Guangkun.

After Lin Zeyu had finished talking, and seeing his son full of self-blame, Lin Dexiang patted his son on the shoulder and comforted him, 'A-yu, Dad doesn't blame you, as long as you're okay, money is just a material possession, as long as you're alive is the most important thing.'

'They also wanted the shares in Dad's hands, if it weren't for the fear of giving them away they wouldn't have let you go, I would have long since taken out the shares and exchanged them for your return.'

'Dad, I don't blame you. Fortunately, you didn't give it to them, otherwise I really wouldn't be alive.' Lin Zeyu instead comforted his father.

Fortunately, Lin Dexiang had not forgotten where he was. He stopped talking to his son and looked at the documents in his hands again, understanding what Xia Yu meant.

Lin Dexiang solemnly placed the documents on the table, and then said to Xia Yu, 'Mr. Xia, you have saved the lives of my son and I. This favour is greater than the heavens. What I can give is the stake in Huamei Bank.'

'I wonder if you could re-draft two contracts. The 28% of the equity in my name and the 23% of the equity in my son's name will all be transferred to you for free!'

'I hope you won't mind! You must accept it!'