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"Chugga chugga~"

[Dear passengers, hello. This train G112 is departing from ’Su City North’ and heading towards ’Beijing South’, with a maximum speed of 350 km/h, and a total duration of 5 hours and 36 minutes, passing through the following stations...]

At lunchti, a young female attendant with a smile approached ng Lang and his companion through the train’s public announcent system.

"Hello, ladies and gentlen, our business class will provide you with a premium lunch service today. Our nu includes..."

"No need, thank you. We brought our own," ng Lang waved his hand.

"Alright, we will bring you a complintary snack later. Enjoy your al~"

Watching the attendant leave with a professional smile on her face, ng Lang couldn’t help but marvel at the exceptional service affluent people receive...

"But a ticket costing over a thousand bucks is damn expensive..."

Griping to himself, he took out a thermal container from his small bag.

This was specially prepared by Xiao Yu early in the morning for both of them. No matter how good the free business class lunch is, how could it compare to the nutritious and healthy ho-cooked al prepared with love by their "Little Chef" at ho?

Lin Haitang gave him a sowhat amused look.

"You feel it’s pricey yet still bought business class?"

ng Lang handed a set of disposable cutlery to Lin Haitang.

"I bought business class purely because it’s the middle carriage with fewer passengers, making it easier to evacuate and comparatively safer.

If one loses their life but hasn’t spent all their money, wouldn’t that be the greatest regret?"

Lin Haitang: "..."

She took the cutlery from ng Lang, feeling a bit speechless.

"You’re afraid of planes, ticulous about high-speed train seats; is there any mode of transportation you’d be completely confident in?

I’ve wanted to ask for a while, isn’t this constant lack of security a kind of occupational disease?"

"Occupational disease?" ng Lang looked puzzled.

"Isn’t everyone in your line of work very cautious about their safety..." Lin Haitang looked at him.

ng Lang paused for a mont before realizing she referred to his work as a "mber of an intelligence organization."

After all, in movies, assassination and being assassinated are common occurrences.

It seems Lin Haitang had made a very reasonable inference for his "paranoia..."

At first, he found it both amusing and exasperating.

But then he beca sowhat silent.

In terms of danger and mortality rate, probably no intelligence agent could compare to him; if he truly married Lin Haitang...

"If... I an, if one day sothing unexpected happens to ..."

Before he could finish, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang, interrupting him.

ng Lang reluctantly took out his phone to answer.

[Hello! Brother ng, it’s Elder Wang!]

"Captain Wang, what’s up?"

[Brother ng, I need to ask, have you offended anyone lately?]

ng Lang paused, "No, why do you ask?"

[No? Then why has soone been investigating you these past two days?

They even took the case files on Yuan Li and tried to subtly probe about your work as a police consultant.

But don’t worry, brother, I know the rules; I didn’t say a thing!]

Soone is investigating ...

Considering the description from the autobiography, ng Lang imdiately deduced who might be investigating him.

"Oh! I’m aware of this situation now."

[Aware? Just like that? Brother ng, you mustn’t get complacent!

The people who ca this ti don’t seem like small fry; even our director is extrely respectful and compliant, keeping their background confidential when asked...

I suspect it might be related to the Iwazaki family issue I asked you to look into; they might be using their connections in Country Hua to retaliate...

It’s all my fault; after all, dealing with such a transnational conglorate is no easy feat...

Brother ng, I apologize for dragging you into this!]

ng Lang was speechless for a mont, thinking that Wang Zhao Ping’s imagination was certainly vivid.

After the museum theft case, Wang Zhao Ping indeed asked him to keep investigating the Iwazaki family, hoping to retrieve the Buddha head from them.

However, since the Buddha head was already reduced to fragnts, ng Lang hadn’t given it much thought and simply agreed in passing.

Unexpectedly, the investigation on himself led Wang Zhao Ping to join the dots...

"Don’t worry, it’s not the Iwazaki family... you don’t need to concern yourself with this matter, brother."

There was a mont of silence on the other end before the voice spoke again.

[Alright then! As long as you have it under control, I’m relieved. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let know!

After all these years of mingling, I’m not short of connections.

If worst cos to worst, I’ll even ask the mayor for help!]

Uh...

If you knew it was the mayor’s father investigating this ti, I wonder if you’d still have the courage to say that...

But from the sound of it, Wang Zhao Ping seems to be aligned with Hu Yonghua’s faction?

"Okay, I’ll definitely reach out if needed!"

Hanging up the phone, ng Lang thought to himself that the person in Beijing really intended to play their cards openly with him.

Investigation so blatant, it was evident they weren’t worried about his notice.

Compared to Hu Yonghua’s roundabout tactics, the old man truly exhibited a military style.

Two words... straightforward!

However, speaking of the Iwazaki family...

"What’s wrong?" Lin Haitang, seeing ng Lang deep in thought after the call, couldn’t help but ask.

The noise on the high-speed rail was considerable; she naturally couldn’t catch the details of their conversation.

But hearing "Captain Wang" ntioned by ng Lang, she still felt a bit worried.

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