Finally, temporarily safe.

Song Heping slightly reduced the car speed, blended into the traffic, and vigilantly observed the rearview mirror to confirm if any vehicles were following.

Zayed slumped on the passenger seat, gasping heavily, his face as pale as paper, his heart pounding almost jumping out of his throat.

After quite a while, he finally recovered a bit, looking at Song Heping driving with concentration, his eyes complicated, filled with fear, gratitude, and deep awe.

"Song... Mr. Song..."

Zayed's voice was still hoarse, "This time… thanks to you again… I really don't know…"

"Less talk." Song Heping interrupted him, his tone flat yet with undeniable force, "Check yourself, are you injured?"

Only then did Zayed react, hurriedly fumbling over himself, apart from some scratches and bruises, there seemed to be no fatal injuries.

"No... nothing..."

"Mm." Song Heping responded, his gaze still sharply scanning the surroundings, after confirming they had escaped from those killers, he then picked up the phone and tossed it to him: "Call your people, tell them to come pick you up."

Zayed took several deep breaths, trying to calm his shocked mind, looking at Song Heping's calm and firm side profile, couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Song, you… how on earth… I mean, your skills..."

"Just survival skills."

Song Heping replied lightly, obviously not wanting to discuss this further.

Zayed wisely didn't ask further, but the feeling of superiority due to his royal status and wealth had long vanished in front of the other's absolute strength and composure.

"So..."

A question suddenly popped into his mind.

"How come you were here today?"

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

Song Heping glanced at Zayed.

"The first time..."

Zayed recalled his previous arrogance and came across some embarrassment.

"I'm sorry..."

"No need to apologize." Song Heping interrupted: "Do you remember I went to the restroom midway?"

"I remember..."

Zayed said suspiciously: "Could it be..."

"That's right, I found someone was watching us." Song Heping said: "I initially thought it was the CIA people, so I used the restroom as an excuse to step out and check. But the other party was alert too, left the car before I stopped them."

In general, Song Heping didn't lie.

But in detail, Song Heping was deceptive.

Of course, he couldn't let Zayed know that he intentionally let the watcher escape, actually facilitating the assassination.

"At the time, I saw the other party didn't seem like a professionally trained agent, so I suspected it wasn't targeting me but you, afterward I did some research, your business earns questionable money, someone's bound to be envious, I guess they were watching you."

Paused and continued: "Typically, tailing someone means they want to learn the activity patterns, indicating some moves will be made. I felt you might be in danger recently, after all, my business still needs your help, can't just watch you die, so these days I've been following you, sure enough, tonight discovered killers tailing you into the nightclub, then followed you to the hotel."

"I see..."

The perfect explanation relieved Zayed.

"By the way, who did you provoke?" Song Heping sneered, changing the topic: "Who wants you dead?"

Zayed paused, his expression gradually turned dark and angry: "These damn killers must be sent by the Narendra Family! Only they have the guts and motive to target me! Can't compete for business, so they resort to these underhanded means!"

Song Heping glanced at him, didn't expect this guy guessed it, thus pretended to be clueless: "Oh? The Narendra Family?"

"It has to be them!" Zayed gritted his teeth, fists clenched, "On this land in India, with such enmity and lawlessness against me, besides them, there's no one else! These mad dogs bound for hell!"

Song Heping didn't respond, acknowledged his judgment.

This matched the intelligence he previously received.

What he needed was for Zayed to face reality.

Under Song Heping's control, the car seemingly casually shuttled through Goa's streets, but in fact, constantly changing routes, avoiding any potential tail.

Eventually, they left the bustling area, heading towards a relatively secluded beachfront safe house prepped by Song Heping's subordinates.

"Let me make a call first."

Zayed gradually cooled off from extreme fear and anger, used Song Heping's phone to call his men.

After finishing, he leaned back in the chair, eyes flickering, evidently rapidly contemplating the next steps.

Today's sudden assassination completely upset his plans, also made him recognize the seriousness of the problem.

The Narendra Family intends to fight to the death!

He looked at Song Heping again, his eyes became exceptionally serious and eager.

Now, this incredibly powerful Eastern man is not only his one hundred million dollars business partner but also his lifesaver.

Moreover, now he seems to realize Song Heping's value.

Perhaps in the future, he can also utilize the other person.

For instance, in the feud with the Narendra Family...

"Pull over ahead a bit."

Passing an intersection, when the car reached the outskirts, Zayed pointed to the roadside.

"We wait for my people here, they'll arrive soon."

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