Chapter 172: Chen Ying Helps

You... what do you want to do?

The scar-faced man's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear.

I'll give you one more chance—tell me the truth behind the Ye Family Massacre Case.

Jiangnan's voice was ice-cold, his gaze like a blade, as if he wanted to pierce the scar-faced man's heart.

I... I don't know...

The scar-faced man's eyes darted, not daring to meet Jiangnan's gaze.

Looks like you won't shed tears until you see the coffin.

A flash of cold light passed through Jiangnan's eyes as he tightened his grip slightly.

Crack!

With a crisp snap, the scar-faced man's other wrist was also broken.

Ah!

The scar-faced man let out a pig-slaughtering scream, pain wracking his body.

I'll talk, I'll talk!

He finally couldn't bear it and shouted loudly.

It... it was the gang leader Zhao Wuji; he ordered us to do it!

Zhao Wuji?

Jiangnan frowned slightly; this name was not something he'd heard for the first time.

Why exterminate the entire Ye family?

Jiangnan continued asking, his voice low and oppressive.

Because... because...

The scar-faced man's forehead beaded with cold sweat, his face contorted.

He suddenly exerted force, trying to break free from Jiangnan's grip.

His muscles tensed, veins bulged, yet his wrist didn't budge an inch.

Is that all the strength you have?

Jiangnan's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes full of contempt, as if looking at an ant.

You! the scar-faced man snarled, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Overestimating yourself.

Jiangnan snorted coldly, tightening his grip slightly.

Crack! The sound of breaking bones was especially sharp in the silence.

The scar-faced man screamed miserably, his voice piercing and echoing throughout the room.

His body shook violently, the pain nearly making him faint.

Now, can you speak properly?

Jiangnan's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

The scar-faced man twitched all over from pain, unable to resist any further.

Unless... unless you kill me...

Good, this is what you asked for.

Jiangnan's expression remained calm as he pulled out his phone from his pocket, his long fingers sliding across the screen to find a number.

Hey, is this Chen Ying?

Mr. Jiang?

On the other end of the line, Chen Ying's voice held a hint of surprise.

It's me; I'm in the Old City District and I've run into some trouble.

Are you injured?

Chen Ying's tone instantly turned tense.

I'm fine; there's a Black Tiger Gang member who needs you to handle him.

Black Tiger Gang? Chen Ying's voice tightened,

Wait for me, I'll be there right away!

After hanging up, Jiangnan slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked at the scar-faced man.

You'd better pray that what you said is the truth.

A flicker of fear crossed the scar-faced man's eyes as his body trembled slightly.

Time ticked by second by second,

Finally, hurried footsteps approached from afar, breaking the silence.

Chen Ying appeared at the doorway with several security officers.

She wore her uniform, looking sharp and capable, her gaze keen.

Seeing Jiangnan unharmed, Chen Ying breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward, asking with concern.

Mr. Jiang, are you alright?

I'm fine.

Jiangnan shook his head and pointed at the scar-faced man on the ground.

This guy, a Black Tiger Gang member, is yours to handle.

Chen Ying nodded, signaling her subordinates to take the scar-faced man away, then said to Jiangnan:

Mr. Jiang, come with me for a moment.

The two walked to a secluded corner,

"The Black Tiger Gang has been unsettled lately."

Chen Ying's brows twitched slightly, her expression solemn.

"What's wrong?"

Jiangnan asked, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Someone might be backing them from behind."

"So, during this period, you'd better be careful."

"Someone backing them?"

Jiangnan repeated, deep in thought.

"Hmm, the specifics are still under investigation."

"In any case, take extra care yourself."

"Understood."

Jiangnan replied, though a ripple stirred within him.

Black Tiger Gang, Zhao Wuji, Ye Family Massacre Case…

These clues all seem to point to a larger conspiracy.

Chen Ying's gaze swept the surroundings, landing on several Security Officers a short distance away.

"You all, clear this place out."

Her voice was crisp, bearing unquestionable authority.

The Security Officers responded immediately and began securing the scene.

"Mr. Jiang, let's go; this place isn't safe."

Chen Ying turned and spoke softly to Jiangnan.

Jiangnan gave a slight nod, followed Chen Ying out of the room.

The two arrived at another secluded corner, and Chen Ying halted.

"Mr. Jiang, Jinghai City has been unsettled lately."

Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression solemn.

"The Black Tiger Gang is active frequently, seemingly plotting something."

"Take extra care; contact me anytime if anything arises."

Chen Ying's tone was caring, a trace of worry in her eyes.

"Alright, I understand; you also should stay safe."

Jiangnan replied, his voice calm yet tinged with warmth.

"Hmm, I still have work, I'll be off now."

Chen Ying nodded, turned and left, her steps hurried.

Jiangnan watched Chen Ying depart, his gaze deep and contemplative.

"Black Tiger Gang, Zhao Wuji…"

He muttered to himself, his brows tightly knit.

"It seems Jinghai City is about to change."

Suddenly, a soft voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Jiang, you'd better stop investigating further."

Jiangnan turned and saw Xu Jiaojiao standing behind him.

Her complexion was pale, a hint of pleading in her eyes.

"Why?" Jiangnan frowned slightly, asking in confusion.

"The Black Tiger Gang is just a small shrimp; Zhao Wuji is the big fish."

Xu Jiaojiao's voice trembled, tinged with fear.

"You can't beat him; the forces behind him are too terrifying."

"Terrifying?" Jiangnan's mouth curved into a slight smile.

"I'd actually like to see how terrifying he is."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, his tone resolute.

"But…" Xu Jiaojiao still wanted to persuade, but Jiangnan cut her off.

"Do you know something?"

Jiangnan's gaze burned like a torch, fixed on Xu Jiaojiao.

"Tell me, regarding Zhao Wuji, how much do you know?"

Xu Jiaojiao's body trembled, her eyes flickered, hesitant.

"I…"

"Speak!"

Jiangnan's voice was low, carrying a hint of pressure.

"I really can't say; please, don't force me."

Xu Jiaojiao's tears welled up, her voice choked.

"My husband was investigating him, which is why…"

She covered her mouth, sobbing incoherently, her body trembling slightly.

Jiangnan fell silent for a moment, seeming to contemplate something.

"Your husband was also killed by Zhao Wuji?"

His voice was low, with a hint of anger.

Xu Jiaojiao gently nodded, tears sliding down her cheek.

"He... he holds many people's secrets."

Her voice trembled, with a trace of fear.

"Those people are all prominent figures in Jinghai City."

"They... they all dare not offend Zhao Wuji."

"So... so..."

Xu Jiaojiao sobbed without sound, unable to continue speaking.

Jiangnan's eyes flashed with a cold glint, his heart burning with anger.

"What a Zhao Wuji, truly a hand that covers the sky!"

His voice was icy, with a hint of murderous intent.

"Rest assured, I will get to the bottom of it."

"Not only for the Ye family, but also to avenge your husband!"

Jiangnan's tone was firm, his gaze filled with determination.

"But..." Xu Jiaojiao still wanted to say something.

"No 'but'!" Jiangnan cut her off.

"All you need to do is tell me everything you know."