Chapter 371: Ceng Yunzhong's Lament! Superhuman Physical Qualities!

"What?"

Ceng Yunzhong shouted, "How many things are you still hiding from me?"

It's hard to imagine; he only took on a Task to launch a gambling business.

In just two short days, so many events unfolded behind the scenes.

I thought Su Yang, having just risen a few days ago, would simply get familiar with the Gang's internal affairs.

Who would have thought he'd immediately cause a big mess.

Even the mere smuggling of weapons already left Ceng Yunzhong extremely shocked.

He's lived over forty years and has never seen such a bold youngster.

From the Hall entrance to the hospital, he was completely bewildered.

Even during interrogation by the Search Army, his mind was a mush.

Su Yang appeared silent on the surface, but secretly plotted the prototype of his own commercial empire.

How could that not astonish him?

"Just killing a person, it's not a big deal," Feng Jingchu glanced at him.

"Why run to West City just to kill someone?" Ceng Yunzhong's eyes widened.

"I heard it's a collaboration with the Floating Life Business Association; anyway it's about money, so stay out of it," Feng Jingchu said lazily.

Hearing the word "money," Ceng Yunzhong's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized, "I get it, the money for buying weapons comes from the Floating Life Business Association, right?"

"We can discuss that privately; don't go spreading it around," Feng Jingchu gave a warning glance.

"Of course I know; what do you take me for?"

Lin Yang pondered for a while, then said, "... The assassination plan proceeds as usual; it was agreed under the Gang's name, so it can't be shelved."

"But we know nothing about the Gang leader's plan; are we supposed to devise it on the spot?" Feng Jingchu furrowed her brows.

"Let me think." Lin Yang scratched his head, and an inexplicable pressure and irritation surged within him.

With Su Yang absent, suddenly having to oversee the whole situation felt somewhat unfamiliar.

Usually, he only thought Su Yang was masterfully strategic, as if no problem ever caught his eye.

So he presumptively believed that being a Gang leader wasn't hard at all.

But actually experiencing it revealed the difficulty was greater than he imagined.

Back then, doing math worksheets never gave him such a headache.

Lin Yang couldn't help thinking, Su Yang doesn't have an extra brain compared to him; how does that thing work so well?

How to sell the weapons once acquired, how to eliminate Jiang Hen Zhi at the ball two days later, how to deal with the Search Army trouble...

And in ten days they'll receive Li Yang's quotation.

Plus the intangible pressure from the other players who are fighting hard.

All these matters piled up, and Lin Yang felt his head was about to explode.

"How about we consult with us?" Ceng Yunzhong suggested.

"You?" Feng Jingchu looked at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong with me? I'm at least the Golden Hall Hall Master," Ceng Yunzhong said irritably.

"And in the future, if you have matters, could you consult a few of us?" he added, his face full of lingering resentment.

"Otherwise I even doubt whether I'm a member of the Six Directions Society."

Listening to his full‑of‑resentment words, everyone secretly laughed.

No one expected that the once imposing Hall Master would complain like a resentful inner‑chamber lady.

Even a man in his forties fears "cold violence."

"I support Zeng Tang Zhu's proposal; we should also take part in discussing all matters, big or small," Zi Huai raised both hands in agreement.

"Me too." Lei Cheng nodded gravely.

Originally Su Yang became this Gang leader only out of necessity; Ceng Yunzhong and Zi Huai hadn't taken him seriously.

Now, after witnessing Su Yang's series of jaw‑dropping maneuvers, Ceng Yunzhong is convinced.

Even Su Kang, no matter how bold, acts less than one‑tenth as crazy as Su Yang.

"Things aren't as simple as you think; the fewer people know about certain matters, the better," Feng Jingchu said cryptically.

"Feng Niangzi, cut the act; when Su Kang was still around you never stopped complaining. Weren't you the one who was more proactive during the vote? So why now add insult to injury?" Ceng Yunzhong said, dissatisfied.

Feng Jingchu twirled her hair and giggled, "That's all the Gang leader's intention; you coming at me won't work."

"Besides, he is willing to give me a second chance; can you control that?"

"You…" Ceng Yunzhong looked at her with a petty triumphant expression, his anger boiling over.

"Choice outweighs effort; you said that to me back then, right?" Feng Jingchu teased.

Ceng Yunzhong snorted coldly and said no more.

Feng Jingchu looked at his ever‑changing expression and felt immensely pleased.

Back then, the other side often relied on Su Kang's "favor" to mock her endlessly.

Now the fortunes have turned, and she couldn't be happier.

Moreover, given Ceng Yunzhong's money‑obsessed nature, seeing her smuggling profits overflow would make his Lung explode, wouldn't it?

Thinking of that, Feng Jingchu felt extremely delighted and let out a harsh, bitter sigh.

"Alright, enough idle talk; let's go see the Gang leader first," Zhao Xian said, trying to halt the conversation.

Ceng Yunzhong glared at her fiercely.

Feng Jingchu, unwilling to yield, retorted.

The group arrived at the infirmary wing and asked for Su Yang's ward.

At that moment, Lin Yang hurriedly walked to the hallway Corner and collided with a person.

Ouch!

Soft as jade in his chest, he instinctively helped the other up.

"Sorry, are you okay?" Lin Yang said concernedly.

"Next time be more careful; the hospital is crowded, and the ward has many elderly with limited leg and foot mobility," the woman said, rubbing her waist.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll definitely be careful next time," Lin Yang nodded hurriedly.

But when their gazes met, both were startled: "Is that you?"

"Lin Yang brother, why are you here?" Xiao Mo realized, her face showing unabashed delight.

"Su Yang was injured and hospitalized; I came to see," Lin Yang explained.

"What happened to him? Is it serious?" Xiao Mo asked concernedly.

"Just a minor injury, No Injury," Lin Yang recalled the room number he had just inquired about and said, "Where is Room 406? Lead us there."

"Follow me," Xiao Mo led the way, turning left and right until they reached the destination.

Standing before the room, looking through the glass at the silhouette filled with tubes inside, everyone's pupils froze.

Xiao Mo glanced at the medical record: "Lung puncture, massive blood loss…"

Her face turned pale, "Su Yang brother suffered such severe injuries? You told me it was a small injury."

Now Su Yang can only breathe with the aid of a ventilator.

"May I go in and take a look?" Lin Yang asked.

"It should be possible, but only one person can enter at a time," Xiao Mo nodded.

Logically, a freshly operated patient should rest.

But with Xiao Mo present, she quietly opened a back door for Lin Yang.

Lin Yang cautiously pushed open the door, stood beside the bed, gazing at the death‑pale face, his expression complex.

The silhouette that was lively at noon now cannot even breathe autonomously.

"You said you, why push so hard in a game?" Lin Yang tugged the Bedding and sighed.

But at that moment, a huge hand suddenly seized Lin Yang's wrist.

"Hmm?"

Looking up, he saw Su Yang suddenly fling open his eyes.

"You're awake?" Lin Yang was astonished.

To have such severe injuries and yet wake so quickly.

Is he Superhuman?

But on second thought, his bodily functions have been reinforced, so it calms down.

"We'll start distributing goods tomorrow; there's no time to lose!" Su Yang's hoarse voice said.

"Don't worry, everything's ready," Lin Yang lightly patted his back of the hand.

"And also…"

"The assassination of Jiang Hen Zhi proceeds as planned; I'll handle it!"