Chapter 89: Cheng Da Jin

Dao Ge and the others still tried to resist, but upon seeing the Security Officer's black, gaping muzzle, they were instantly frightened, their souls fleeing, and obediently gave themselves up.

Officer, we were wrong, spare us this time!

We won't dare again!

We have elders above us and children below; we can't be arrested!

Dao Ge and the others cried and begged for mercy, their voices pitiful, nowhere near the arrogant swagger they once had.

Chen Ying watched with cold eyes, unmoved.

These men, who routinely oppress the people and commit every evil, now in our hands, must not be let go lightly!

Take them away!

She ordered again, her voice firm and unquestionable.

The Security Officers escorted Dao Ge and the others toward the police car.

Mr. Jiangnan, we will rigorously interrogate these people and will certainly give you a satisfactory answer.

Chen Ying turned to face Jiangnan, her tone respectful.

Mm.

Jiangnan nodded, saying nothing more.

To him, these Jumping Clowns were utterly insignificant.

After Dao Ge and the others were taken away, the construction site returned to calm.

Chen Ying assigned more personnel to patrol, ensuring the project proceeded smoothly.

She again approached Jiangnan, her face showing apology.

Mr. Jiangnan, today's incident, I'm truly sorry for frightening you.

No problem.

Jiangnan waved his hand, expression indifferent.

These trivial matters need not be taken to heart.

Chen Ying looked at Jiangnan, feeling even more admiration.

Facing such danger, he could still remain so composed; truly beyond ordinary people.

Mr. Jiangnan, you are truly amazing; not only are your skills outstanding, but you are also so calm and composed—I admire you to the core.

She praised sincerely, her eyes full of reverence.

You're flattering me.

Jiangnan still wore that carefree, as‑if‑nothing‑concerns‑him look.

Chen Ying was about to say something else, but a rapid phone ring cut her off.

She took out her phone, saw the caller ID, and her complexion shifted slightly.

Mr. Jiangnan, I have some business and need to step away for a moment.

She bid Jiangnan farewell, her tone hurried.

Mm.

Jiangnan nodded and saw Chen Ying off.

Chen Ying hurried to a side spot and answered the call.

Hello, Yang Ju, what's the matter?

She lowered her voice, sounding serious.

On the other end, Yang's urgent voice came through.

Little Chen, where are you now?

I'm at the Xingchen Square Construction Site.

Something big happened; hurry back!

Yang's tone was heavy, with a hint of worry.

Yes!

Chen Ying's expression turned serious; she immediately led her subordinates to a vehicle and left the construction site.

In the office,

In the office, the lavish décor exuded a nouveau‑rich vibe.

Genuine‑leather sofas, priceless paintings, and that massive rose‑wood desk all displayed the owner's status.

The Cheng Family's eldest son, Cheng Da Jin, was now restless.

His expression was grim, like a beast about to go berserk.

Clutching the phone, the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

General Manager Wang, this is Cheng Da Jin. My few brothers—could you make an exception?

Cheng Da Jin's tone was obsequious, his face plastered with smiles.

On the other end, General Manager Wang's voice was cold.

Young Master Cheng, I really can't help with this.

As for those people, offending those who shouldn't be offended, I'm also powerless.

General Manager Wang, please think of a solution; the Cheng Family is willing to pay, any amount works!

Cheng Da Jin sounded urgent, his voice trembling slightly.

Young Master Cheng, this isn't a money issue, it's…

General Manager Wang began to speak but stopped, then sighed.

In any case, for this matter, you should find another expert.

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Cheng Da Jin listened to the "beep‑beep‑beep" busy tone in the phone, and he was completely stunned.

He slammed the phone onto the floor, and the expensive phone shattered into pieces instantly.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Cheng Da Jin roared, his voice echoing through the office.

His eyes turned blood‑red, like a raging lion.

In ordinary days, those brother‑like drinking friends are now of no help at all.

The fire of anger in Cheng Da Jin's heart seemed ready to burn everything to ash.

"Young master, calm your temper."

Beside him, a man in a Dao robe with sharp eyebrows and beady eyes spoke soothingly.

The man was named Zhang Banxian, a "high person" Cheng Da Jin had recently befriended.

It was said that he was proficient in Dao techniques, could calculate precisely, and possessed the ability to Call Wind and Rain.

Cheng Da Jin trusted him completely and treated him as an honored guest.

"Calm down? How could I calm down?"

Cheng Da Jin glared at Zhang Banxian with an unfriendly tone.

"Dao Ge and the others were captured; the Xingchen Plaza Project, the Ye Family people will surely seize the chance to suppress us!"

"When that happens, our Cheng Family will be finished!"

Zhang Banxian rolled his eyes and stroked his beard.

"Young master, don't panic; I, a humble monk, have a plan that can resolve this crisis."

"Oh? What scheme?"

Cheng Da Jin's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked.

Zhang Banxian stroked his beard, his eyes darting around.

"Young master, the Xingchen Plaza Project has only two key figures."

"One is Murong Wan, the other is Ye Wan."

Zhang Banxian lowered his voice, a hint of conspiracy in it.

Cheng Da Jin furrowed his brows and nodded.

"I know that already, but both of them are hard to deal with."

Zhang Banxian chuckled, showing a set of yellow teeth.

"Young master, Ye Wan is, after all, a member of the Ye Family; our previous actions have already put them on guard, so we cannot strike lightly."

"But Murong Wan is not a local."

"We can use this chance to give her a proper 'reception'."

Cheng Da Jin's eyes brightened, as if he understood something.

"Sir, you mean…"

Zhang Banxian pulled a small cloth pouch from his chest and opened it carefully.

Inside was a clump of hair and a few blackish pieces that looked like animal bones.

A chilling aura instantly spread out.

Cheng Da Jin couldn't help but shiver, feeling the surrounding temperature drop a few degrees.

"What is this…"

His voice trembled slightly, faintly fearful.

"Hehe, young master, this is a Yin Sha Object I fetched from the Extreme Yin Land."

Zhang Banxian beamed with pride.

"If we place this item beside Murong Wan, within seven days she will be plagued by misfortune and bad luck continuously."

"When that time comes, at worst a serious illness, at best…"

Zhang Banxian made a throat‑slashing gesture, his gaze vicious.

After hearing this, Cheng Da Jin felt both shock and delight.

"Brilliant! Sir truly is a divine being!"

He slapped his thigh excitedly, a ferocious grin spreading across his face.

"Once Murong Wan falls, the Xingchen Plaza Project will be ours to manipulate, won't it?"

Zhang Banxian gave a sinister smile.

"Young master, this is only the first step."

"We still have to proceed in this manner…"

The two huddled together, whispering conspiracies, occasionally letting out dark chuckles.

……

Murong Wan drove Jiangnan back to the villa.

The night was as black as ink, with specks of starlight.

Inside the villa, the lights shone brightly.

Jiangnan sat alone, legs crossed on a mat.

He clasped his hands, breathing in and out.

Spiritual energy around him slowly gathered toward him.

A faint glow circulated around his body.

He closed his eyes and gathered his spirit, entering a Mysterious Realm.

The true Qi within his body moved along a specific pathway.

With each cycle, he felt his body become a little lighter.

The strength seemed to be continuously increasing.

Time, at this moment, seemed to stand still.

Only outside the window, occasional insect chirps drifted in.

After a while, Jiangnan slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of brilliant light streaked by.

He exhaled, feeling refreshed and clear‑headed.