Chapter 325

"How did that demon monk find out? Was he using us to probe, hoping to reap the fisherman's profit?"

Jiali arrived at the room on the other side; this was a walk-in closet. He turned on the light and began changing clothes.

Footsteps sounded from behind; a pair of arms encircled Jiali's neck, a head leaned over, and rubbed vigorously against Jiali's face twice.

"Baby, where are you going so late?"

This was a middle-aged woman, well-maintained, wearing makeup, barely qualifying as a still-attractive older woman.

But her deliberately affected coquettish voice made one's hair stand on end, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"I have something to attend to outside. You go to sleep first." Jiali turned his head, kissed the woman once, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Okay. I want to see Baby when I wake up tomorrow morning." The middle-aged woman said with a smile, "Also, I rarely have a day off tomorrow; you have to accompany me the whole day."

"Okay." Jiali replied with a smile, his expression gentle, his gaze also brimming with affection.

Anyone would believe this pair of lovers, with an age gap that could make them mother and son, truly loved each other and could spend their lives together.

The middle-aged woman turned and left; before leaving she even blew a flying kiss to Jiali, not asking where Jiali was going or what he was doing. As long as he loved her, she loved him too; that was enough.

For love, she could devote everything, even betray the whole world; for Jiali, it was also unreserved trust.

Jiali turned around, continued dressing. The originally gentle, love-filled gaze had already turned a piece of icy cold.

As if the person from just now was fundamentally not him at all.

As the God of Love, his "love" was originally a weapon he could release and retract at will.

Just now it was real love; now it is also real ruthlessness and indifference.

This woman was the financial backer for Jiali and his group, and simultaneously a very formidable businesswoman, holding a certain stake in Jinxiu Commerce.

Several of Jinxiu Commerce's enterprises in Xijing were actually managed by her; Quan Chenghong merely handled a portion of the business.

This woman's existence was also the reason Jiali and his group could obtain that equipment, and make various responses and arrangements targeting the X Incident.

Having changed clothes, driving a black sports car onto the road, Jiali dialed a number.

After three rings it was picked up; a respectful voice came through: "Director Park."

Not the slightest displeasure at being disturbed in the dead of night.

"Hello, Manager Zheng. It's me, George Robert (alias), Director Park's assistant. We met a few days ago; do you still remember?" Jiali said.

This Manager Zheng was named Zheng Jiyou, Quan Chenghong's hanger-on, lackey.

Always following by Quan Chenghong's side, playing a role similar to a secretary.

If one says that among the several enterprises in Xijing, Jiali's backer controlled 80%, and 20% was given to Quan Chenghong to practice on.

Then within that 20%, another 80% was actually single-handedly managed by this Zheng Jiyou. Without this person, Quan Chenghong would probably have made a mess of things long ago.

But this person isn't any talent either; or rather, all his skill points were invested in currying favor and bootlicking Quan Chenghong.

The portion he controlled often ran losses; at best it barely counted as passable.

Like Tang Luo, Jiali didn't know where this dissolute young master Quan Chenghong was sleeping, but Zheng Jiyou definitely knew.

When Quan Chenghong felt the urge for women, Zheng Jiyou would instantly turn into a pimp. If he didn't know, then truly no one knew.

"Oh, oh, it's you." The voice on the other end instantly turned cold and lofty, then suddenly "dropped" down, becoming calm and gentle.

Seemingly realizing the true relationship between Jiali and Director Park.

Everyone is a pathetic simp; might as well not hurt each other.

"Right, Manager Zheng." Jiali said, "Here's the situation. I have a friend at a newspaper who told me a bit about that whatever X matter."

"Hm?" Zheng Jiyou raised his tone slightly.

"The specifics I'm not too clear on either. He said he has an informant who grasped some different intelligence, and said it's related to the Second Young Master. He insisted on seeing the Second Young Master. I was pestered with no way out, so I made this call."

"... Alright, I'll arrange it tomorrow. Contact me again at noon." Zheng Jiyou said.

"Um, if possible, can we meet now? And Manager Zheng, won't you ask the Second Young Master first?"

"It's the middle of the night; everyone's asleep. Ask what?" Zheng Jiyou raised his voice slightly, revealing a few points of impatience.

"But, I seem to have heard a bit of music." Jiali said.

"You—you're really annoying." Zheng Jiyou on the other end seemed to be scratching his head. "Fine, fine, I'll go ask Young Master Quan."

After this sentence was spoken, the music instantly became louder.

Jiali could only hear the music, and faintly mixed in were some sounds of pleasure.

After a good long while, the sound gradually died down. Zheng Jiyou's voice came through: "Come to Wanlong International. Call me when you arrive; I'll come down to get you."

"How could I trouble Manager Zheng to come pick me up." Jiali said.

"It's that I won't come down; you can't get in otherwise." Manager Zheng said, "Honestly. Also, there'd better be some important news, or if Young Master Quan gets angry, I can't do anything about it either. Understand?"

"Many thanks, Manager Zheng." Jiali laughed.

He fished out another phone, dialed another number. Just at the moment the number was being dialed.

A huge explosion sound rang out from the other side of the city.

That direction was precisely the location of the safe house!

At this moment, Jiali also happened to drive onto the bridge. Below the bridge was a wide great river, ceaselessly flowing water pouring into the sea.

"Screech!"

The high-speed car, accompanied by the sound of tires friction against the ground, instantly lost balance, crashed toward the bridge railing, and "leaped" up.

Inside the car, Jiali revealed a trace of a cold smile.

Fisherman's profit? Come try it. What awaits you will be a mutually destructive situation, or a huge "surprise"!

Jiali knew very well that Tang Xuanzang probably only suspected Quan Chenghong, and couldn't be certain.

And absolutely didn't know where exactly Quan Chenghong was.

In a vast city, with oneself being a wanted criminal, suddenly wanting to know exactly where a person is at this very moment — how could that be an easy matter?

As a member of the Gods' Alliance, Jiali knew Tang Xuanzang to some extent.

He was an arrogant, reckless brute who preferred solving problems with fists and muscle far more than with his brain.

People like that worship their own strength; a momentary lapse in judgment leading to that kind of choice — wanting to reap the fisherman's profit, to catch them all in one net, or deluding themselves into thinking they could — is not hard to understand.

And Jia Li was about to tell him what the f*ck a "surprise" really meant!

The car plunged into the great river, which appeared calm on the surface but actually hid turbulent currents.

Jia Li in the driver's seat shrank down, instantly turning into a three- or four-year-old child, and a pair of white feathered wings sprouted from his back.

A golden bow, looking like a toy, appeared in his hand, but there were no arrows.

He matched the popular image of Cupid almost exactly, and Jia Li passed through without obstruction, leaving the sinking car.

The small wings on his back flapped once, and he sped through the riverbed at extreme speed, heading toward Wanlong International.

Regardless of whether the other party had tracked him by some means, this crash, this transformation, would make them lose Jia Li's trail immediately.

Another district of Xijing.

Next to the safe house, a building suffered a violent explosion; flames shot into the sky, shattering even the safe house's window glass.

The so-called safe house was, of course, not an impregnable fortress.

It was a house with a spacious basement, with some preparations made, including weapons, food, and medicine.

The loud explosion triggered piercing alarms from cars parked on the silent late-night streets, and surrounding buildings were bathed a thorough red by the firelight.

Soon the neighboring buildings lit up; many people woke from sleep, opened windows, and looked toward the house burning with flames.

"What the hell!"

Next to the safe house, two people stared wide-eyed, the word "shock" written on their faces.

One man, one woman. The man was powerfully built, hair disheveled, wearing a thin white T-shirt, a cigarette still in hand.

The woman was even taller than the man by a few degrees, but what drew the eye most wasn't her tall figure — it was a head of golden long hair nearly falling to her waist.

Thick, smooth, full of life.

Enough to make hair-loss sufferers want to snatch it and press it onto their own scalps.

From inside the safe house, three people also came out, but one of them moved with a stumbling gait, looking injured.

Not because of the explosion just now, but because of tonight's operation.

"What happened?" Seeing the two Fate Bearers outside, these three also froze for a moment.

"Jia Li called us over, said he found..." The man hadn't finished speaking when a figure descended from the sky.

Landing on the street, flickering bright and dark under the firelight.

Tang Luo looked at the people outside the safe house, revealing a faint smile: "Found you, little mice..."

The man spun sharply, looked at Tang Luo, eyes narrowing, recognized him: "It's you, let me think, your name is Tang Xuanzang, right?"

"No, there's another one..."

The golden-haired woman beside him said.

Ao Yulie appeared beside Tang Luo almost soundlessly, lagging half a step behind.

"It's that fish that slipped through the net." The three Shenmo Walkers raised the guns in their hands.

When they came out they naturally hadn't forgotten to grab weapons, and they recognized Ao Yulie too — the one who had "escaped" from their hands.

"What the hell?"

"Filming a movie?"

"Motherf*cker, setting off explosions to film a movie in the middle of the night, are you sick!"

The onlookers at the surrounding windows discussed animatedly, some even cursing loudly.

"This explosion is real, feels like it'll spread to other places, has anyone called the police..."

These people's words naturally stirred no waves in the Shenmo Walkers' hearts.

"Fish that slipped through the net?" Ao Yulie shook his head, "I just didn't watch the time, found out I was late, afraid of making Master angry so I left, okay?"

"Hope your body is as hard as your mouth!"

The three Shenmo Walkers pulled triggers, gunshots echoing, drowning out the crackling sounds from the burning flames.

Bullets poured toward Ao Yulie.

At the same time, the man lowered his body and lunged at Tang Luo, roaring: "When you go to hell, remember the name of the man who killed you, your grandpa I am called—"

The roar cut off abruptly, stopping just like the man's ferocious beast-like assault.

Tang Luo reached out and clenched his hand vaguely; the man was suspended and imprisoned in midair, without even a sliver of room to struggle.

"Crack."

Fingers twitched slightly, a crisp sound, and the man's head tilted at a strange angle.

Tang Luo casually tossed him aside, looked at the remaining people: "Hmm... seems one is missing, went to find the Book of Life and Death?"