Chapter 218: Lone Infiltration of the Tiger's Lair

"You… who exactly are you?" Murong Wanqing finally voiced the doubt in her heart, "Your medical skill… and your martial ability are far from ordinary."

Zhang Jun grinned, intending to flash his trademark roguish smile, but seeing the girl's red, swollen eyes, he forcibly held it back, merely saying lightly, "Someone… who wants to get to the bottom of a few things."

He looked at Murong Wanqing and suddenly said, "Before your grandfather's death, he seemed to have entrusted something to you… or rather, to the Murong family. And you, it seems, have also been investigating something."

Murong Wanqing's delicate body trembled, and she looked at Zhang Jun with a complex expression.

This guy, his observational skills are surprisingly sharp.

She gave a bitter laugh: "Yeah, I want to uncover the truth behind my grandfather's poisoning, and I want to get to the bottom of the Shadow Organization. But… it's too hard."

Her tone carried a deep sense of helplessness: "The Murong family… is not a monolith. I always feel that someone in the family is secretly colluding with the Shadow Organization, constantly obstructing my investigation. It's… it's like there's an invisible hand pulling the strings behind everything."

Is it the shadow of the superior again?

Zhang Jun's eyes narrowed.

It seems this pool of water is far deeper than he imagined.

The Murong family is probably also the center of a whirlpool.

"Perhaps we can cooperate." Zhang Jun suddenly said.

Murong Wanqing froze, lifted her head, and looked at him with some disbelief.

"We have a common enemy, don't we?" Zhang Jun said calmly, "Besides, I'm also very interested in 'Meiyao' and the Blood Sacrifice."

Murong Wanqing fell silent.

She couldn't help but admit that Zhang Jun made sense.

Relying solely on her own strength to shake the Shadow Organization is nothing short of a fool's dream.

And this man before her, unfathomably deep, perhaps… could truly become her aid.

"All right!" Murong Wanqing gritted her silver teeth, made up her mind, "I'll tentatively trust you once! Let's investigate together! I'll use the family's resources to internally look for clues about 'Su Meiyao' and the Blood Sacrifice, while you… you cooperate with me from outside."

At last, the hostility of this little firecracker was temporarily eased.

Zhang Jun let out a breath; this feeling was even more comfortable than snagging the last half‑price down jacket on Double Eleven.

After briefly discussing future contact methods, they decided to first leave this gloomy dungeon.

Having just temporarily placed the body of the Murong elder, Murong Wanqing then activated the family's secret channels and began a full‑scale search for clues about 'Su Meiyao' and the Hundred Flowers Valley.

The efficiency was astonishing.

In less than half a day, she brought back an exhilarating piece of news.

"Found it!" Murong Wanqing's pretty face lit with a hint of excitement, she didn't bother avoiding suspicion, and grabbed Zhang Jun's arm, "According to the family's secret scrolls, the name 'Su Meiyao' is very likely linked to a clandestine medical sect that was exterminated decades ago—that sect was called the Hundred Flowers Valley!"

Hundred Flowers Valley?

Zhang Jun's heart jolted.

"The secret scrolls also say that the Hundred Flowers Valley apparently guarded something extremely important back then, which is why it invited the disaster of extermination." Murong Wanqing lowered her voice, her expression solemn.

What was being guarded?

What could it be?

Could it be related to the Shadow Organization?

This amount of information is a bit overwhelming!

Just as Zhang Jun and Murong Wanqing were preparing to follow the Hundred Flowers Valley lead and dig deeper——

"Bang!"

The room's door was kicked open from outside!

Tieshan's face, anxious to the extreme and smeared with blood, burst in, he was out of breath, his voice changing: "Jun… Jun'er! No… something terrible has happened!"

Zhang Jun's heart gave a thump, an ominous premonition welled up.

"Liu… Miss Liu… Miss Liu, she… her properties in Yanjing were attacked by unknown assailants! She… she herself… has gone missing!"

"What?!" Zhang Jun felt as if struck by lightning, he sprang to his feet, and a icy killing intent instantly burst forth from him!

Tieshan panted, pulling a blood‑stained note from his bosom, his voice trembling: "The other side… they left a message, demanding you… you alone, go at midnight tonight to the abandoned textile factory in the suburbs to ransom her!"

"Damn it!" Zhang Jun snatched the note, his eyes instantly turning blood‑red!

Again, this sort of low‑down trick!

This is a declaration of war against him!

Zhang Jun's head went "boom!", his blood rushing straight to his head!

Liu Qingxue!

She's been captured!

A violent killing intent, like a solid ice spike, exploded from Zhang Jun, making the temperature in the whole room seem to drop several degrees!

Tieshan recoiled half a step from this aura, his bloody face mixed with sweat, looking even more disheveled: "Jun… Jun'er, you… you'd better not act rashly…"

"Act rashly?"

Zhang Jun's eyeballs were blood‑red, his teeth grinding "creak", he looked like a beast ready to devour someone!

"Damn it, dare to move my woman, I'll make them know why flowers are so red and coffins are made of wood!"

"This damn thing is more aggravating than the last time I went to Panjiayuan to trade trinkets and ended up buying a fake jade pendant engraved with 'microwave‑safe'!"

Murong Wanqing was also startled by this sudden turn of events; seeing Zhang Jun's murderous look, her heart also tightened.

This man, when he goes berserk, is probably scarier than the yin wind in her great‑grandfather's dungeon.

"Zhang Jun! Calm down!" Murong Wanqing, unusually not arguing with him, her face grave, "The other side named you specifically—this is clearly a trap! Going like that isn't that just throwing away your life?"

She paused, then said firmly: "The Murong family still has some influence in Yanjing; I'll immediately rally people—I'll help you with this!"

Zhang Jun drew a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart.

He knew Murong Wanqing was right.

But Liu Qingxue is in their hands!

Lin Xue stepped forward quickly, took the blood-stained note from Tie Shan's hand, and then carefully asked Tie Shan for details of the attack, as well as the situation concerning the Liu Family's holdings.

She frowned, and after a moment she said in a low voice, "The attack was carried out with professional skill, swift action, and a clear target—it doesn't look like an ordinary grudge killing or robbery among martial artists. Their retreat route was also carefully planned, leaving hardly any useful clues."

She raised her head, looked at Zhang Jun, and said, "I suspect their main purpose is to lure you over there."

That inference is almost certainly correct.

An abandoned textile mill.

The outskirts of Yanjing are notorious for being a desolate, remote area.

In the past, several unsettling and eerie incidents have occurred there; ordinary people dare not go near after dark.

That place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only a narrow road leading in—easy to defend, hard to attack.

Damn it, picking such a place—isn't it just digging a pit and waiting for him to jump in?

"This trap is too obvious." Murong Wanqing paced a couple of steps, worry showing on her brow, "Going alone is too dangerous."