Chapter 179: No Need to Act Rashly

At this moment, the sunset spilled onto Zhang Yuru's face through the gauze curtains, and she sighed lightly: "If it were in the past, perhaps I would have been moved."

Before she finished speaking, the door had already opened, the implication of seeing him out being obvious. Jiang Wenfeng stood up and straightened his suit, smiling with confidence: "There will be plenty of time in the future."

"I won't back down." Jiang Wenfeng tossed the key into the air and caught it again, "From today on, we are neighbors; you can ask me for help at any time." He turned and pushed open the door to the next room, the sound of metal colliding waking up Zhang Yuru, who was stunned in place.

The moment the door closed, Zhang Yuru's back pressed heavily against the door panel.

The scene from that day at the Jiutian Building surfaced again; General Qin Tai bowing to Lin Yu, and Xu Jianhua respectfully calling him Senior Brother, scenes that shattered her wishful thinking like a heavy hammer.

The bank text message with a million-dollar deposit back then had made her firmly believe in Lin Yu's business talent, but how did that high-spirited man after marriage become a reclusive traditional Chinese medicine doctor?

A crisp sound of a slap suddenly came from next door, and Zhang Yuru trembled all over.

Through the crack in the door, she vaguely saw Jiang Wenfeng pinching a maid's neck: "I said you are not allowed to wear clothes!"

This roar made her suddenly sober, her fingers digging deeply into her palms. The playboy who spent money like water back then actually hid such a ferocious face now.

"A woman must rely on herself." She straightened her spine in front of the dressing mirror, the eyes of the person in the mirror gradually becoming sharp, "Men will change their hearts, wealth will betray you, but skills will always follow you."

This sentence sounded like both a vow and a curse, echoing repeatedly in the empty living room.

At this moment, Jiang Wenfeng was leaning on the leather sofa, the phone screen reflecting his sinister eyebrows: "Houzi, focus on Zhongcao Hall and the Tang Sect Group."

He licked his canine teeth and sneered, "Remember, the last knife must be left for me."

The neon lights outside the window swept across his side profile, casting twisted shadows on the carpet.

The Zhongcao Hall deep in Miao Street was a different scene; Lin Yu was rubbing his red nose, surrounded by six beauties of different styles.

Han Feifei lightly tapped his chest with her slender fingers: "Junior Brother is singing and dancing every night, be careful that the iron pestle will be ground into a needle."

Gu Yuanyuan smiled and pushed the fruit plate in front of him: "Our new company is missing a handsome man to hold the fort, would you consider it?"

Tang Yiyan suddenly raised her phone: "Look! Senior Brother Xu Jianhua transferred another two million in consultation fees to someone!"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Lin Yu looked at the darkening sky outside the window, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the silver needle pattern on his cuffs.

No one noticed that in the shadows of the back hall, Xiao Chengzhou was whispering to the encrypted communicator: "The target has taken the bait, ready to close the net at any time."

"Stop arguing, let's just show our cards to Junior Brother!"

After the words fell, except for Chu Yueyun and Tang Yiyan, everyone else held back their laughter and exchanged glances.

Lin Yu's back suddenly felt cold, and he slapped the table and stood up: "You wouldn't really make me the legal representative of the company, would you?"

Gu Yuanyuan rested her chin on her hand and blinked: "Junior Brother is really smart, you guessed it right!"

"Knowing that I am most afraid of trouble!" Lin Yu wailed as he sank into the chair, "You are going to kill me!"

Meng Yang comforted him while gnawing on a watermelon: "Just hang your name and take 51% of the shares, we will handle the specific affairs." As she spoke, she handed the bright red watermelon flesh to his mouth.

"Really don't need me to manage it?" Lin Yu bit the watermelon suspiciously.

"When has Senior Sister ever lied to you?" Meng Yang handed it forward again, satisfied only after seeing Junior Brother nod reluctantly.

It was not until late at night that this group of girls laughed and moved into the Jubao Pavilion next door.

When no one was around, Lin Yu flashed to Miao Street. The wall plaster of Maiyi Lane was peeling, and weeds were growing wildly in the cracks of the bluestone slabs; after Liu Jinyong went into seclusion, this Feng Shui treasure land had actually decayed to this point. He sighed lightly and turned toward the Genyue Courtyard, where the vegetation was lush.

The Divine Sense Yang Spirit needs to coexist with a treasure land; the current situation of Maiyi Lane shows that Liu Jinyong's situation is dangerous. Looking at Master Zhang Song's desperate Mysterious Gate, it turned out to be a stroke of luck due to a mistake back then.

This inheritance from the Lord of Mount Tai's Underworld Dunjia had only been cultivated to the position of King of Hell by ten people in a thousand years. If it weren't for the Neon people sending the Jingguan Dead Man Jade, Zhang Song would have found it difficult to make his first breakthrough to Great Perfection after the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Pavilion Master!" Xiao Chengzhou's low call interrupted his thoughts. This Rong Sect veteran was rarely excited: "There is news about the person you are looking for; she is studying for a master's degree at Xiangya Medical University and is currently interning at Huacheng Hospital." As he spoke, he slid the phone photo in front of Lin Yu.

The moment the screen lit up, the night wind whipped up the fallen leaves all over the ground.

Lin Yu stared at the woman in the photo. Her tall figure was similar to his own, she wore a stethoscope around her neck, and the gaze behind her gold-rimmed glasses revealed a sense of detachment.

"Xuanyuan Qing, finally found you." He tapped the table lightly, and the heavy burden that had been hanging in his heart for days was finally lifted. The internal breath congested in his body seemed to sense this relaxation and actually began to flow faintly.

His pupils suddenly became hot, and his Heavenly Eye opened uncontrollably. Since forcibly breaking through to the Land Immortal Realm, this spiritual sense warning had become increasingly acute.

His gaze pierced through the roof tiles of the Zhongcaotang, where a ball of light as scorching as the midday sun was drifting along the rafters. This was not the gentle, warm radiance of a Xuanmen practitioner, but the violent, explosive True Qi unique to a martial artist.

Lin Yu sat still. With Third Aunt sitting in command, he did not need to act rashly.

Sure enough, the light flame suddenly dimmed and fled in a panic toward the end of the street. But it stopped strangely after only a hundred meters; it was clearly the old trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain.

"Subordinate will go investigate!" Before Xiao Chengzhou's words were finished, he had already plunged into the night.

In the Heavenly Eye's field of vision, this Rong Sect leader was moving like a night owl close to the ground, intercepting that cluster of brilliance in an instant.

A scream pierced the night sky, but then stopped abruptly.

Xiao Chengzhou, who returned, had his right finger joints dislocated, his voice astringent: "That guy was actually able to break free from the Nine-Link Lock."

Lin Yu held his wrist without a word, and the joints returned to their original position amidst a crisp sound.

In the black Maybach by Chunfeng Road in the distance, Hou Ping listened to his subordinate's report, his rat-like whiskers trembling with excitement.

"You said you met Xiao Chengzhou of the Rong Sect?" He stroked his jade thumb ring, his eyes bursting with brilliance, "Pass down the order, start with the people around Lin Yu. Tang Yiyan, Xuanyuan Qing... dig out everyone related."

The cold wind rolled across the empty street outside the car window, carrying the bloody smell of a coming mountain rain.

"Understood, will arrange it immediately." The person responded and disappeared into the night.

Hou Ping kicked the back of the driver's seat, "Drive!" Then he dialed Jiang Wenfeng's phone: "Wenfeng, this order needs to increase the price!"

At this moment, Jiang Wenfeng was leaning against the head of the bed, with a long-haired dried corpse lying beside him, which was the maid who had changed his shoes earlier. Just now, he had just used the evil technique of plucking Yin to nourish Yang to squeeze this living woman into a human husk.

"How much?" Jiang Wenfeng grabbed an iced beer and walked barefoot toward the living room.

"Thirty Vajra Pills!" Hou Ping looked at the strange night sky outside the car window, his mouth pulling into a sneer.

Jiang Wenfeng's hand suddenly clenched the soda can: "You should know that this pill requires living people..."

"Isn't it just the materials left over from plucking Yin to nourish Yang?" Hou Ping interrupted: "You handle quite a lot of materials every month."

Jiang Wenfeng's pupils shrank, and he glanced at the dried corpse on the bed: "Fifteen pills."

"Forty pills!" Hou Ping suddenly raised the price, "Otherwise I will report you to the Old Master for practicing forbidden techniques."

Silence spread across both ends of the phone.

Jiang Wenfeng finally gritted his teeth: "Deal!" ===== CHAPTER 180 =====