Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1782 - 1771: Behind the Prosperity

Tonight was incredibly lucky for them; they didn't even encounter a single mugger.However, those who love to party at nightspots sensed something was off.

The nightspots they frequently visited were unexpectedly closed, and not just one, but all of them.

They scoured the streets and alleys but couldn't find a single bar, strip club, or any entertainment venue open for business.

The unusual behavior of the street gangs caught the attention of the police as well, but they received orders from above.

As long as nothing illegal was happening, they were told to leave them alone.

Clearly, the Blood Clan had intervened.

Although they couldn't openly deploy police or use TV stations to find someone, they could create as many conveniences as possible for the search.

All these gangsters searching for someone received warnings from major factions,

strictly forbidden from divulging anything about today's operation unless it was necessary for the search.

While it was impossible to completely prevent leaks, the impact could be minimized.

Tonight was the most extraordinary night for New York, the most memorable one.

Because tonight, New York accomplished a miracle, a zero-calls-to-911 miracle.

If possible, Ning Fan would definitely be awarded the New York Honorary Medal.

It was thanks to him that those wicked creatures kept their peace for a while.

New York, Manhattan's central Fifth Avenue.

This is a street renowned worldwide for its historical significance and fashion prestige, the ultimate shopping paradise in the world,

housing the world's top brands, highest-end malls, newest styles, most complete selections, and, of course, the priciest goods and most attentive service.

Aside from various luxury boutiques, Fifth Avenue is home to numerous high-end hotels.

In America, there's a saying: behind every bustling street often lies a filthy alley.

Despite the extreme luxury that covers this scene, it cannot hide the ugliness itself.

Behind the Empire Era Hotel, adjacent to Fifth Avenue, lies such an alley.

This alley doesn't serve as a hotel staff passage but as a garbage alley, where the hotel dumps its daily waste.

Besides that, it also serves as an open-air toilet.

In the luxurious and charming Fifth Avenue, having a public restroom would surely ruin the heavenly ambiance.

Moreover, on this pricy land, no one would be extravagant enough to build a restroom here.

But everyone deals with nature's call, so these alleys naturally became places of convenience.

Fortunately, the alley is far from the main road and is hidden in a remote, dark corner,

otherwise, Fifth Avenue might turn into Fifth Avenue Airport Toilet.

The garbage alley behind the Empire Era Hotel is pungently stinky and polluted, making it suffocatingly unbearable.

Aside from those in dire need, even praying homeless wouldn't come here, only squeaking rats feasting away.

An employee in a mask opened the hotel's back door, and with disgust on his face, tossed a garbage bag across the alley.

The hotel had a rule that if the door remained open for more than ten seconds, his salary would be docked.

The stink could waft in within the ten seconds and contaminate the hotel's environment.

The garbage bag traced an arc through the air and landed with a thud atop the pile of rubbish.

About a meter away lay an open dumpster.

It was apparent this black cleaner's aim wasn't very accurate.

The small mound-like pile of garbage bags also attested to his aim.

The pile, influenced by the garbage bag's impact, started to slide down like an avalanche, with bags rolling to the ground.

A rat paused from its feeding frenzy and warily eyed the garbage mountain.

Clever as it was, the rat knew that this sound meant a tasty treat arriving.

The rat excitedly squeaked, scampering forth, sniffing the greasy scent, and scaled the heap, flipping and climbing over the garbage ridge.

Just as the rat clambered up, tail standing on end, startled by what it saw, it squeaked before vanishing without a trace.

Beneath the pale moonlight, a ghastly face emerged from the garbage heap.

If any gangster had seen this face, they would surely be ecstatic, dismissing the stench, treating its owner as a revered ancestor, and personally escorting him home.

That face belongs to someone worth a bounty of ten million.

Ah yes, after a failed search, the major factions raised the bounty continuously, from one million to ten million.

To curry favor with the Blood Clan, the factions showed no mercy when it came to spending money.

A wealthy patron even offered a sky-high price of a hundred million US dollars for just a clue.

The reverberating matter was soon stopped by the Blood Clan once they stepped in.

If Morgan Family's wealth were to be discussed, a difference between one hundred million and one billion is simply a matter of a zero.

Not to mention the Philip Family, who care little for money when it comes to their fortune; it's just a number to them.

If money could help find Ning Fan, the two clans wouldn't mind spending it.

But both clans rationally lowered the bounty.

A sky-high bounty would definitely cause a sensation and attract unwanted attention.

Ning Fan is currently uncertain whether he's alive, but it's certain that even if he's alive, he must be gravely injured and incapable of acting.

Otherwise, Ning Fan would have already arrived at Manhattan Hotel, instead of disappearing for hours without news.

For Ning Fan's safety, the Blood Clan made such a decision.

High rewards indeed stimulate motivation, but they have their downsides.

If it arouses some people's rebellious nature, or during the claim someone accidentally kills Ning Fan for custody, it would be laughable.

The Morgan Clan Leader even contemplated whether Ning Fan might fake his death to escape and relieve himself from the Blood Clan's ties.

Hence, every legal or illegal channel at every port and dock is monitored by the Blood Clan.

Morgan is confident that Ning Fan must be in New York or surrounding areas.

At least in Ning Fan's current state, he cannot sneak out under the nose of the Blood Clan.

The gangsters running back and forth between streets and alleys probably wouldn't imagine that their sought-after person is nestled in New York's most bustling area.

Few, if any, even searched this place.

After all, Fifth Avenue, filled with affluent crowds, is unfamiliar ground to these marginal gangsters.

Upon the noise from the sliding garbage bag, Ning Fan opened his eyes.

That sound was what startled the rat earlier, causing it to flee in terror.

"Where am I..."

Ning Fan's face was pale, with not a hint of Blood Qi, speaking in a breathless manner, seemingly on the brink of losing his breath.

Externally, apart from being weak, Ning Fan seemed unharmed, showing no bruises or injuries.

But only Ning Fan himself knew this was his weakest moment, the most severe injury he'd suffered.