You and Zong Wangyue were eating beef noodles at a roadside noodle shop when a black rcedes-Benz van slowly stopped outside.
Inside the van, a rather handso but stern-faced man peered through the window, staring intently at you who were "sha, sha, sha"—oops, wrong—eating noodles with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
"Young Master, the identity of this person has been investigated."
"Speak," the man said coldly.
"His na is Li Muyun, with no significant background or identity, just a very ordinary Dios; his family lives in Minnan, but we haven’t found the specific address yet."
"That’s not important." A cruel smile flickered across the handso man’s face, "Call Scar and ask him to invite this kid to a quiet place, I want to properly teach him a lesson!"
"Yes!"
As the rcedes-Benz van drove away, your cell phone in your pocket also rang.
While you were "whooshing" the noodles, you said, "Little Pen, what’s happening?"
"President, the Chu Sect Information Departnt just called , saying soone is investigating your information."
"Do you know who it is?"
"I do, a wastrel son of a multinational corporation president who has previously committed cris abroad and was later sent back by his parents, now confined to Yuhang."
"What did he do abroad?"
"Uh, sothing quite perverted." Lei Jianhua was a bit hesitant and uncomfortable to speak of it.
"Let’s hear it." Since you were idling anyway, you might as well treat it as a little story.
"That guy, together with a son of the Yamato, ate a female assistant professor in the Netherlands."
You blinked, thinking you had misheard: "What was that, could you repeat that? I might have heard wrong."
"No, President, you heard right, when he was studying in the Netherlands, he tead up with a son from Yamato to eat a Dutch female assistant professor."
"Eat... her?"
"Yes." Lei Jianhua’s tone was very certain, but mostly filled with disgust and hatred, "These two scumbags drugged the female assistant professor, dragged her to their residence, skinned her, dismbered her, sliced her body into pieces, and then froze them in the fridge. It took the two of them two months to completely consu her."
A glint of cold light flashed in your eyes as you imdiately asked, "Did the Dutch police not riddle them with bullets?"
"Because both of them had powerful backgrounds, especially the one from Yamato; his father is a high official in Yamato, and the family almost controls two-thirds of the dical supplies there. They were first diagnosed with ntal illness, then due to poor treatnt effects in Dutch ntal hospitals, they were repatriated separately to continue treatnt in their native countries."
Hearing this, your voice also deepened: "Has he committed any cris in China?"
"There’s no record of any cris since he returned. After he returned, the criminal police system has kept him under close surveillance, and his family has been repeatedly warned. Therefore, recently he has been behaving, only occasionally indulging in one-night stands, seducing young girls with flowers, sports cars, and designer bags."
Just then, you suddenly noticed a dozen or so hoodlums at the door, their gazes drifting towards you, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Hey, hey, hey, it seems that this guy intends to take out first, well, since I’m idling, I might as well play with them a bit."
Hearing you say that, Lei Jianhua spoke up: "President, should we notify Luanfeng Pavilion to take control of his family’s crystal-clear family?"
"Control? Hmm, I don’t really like that word, change it."
"Change it?"
"Hmm, yes, change it to dissolve, bankrupt, exterminate... sothing like that."
Lei Jianhua pondered and said: "Indeed, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beams are crooked, to produce such a demonic son, their elders and relatives must not be any good either... President, I will contact Luanfeng Pavilion right away about this."
You hung up the phone and playfully patted Zong Wangyue on the shoulder, saying, "Zongzi, want to join for a ga outside?"
Zong Wangyue had already noticed those street thugs outside. He imdiately began rubbing his right index finger and thumb together, and during the rubbing, a lot of ice shavings kept falling off.
"Boss, let take care of these little pests, I promise to ********."
"No no no, we should play the ga step by step. Today you play with , I guarantee you’ll have ********."
"Okay then!"
Zong Wangyue had an eager expression on his face.
You slapped the table and said with a smile, "Owner, check please."
You and Zong Wangyue had just walked out of the small noodle shop when you were blocked by a group of street punks.
"Guys, you look unfamiliar here, is this your first ti eating here?"
A thug with dyed golden hair looked at you with a grin.
"Yes, indeed, it’s our first ti having a al here."
"We have a rule around these parts. First-tirs here for a al are considered to be supporting our business. So, we need to take you guys sowhere fun as a way to express our gratitude."
"Oh, really? Well, that’s an offer we’ve got to check out."
Zong Wangyue walked playfully away, draping an arm around the thug, "What are we waiting for then? Let’s head over sooner rather than later."
The thugs had not expected you to be so "naive" as to actually believe them, and they all started to snicker and encircle you to walk along.
The place they referred to was an unfinished building.
Although the building was not particularly isolated, for so reason, everyone would walk around it when passing by.
You didn’t understand at first either, but after entering the walls of the compound, it beca clear—the place was haunted!
This unfinished building was surrounded by residential areas, all of which looked quite dated, and it was unclear what this place used to be. But one thing you did know was that soone must have committed suicide here, and at the ti of death, they were filled with intense Resentful Qi.
How did you know that?
Because, isn’t there a long-haired female ghost in white clothing standing in the shadow of the entrance to the building’s underground parking lot right in front of you?
On closer inspection, this long-haired female ghost was quite pale and attractive. A person like this would mostly likely have committed suicide due to love troubles.
Interestingly, a dozen or so thugs were leading you towards the entrance to the underground parking lot where the long-haired female ghost was.
Although Zong Wangyue didn’t have Yin and Yang eyes to see the female ghost, when he ca within ten ters of her, his brow furrowed noticeably, and he turned to look at you, "Boss, around here there’s..."
"Shh, now that we’re here, let’s have so proper fun."
Zong Wangyue’s eyebrows lifted, and he laughed, "Alright!"
As the group passed by the female ghost, they deliberately reached out to greet the long-haired female ghost, "Hey, nice weather today, eh? Waiting for the moon here?"
The thugs felt uneasy about your nonsensical greeting, and thinking about the rumors of the place, they couldn’t help but swallow nervously.
The golden-haired one next to you took a glance around and asked in a low voice, "Hey, mate, who are you greeting?"
"See, isn’t it that beauty there? Long hair cascading like a waterfall, clothed in billowing white, a quintessential beauty of the nineties, ah, tugs at my heartstrings."
You spoke with such conviction that the thugs all retreated to one side.
Golden-fur had so guts and imdiately shouted, "What’s there to be scared of? There are so many of us, bursting with Yang Qi!"
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