Chapter 920: Danger at Xipan Pass

He Yuzhu's heart tightened, fearing that Nana would leak the news to Black Robe, so he immediately drove straight to Yangguang Square.

This area had over a dozen newly built apartment buildings with facades covered in beige tiles, bright windows, and clean rooms; they were originally high-end residences the developers intended to sell to foreigners, but sales were poor, so there were only scattered lights in the windows after nightfall.

He followed the door number Nana had given him upstairs and raised his hand to knock on the dark brown security door.

It was quiet inside for a good while before the sound of slippers shuffling across the floor emerged. The door opened a crack, and Black Robe stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of floral boxers, his round beer belly bulging into the door frame, glaring out with an impatient face: "Who are you?"

Before the words had even finished falling, He Yuzhu chopped his palm against the back of his neck.

Black Robe's eyes rolled back, and his whole body collapsed limply like a pile of mud; He Yuzhu was quick-witted and fast-handed, immediately taking him into his space.

As he left, he turned his head and shouted into the room: "Black Robe is coming with me, he won't be back for the next two days."

After saying this, he pulled the door shut behind him, his footsteps quickly disappearing around the stairwell corner.

Half an hour later, in an old villa on the outskirts of the city, He Yuzhu stepped down the concrete stairs one by one; he opened the door, and a musty smell wafted out—it had been a long time since he had been here.

He Yuzhu released Black Robe from the space, tossed him onto an iron chair, sat down opposite him, pulled out a cigarette to light it, and waited quietly.

Black Robe groaned as he woke up, blinking his eyes to survey the unfamiliar concrete walls, the cold floor, and the swaying lightbulb overhead; he was stunned for a long time before stammering: "You... who are you? What is this place? What are you doing!"

He Yuzhu exhaled a puff of smoke, the smoke swirling and dispersing under the light, and Black Robe choked, coughing repeatedly.

After a while, he spoke: "A while back, you acted as a go-between for Shouhouzi to find a job; who was the one who entrusted you behind the scenes?"

Black Robe's face turned deathly pale, his mouth twitched twice, and he desperately squeezed out a fawning smile: "Brother... Brother, listen to me, we never ask about the background of the employer in this line of work. People pay, we run errands—at the time, that woman said she wanted to find someone working at the Dabeiyao construction site, so I found them. How they negotiated, what that woman did, I really don't know..."

He Yuzhu didn't let him finish his sentence, raising his foot to kick his round belly.

Black Robe let out a muffled groan, falling backward with the chair, his head hitting the wall with a dull thud.

He Yuzhu's gaze was as sharp as a knife: "That woman is a foreign spy. You helped her find someone to loosen the scaffolding, and three people died at the site, with seven injured. Those were all poor people out there selling their labor; do you think you can wash your hands of it with a simple 'I don't know'?"

Black Robe curled up on the floor, clutching his stomach, his fat trembling all over.

In truth, he had read the news long ago and vaguely guessed that the matter had something to do with the woman named Cui Dan.

But he had kept comforting himself—the job was found by Shouhouzi, the money was given by that woman, and he was just a middleman; no matter what, it wouldn't fall on his head.

But right now, under the light, He Yuzhu's eyes were like two ice picks stabbing straight into his heart; his spine felt cold, and even his teeth were chattering.

"I... I'll talk..." Black Robe's throat was dry and burning, his tongue tied in knots, "That woman's... boyfriend is from the M Country embassy, she usually lives at her boyfriend's place... but she seems to have gotten together with a fitness coach recently, and sometimes she goes to stay in that coach's bungalow..."

After He Yuzhu finished asking his questions, he hadn't yet decided how to deal with Black Robe, so he knocked him unconscious and put him back into the space.

In fact, Black Robe was truly not honest; he had hidden one more thing—he had also introduced another person to Cui Dan.

That person's nickname was Boss Wang, his real name was Wang Jianchen, and he had spent his early years in the underworld of a southern county, specializing in insurance fraud; later, when the heat was too high, he ran to Beijing to make a living. Besides being able to drive, he was ruthless enough, and after accidentally meeting Black Robe, he began taking on dirty jobs to "resolve issues" for others. This time, he got a fake ID and snuck into the Liushi Trading Company's fleet. Because he was willing to spend money to treat others, he was quickly appreciated by the captain and made Deputy Captain.

That fleet was specifically responsible for transporting goods, moving electronic components produced by He's Chip Factory to Chuansheng for assembly, and then exporting them.

He Yuzhu didn't dare to delay for even a moment and set off directly to find Cui Dan.

He first went to the embassy dormitory of Cui Dan's boyfriend but didn't find her, then turned around and ran to that small bungalow in Dongdan—the residence of her fitness coach paramour; the room was pitch black, and he had come up empty-handed.

He Yuzhu stood under a streetlamp, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly, as if something were about to happen.

Just as he was about to leave, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He answered it, and He Mu's anxious voice came from the other end, almost shouting: "Dad! All four of our company's large trucks have lost their brakes on the mountain road, what should we do? My mother said only you have a way."

He Yuzhu's heart sank, knowing that another wave of enemies had already made their move.

He steadied his tone and asked calmly: "Don't panic, give me the phone number of the person involved in the incident; I need to know the exact location of those vehicles."

"I'll give you their captain's number, call him and ask!" After saying this, He Mu quickly recited a string of numbers.

He Yuzhu dialed it immediately.

After it connected, the captain's voice had already changed, as if he had been scared out of his wits, shouting into the receiver: "Who are you? Asking me for the address, how would I know? We're on the mountain road now, it's pitch black everywhere... It's over, I'm done for, no brakes, the accelerator won't respond either, it's over..."

He Yuzhu said in a deep voice: "Calm down, tell me which mountain it is."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, then suddenly a roar cut through the noisy wind: "I remember now! This is Xipan Pass!"

He Yuzhu didn't hesitate at all; he called the system, spent two tons of gold, and used Space-Time Shuttle to arrive directly at Xipan Pass.

He Yuzhu stood above the famous sharp bend at Xipan Pass and looked down; it was a hundred-meter-deep canyon with thick mist churning at the bottom, and although it was autumn, the mountain wind blowing into his collar was bone-chillingly cold.

He looked up at the mountain, and his pupils constricted sharply—

Four beams of headlights carved bright pillars of light into the winding mountain road, plunging downward at an incredible speed.

It was a steep downhill road, and the engine of every truck was roaring like a beast that had broken its tether, charging fiercely toward the cliff.

He Yuzhu saw the trick at a glance: the person who sabotaged the brakes was definitely an old hand. The accelerator must have been jammed; the drivers couldn't control it at all, and they couldn't even kill the engine, so the speed kept skyrocketing.

His heart sank—this stretch of road had sharp bends connected to cliffs; a moment of carelessness would mean the vehicles would be destroyed and the people killed.

Fortunately, the drivers of the four trucks were no ordinary people; the steering wheels seemed to have eyes in their hands, and every time they reached the edge of a bend, they would graze past it, the truck bodies sliding almost against the guardrails, gravel clattering into the deep valley, yet they somehow didn't flip.

He Yuzhu ducked behind a boulder half a person tall by the side of the road, watching the approaching headlights with cold eyes.

The first truck rushed past, the front of the truck almost grazing the boulder he was hiding behind.

With a thought, the entire large truck was taken into his space the very moment it was about to fall off the cliff.

The second truck followed closely, roaring as it arrived.

Lao Qian in the driver's seat watched with his own eyes as the truck in front vanished in an instant at the turn; his pupils dilated suddenly, and a hoarse scream erupted from his throat: "Wang Jianchen! I'll fuck your grandfather! You bastard, you had no good intentions insisting on driving through the night! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"

Before the words had finished, the front of the truck had already plunged into the sharp bend; Lao Qian desperately turned the steering wheel, but the speed was simply too fast, and the truck body was already tilting toward the outer edge of the cliff.