Chapter 172

The silver-haired old man stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back: "Sixth brother has great ability, actually carving out a blessed land in the downtown area." Jiang Wenfeng, who followed in the shadows, revealed a cold, sinister smile.

"You old man can certainly come! Please come in!"

Liu Jinyong welcomed Jiang Taixu into the hall enthusiastically, only then noticing the youth behind him: "Who is this?"

"My unpromising great-grandson Wenfeng, still hovering at the threshold of half-step ascension in his early twenties." Jiang Taixu was modest in his words, but inwardly shocked by the concentration of spiritual energy in Maiyi Lane. This newly promoted blessed land could actually increase the cultivation speed to this extent; no wonder it could break the pattern that hadn't existed for five hundred years.

Liu Jinyong looked at Jiang Wenfeng, praising "young and promising" on the surface, while secretly thinking about the old saying in the Profound Sect that "heaven-defying geniuses are easy to fall." This pair of grandfather and grandson was clearly here for breaking through to the Land Immortal realm; he pretended to pour tea and water, leading the conversation to irrelevant trifles.

At the same time, cold light appeared in Zhongcaotang.

Han Feifei leaned against the door frame wiping her dagger, the blade reflecting Gongsan Pingbalang's suddenly shrinking pupils: "Those who break into private houses must either roll, or..." The tip of the Night Wanderer blade trembled: "I will send you all to ascend to immortality."

"Misunderstanding, we will leave now." Gongsan grabbed his subordinate who was about to attack, and paused when he reached the threshold: "Did Jiusheng Yongshen die by this blade?"

"Want to know?" Han Feifei raised her eyebrows coldly: "Go down and ask him."

The moment Gongsan looked back, the woman's pupils suddenly lost focus. Yuzao Huimei was about to act, but heard the leader say faintly: "The Illusion Pupil Technique can only control her for two hours, move fast."

Thousands of miles away, the Zhang Group was setting off a silent storm.

"Zhang Zong?" The title blurted out by the front desk girl caused ripples in the empty lobby.

Passing employees looked sideways, watching the former female president carry Lin Yu straight in.

Since Feng Yuanyuan pushed for "cost reduction and efficiency increase," canceling afternoon tea benefits and quarterly bonuses, whispers of missing the former president had grown quietly in the pantry.

The door of the top-floor conference room was slammed open.

"Who can tell me, everyone." Zhang Yuru's gaze swept over the executives with different expressions, finally nailing it on Feng Yuanyuan's livid face: "Where is your current president, Li Lin?"

A certain project manager stood up subconsciously: "President Mu she..." He realized halfway through and sat back down awkwardly.

Feng Yuanyuan pinched her steel pen until it clicked, pulling out a mocking cold smile: "Zhang Zong broke into someone else's company, could it be that she is still dreaming of being president?"

Zhang Yuru stood in the president's office and looked around, her fingertips tapping on the table: "Since you have Li Lin's number, why don't you contact her directly?"

Feng Yuanyuan was just about to speak, but saw that Zhang Yuru had already dialed the phone.

The mechanical female voice echoed in the empty conference room, and he sneered, holding the phone to the other party's face: "Turned off for twenty hours from yesterday to now, is she flying to Mars?"

"This is the Zhang Group headquarters!" Feng Yuanyuan suddenly stood up and slapped the table, "How did the security let you in?" She grabbed the desk phone and was about to call someone, but Zhang Yuru grabbed the receiver.

"You tell me, the group's second-in-command has been missing for more than 24 hours, and as president, you neither call the police nor organize a rescue."

Zhang Yuru suddenly leaned forward, staring at her dodging eyes and lowering her voice: "Could it be that you are afraid that the police will find something that shouldn't be found?"

The entire executive layer was agitated, and several questioning gazes shot at Feng Yuanyuan. Cold sweat seeped from her back, and just as she was about to explode, the conference room door was slammed open. Long Jianfei broke in with cold air, and the special police behind him instantly controlled the exit.

"President Feng has such great official authority." He threw out the board of directors' red-headed document, "You are suspended from duty immediately to accept investigation." He turned to Lin Yu in the corner and bowed: "Mr. Lin, the criminal investigation experts are in place."

This dramatic turn made everyone hold their breath. Lin Yu had been staring at a certain spot on the ceiling, his pupils glowing with strange green light: "Go to President Mu's office."

When passing by Feng Yuanyuan, he suddenly stopped: "When your mother was sent to the Yuyuan Sanatorium back then, her body temperature was 36.8 degrees, right?"

Feng Yuanyuan was struck by lightning, her nails digging deeply into her palms. Long Jianfei signaled the security to come forward: "Send President Feng to the sanatorium for a psychological assessment." This sentence made her wake up suddenly, staggering backward and knocking over a coffee cup.

"No, don't touch me!" She gripped the edge of the table tightly, her expensive suit stained with brown dirt.

Those memories of her mother collapsing behind iron bars suddenly surged, the woman forcibly injected with sedatives, the screams in the corridor at night, and the silk scarf finally hanging on the ventilation fan.

Long Jianfei looked at his watch: "It is now 3:25 PM, I want to see the police report in three minutes." He swept over the silent executives and finally looked at the surveillance probe: "Notify all shareholders, an emergency video conference will be held tonight."

"Let me walk myself!" Feng Yuanyuan stumbled and held onto the wall, her bloodshot eyes glaring at Zhang Yuru, "I've had enough!" She tore off her chest badge and threw it on the ground, disappearing into the end of the corridor staggeringly.

The office desk phone suddenly exploded. The moment Lin Yu grabbed the receiver, the metal body still retained warmth.

"Where is the money?" The mechanical voice processed by the voice changer pierced his eardrums, "Three hours left."

"How much? Cash or transfer?" Lin Yu's knuckles pressed on the desk phone keys, "Currency?"

After a short current noise, the phone was cut off. The LCD screen jumped with garbled characters, clearly disguised by a virtual number.

Lin Yu looked toward Miao Street outside the window; this was clearly a diversion.

Those people hiding in the dark must be coming for Master's "Earth Medicine" manuscript.

The regret of losing his sister ten years ago gnawed at his heart. Even if he had to exchange the manuscript, he would not hesitate, let alone mere money.

The ringing tore through the silence again.

"50 million Huaxia currency in cash, trade at Zhongcaotang in Miao Street." Without waiting for a response, the receiver came with a busy tone. Lin Yu sneered; the other party clearly underestimated his strength.

The transport of five tons of cash required at least three armored trucks, and the kidnappers specified trading on his own turf; this clumsy layout clearly was to stall for time.

He pressed the speed dial button: "Within two hours, 50 million in non-sequential cash delivered to Zhongcaotang."

Urgent footsteps came from the corridor, and Zhang Yuru chased after him panting: "Found a clue?"

"Escort Zhang Zong back." Lin Yu raised his chin at Long Jianfei, and the human wall of people in black suits immediately surrounded Zhang Yuru.

"By what right do you order him?" Zhang Yuru looked at the former partner in disbelief.

Long Jianfei bowed while stroking his heart: "Mr. Lin's kindness of rebirth is worth my life to repay." The piety in his eyes was like a pilgrimage, which made Zhang Yuru's spine feel cold.

Lin Yu had already disappeared at the elevator entrance. Ten years ago, he couldn't protect the bloodline; this time, he would not allow any loss.

The thing Lin Yu was most worried about happened; Zhang Yuru had been in frequent contact with him recently, and she was likely targeted by that group of people.

The phone notification sound rang abruptly, and he had just stepped out of the Zhang Group building when he froze in place: the main road in Huacheng, which was usually unobstructed, was blocked into a long dragon.