People at their level have practically forgotten what blunt, vulgar language even means. Even if they want to do something, they remain outwardly calm and collected, saying little but acting decisively, and doing so with remarkable secrecy.
But when he suddenly encountered Xu Zhengyang, a young and impetuous man, who delivered such a blunt remark, the high-ranking old man was caught off guard and at a loss for words.
madness?
Wan Yun shook his head with a cold laugh, a sudden wave of contempt rising in his heart for Xu Zhengyang. Such a lack of refinement could never amount to anything, and he was unworthy to be Wan Yun's opponent.
Young people are still young. Wan Yun wasn't too worried about what Xu Zhengyang might do after returning to China. The matter was essentially over now, and the Li family certainly wouldn't allow their son-in-law to do anything crazy. Besides, what could he do? Carry a knife or a pistol, or strap explosives to his body to kill people? Ha!
But……
Wan Yun felt very uneasy, as if an invisible, sharp blade was hanging above his head, ready to strike him down at any moment and split his wise head in two.
...
Vancouver Hospital.
Xu Zhengyang sat by Ding Changri's hospital bed, fiddling with his phone, his expression strangely calm.
The night before arriving in Vancouver, he arranged for Su Peng and Li Haidong to conduct a follow-up investigation on the list of people provided by Li Ruiyu. They did indeed discover that one of the high-ranking officials was connected to the Far East Group's major smuggling case. However, he did not inform Ding Changri to flee. In fact, when he wanted to tell Ding Changri to run away, Ding Changri's phone was already switched off and he had already arrived at the airport.
Later, when Xu Zhengyang arrived in Vancouver, he encountered overt and covert attention and surveillance from various forces; at that time, Li Haidong was still investigating relevant personnel in China.
When Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri were attacked by a bomb, Li Haidong's side also found out who had connections with foreign countries and who was directing foreign forces to carry out this attack.
Following the hospital assassination, the domestic task force uncovered high-ranking officials in Beijing implicated in a major Far East smuggling case, and related personnel were also investigated. It is certain that they will soon discover that the assassinations of Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri in Vancouver were orchestrated by these powerful figures in Beijing.
Everything seemed to have come to light.
But what Li Haidong discovered was not like that. Behind all this seemingly clear-cut truth, there was a person who stood by and watched, yet secretly manipulated the events—Wan Yun.
Wan Yun wasn't worried that Ding Changri's return would implicate relevant officials, nor was he concerned about being implicated. He was financially clean; the smuggling case had nothing to do with him. However, he was determined to have Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri die in Wacowen. Only with their deaths could Li Ruiyu's stain be cleared. And Xu Zhengyang, Li's son-in-law, would naturally have his relationship with Ding Changri even more ambiguous due to their deaths.
The Li family was completely put on the defensive. With such a stain on their record, it's easy to imagine what their future development and circumstances would be like.
Xu Zhengyang was furious about this: these high-ranking officials, most people couldn't achieve such positions even in several lifetimes, truly bringing honor to their ancestors. Why are you still fighting amongst yourselves? Is it meaningful? Fine. You fight, fight, you really don't care about other people's lives. For your power struggles, how many innocent people have died, how many good people have been wronged, how many bad people have gone free, is it all insignificant?
What exactly is it all for?
Those who are not in a position should not concern themselves with its affairs, so it's naturally incomprehensible why they are so dissatisfied. Wouldn't it be better to live in peace? Instead of wasting so much time scheming and plotting, they should think more about how to do their job well and contribute more to the country and the people. Isn't that better than anything else?
"Zhengyang, before I went abroad, I had some things on my computer that will definitely be useful to you," Ding Changri said with a strained smile as he lay on the bed.
Xu Zhengyang had just briefly explained some related matters to him.
Now, Ding Changri finally understood that he had been too clever for his own good, only to be used in the end. Thinking back to how he harbored resentment towards Xu Zhengyang and the Li family before his escape, and how he deliberately left behind information that was detrimental to them, Ding Changri felt increasingly like he had been manipulated.
Xu Zhengyang snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Those things you relied on to save your life? They're not very useful anymore."
Ding Changri felt as if his heart was being stabbed. Yes, without the evidence he had preserved, those executives were still arrested, weren't they? For someone like him who had climbed from the bottom to the top, his strong confidence and pride had been shattered by reality. The blow to his heart was simply unacceptable, bringing him to the brink of collapse.
"Well, it's not entirely worthless; it still has some use," Xu Zhengyang said calmly.
"Sigh..." Ding Changri sighed deeply, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Xu Zhengyang suddenly stood up and walked out without saying a word.
In his mind, Wang Yonggan was reporting to him:
Chu Shousheng has been found. And that Lylener has also returned to Huagowen.
Volume 5, Spirit Official, Chapter 287: The Disappearance of Xu Zhengyang
A series of unexpected situations have left the Vancouver police in Canada increasingly overwhelmed, to the point that they no longer consider extradition treaties, differences in legal systems, or human rights issues.
We need to get rid of these two ancestors as soon as possible, lest something else happens to them here.
The immigration bureau and government departments gave it the green light, and the embassy staff handled all the procedures with ease, encountering no obstacles whatsoever. In fact, under the current circumstances, there's no need for the embassy to intervene. Whether Xu Zhengyang goes there himself or not, they would still have to obediently send back all his passports and other documents. They might even have to arrange for a special doctor to escort Xu Zhengyang and his party back to China.
Before these people left, security measures became increasingly stringent, so please, please don't say anything more.
There's an old saying, "What you fear most is what happens..."
It's 9:30 p.m.
Xu Zhengyang walked out of the ward alone, and the two police officers in the corridor immediately noticed him. However, they did not stop him, because the young man had a bad temper and had not given them a friendly look.
Only when Xu Zhengyang walked to the elevator and pressed the button did a manager hurriedly approach him, wanting to ask where he was going. At the very least, if you're going somewhere, we also have a responsibility to ensure your safety while traveling, right?
Xu Zhengyang remained calm but did not answer the person in charge's question.
When the elevator doors opened, the policeman nodded slightly, saying nothing. Xu Zhengyang calmly stepped into the elevator, while the policeman stood there motionless.
The elevator reached the first floor, opened, and Xu Zhengyang stepped out and walked towards the outside.
Two plainclothes men and three police officers surrounded him, tilting their heads to report to their superiors via miniature communicators. However, when they reached Xu Zhengyang, they all stopped in astonishment, watching as Xu Zhengyang walked past them and stepped out through the glass door.
Outside the hospital building, several police cars were parked at intervals, and several police officers patrolled back and forth under the lights.
They all noticed the yellow-skinned youth emerge from the building, their eyes filled with suspicion and wariness as they looked at him. However, they didn't recognize Xu Zhengyang, and naturally, they were unaware that this was the very person they were tasked with protecting.
These past few days, quite a few people with yellow skin have been coming to the hospital every day, so it's not exactly a rare occurrence.
Xu Zhengyang walked to the roadside, waved and hailed a taxi. The taxi quickly drove away and disappeared into the flow of traffic.
Two minutes later, the hospital was in an uproar, and the police station was also in an uproar: Xu Zhengyang had disappeared!
This is a huge deal! How could someone just disappear under layers of guard?
Two police cars sped to the hospital entrance, and the police chief and several officials hurriedly entered the hospital.
Inside the monitoring room, several officers were furious as they watched the footage on the security camera. From the moment Xu Zhengyang left the ward until he left the hospital, every officer seemed to have noticed him and showed signs of trying to stop him or question him. However, each time they were about to act, they would suddenly and strangely stop, as if someone had a gun pointed at their foreheads.
The two police officers on duty in the monitoring room innocently explained that they did not notice Xu Zhengyang leaving at all.
The truth is, for those few minutes, their consciousness was controlled by something strange.
There's no time to investigate who's responsible now; finding Xu Zhengyang is the top priority. The Vancouver Police Department immediately mobilized a large number of officers to conduct thorough checks at various intersections and activated all surveillance footage in the city, tracing Xu Zhengyang's route by the taxi he took.
Xu Zhengyang has suddenly disappeared. The embassy will definitely ask them for him. What if something happens to him?
Putting that aside, the police and high-ranking government officials are well aware of one fact: Xu Zhengyang is simply a devil. He possesses extraordinary abilities, and if he went out this time with some clues to seek revenge, what unimaginable news events would unfold?
Vancouver has been anything but peaceful these past few days: street shootings and bombings, a violent clash that killed four people, gang infighting, dismemberment and mutilation... each incident is bloody and horrific, and the public has developed a great deal of resentment towards the police and the government.
Millennium Nightclub, 56 Hestin Street, Chinatown, Downtown.
Neon lights flashed, colorful lights hung high, and the spacious parking lot outside the nightclub was filled with all kinds of luxury cars. People came and went in a constant stream through the large glass revolving doors.
Xu Zhengyang, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, looked slightly embarrassed when he got out of the taxi.
When he came out, he was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn't bring any money with him. So he shamelessly ordered Su Peng to restrain the driver, saying that the driver was having a hard time and they should wait.
The poor Black driver instinctively pulled over to the side of the road.
Xu Zhengyang then stepped into the nightclub.
A moment later, a portly, greasy-faced tycoon emerged from the nightclub, followed by a scantily clad, blonde, busty woman. She yelled, "What are you doing here? Why didn't you even say hello?" The tycoon walked straight to the taxi, pulled out a few bills, threw them inside, and waved for him to leave.
The Black driver, still reeling from the shock and wondering what had just happened, realized that the damned yellow-skinned kid hadn't paid yet… But when a few bills were tossed into the car and the slick-faced tycoon waved him away, a bright smile immediately spread across the Black driver's face. Thank God, these rich people certainly wouldn't owe him a fare…
The big boss stood by the roadside, looking bewildered and lost in thought, quite puzzled.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the blonde, busty girl asked with great curiosity.
"What did I do?" the big boss asked.
...
Wang Yonggan bowed and followed Xu Zhengyang, whispering, "Sir, the fare has been paid."
"Hmm." Xu Zhengyang nodded slightly.
Pushing open the door to a luxurious private room, Xu Zhengyang stepped inside. The room was dimly lit and filled with an atmosphere of debauchery. On a long table in front of the sofa were fruit platters, snacks, and some beer and soft drinks. Three extremely scantily clad women were sitting around a middle-aged man on the sofa, laughing and joking, rubbing against each other intimately.
The man was clearly quite drunk, his hands roaming freely over the woman's thighs, breasts, and buttocks, occasionally slipping inside her clothes.
The middle-aged man, named Chu Shousheng, paid Dr. Huo Si to poison Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri's men.
No one would have guessed that Chu Shousheng, the suspect the police are currently searching for, hadn't left Vancouver at all, but was hiding in Chinatown. Of course, Chu Shousheng is unaware that the police are tracking him, because all information about Xu Zhengyang and his associates is under strict secrecy. Dr. Hoss has already contacted him, saying he's now in Toronto and will wire him the money once everything is arranged.
Chu Shousheng was a clever and cautious man. After giving Huo Si the money, regardless of whether Huo Si succeeded or not, Chu Shousheng temporarily left his workplace just in case.
Popular songs were playing continuously from the speakers.
The men, lost in their debauchery, didn't notice anyone entering the private room until Xu Zhengyang stood before them. Only then did they snap out of their daze and stop what they were doing, looking at Xu Zhengyang in surprise.
"Who are you?" Chu Shousheng asked, his face showing displeasure.
Xu Zhengyang glanced at the three scantily clad and heavily made-up women with some disgust, waved his hand, and Chu Shousheng, after a moment of surprise, pushed the three women aside and waved for them to leave first.
The three women looked surprised, but being experienced in such places, they naturally didn't ask any questions. They got up, giggled, and blew kisses as they left the private room.
Chu Shousheng got up, followed him, locked the door, and then walked back to the sofa with a blank expression and sat down.
The rousing melody from the stereo started playing, which Xu Zhengyang found very noisy, but he didn't bother to turn it off. Firstly, the noise was useful to him; secondly, he didn't have time to figure out how to turn it off, even though it seemed like a simple thing.
Xu Zhengyang walked over and sat down directly on the long table, facing Chu Shousheng.
Chu Shousheng snapped out of his daze and saw the young man sitting opposite him. Seeing that there was no one else in the room, he was startled and a sense of fear washed over him. He hurriedly tried to scream.
But before he could utter a sound, or perhaps he just wanted to ask who this young man was?
The young man picked up a wine bottle, drew an arc, and smashed it on Chu Shousheng's forehead with a bang. The bottle shattered, and Chu Shousheng's face was covered in blood. He couldn't help but scream, but Xu Zhengyang slapped him across the face, silencing the half-scream he had just uttered.
Chu Shousheng was not good at fighting, and he had never experienced such a scene before. So he didn't even have the courage to resist and looked at Xu Zhengyang with fear.
"I am Xu Zhengyang."
"you……"
Xu Zhengyang picked up another bottle, and Chu Shousheng instinctively raised his hand and turned his head to try to block and dodge, but the bottle came too fast and smashed into his head again with a bang.
"No, no, let's talk this out..."
With his face covered in blood, Chu Shousheng knew he absolutely couldn't shout at this moment, or he might be killed on the spot.
Xu Zhengyang picked up a tissue from the table, wiped his hands, took out a cigarette, and lit it. He took a slow puff, squinted, and asked, "Call the person in China who contacts you and tell them I know everything. Oh, and later when you get to the police station, the Vancouver police and people from our embassy will question you. Just tell them the truth."
“Friend, I, I didn’t know you were…” Chu Shousheng stammered.
Before he could finish speaking, another bottle smashed on his head and shattered before he could react.
Chu Shousheng tried to cry out in pain, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the neck of a wine bottle was shoved into it, and he could only whimper and not make a sound.
Xu Zhengyang raised his head slightly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and pushed the bottom of the bottle with his right hand, saying, "Don't yell, bear the pain, or I'll shove the bottle down your throat."
"Waaah," Chu Shousheng nodded painfully, his face flushed.