Chapter 241 Died in Japan

showing no signs of nervousness at all.Shangguan Shishi wore a light purple long dress today, with one shoulder strap from her right shoulder down to the front left side, exposing her protruding coll...Chapter 241 - Died in Japan

"The twenty-seventh floor is my home." After getting off the car, He Yan pointed upstairs and said: "My wife likes to enjoy the view, so I bought the topmost unit."

"But I think with your current status, moving into Zhongnanhai shouldn't be a problem for you," Wang Zheng said. "A future minister-level official living in such a small apartment; what would others think"

“Do I still care about what others think” He Yan smiled helplessly: “I meet those bureau chiefs every day and can barely manage to greet them all. At night, my wife has to spend her time with other so-called wives playing mahjong, but without real money involved.”

“I heard that these leaders’ wives often play for big stakes; losing tens of thousands in a single evening is quite normal,” Wang Zheng said disdainfully.

"There are some who even gamble with huge sums, which would cause public outrage if known. Let's not talk about this anymore," He Yan replied: "My wife and I don't want to live there; we’d rather move out for a quieter life."

As they spoke, the two entered the elevator.

"I was afraid it wouldn’t be spacious enough so I bought both floors at the very top. It’s more comfortable," He Yan said: "Since my wife is currently in an inconvenient state, I brought four people from my family home to take care of her."

“Doesn’t your high-ranking official spouse have bodyguards protecting them”

"No, and my wife doesn't like it either. Who would recognize me here in the capital anyway Even within State Security not everyone knows me, let alone others. It’s also uncomfortable to be followed around all day; neither I nor my wife enjoy that. Right now, all I want is a simple life."

Every time he talked about his woman, He Yan's eyes would glow with warmth—it seemed the simple woman had truly captured his heart, and the scion of an illustrious family finally found someone special.

Everyone wants peace and quiet. Those successful single men in society cannot be sure they won't feel lonely when it gets late at night; achieving so much success yet having no one to share it with is truly a tragedy.

He Yan had recognized this too, which was why he wanted his dear friend to find a suitable home as soon as possible.

But currently, finding a suitable home for his friend wasn't difficult. The problem was—there seemed to be too many potential homes.

Seeing the emotions in He Yan's eyes, Wang Zheng smiled: "I really want to meet your wife now; she’s truly great to have brought you back from being a rogue."

"We're here."

The elevator dinged and they had reached the twenty-seventh floor.

“My wife must be genuinely upset with me. I need to properly apologize when we get in,” He Yan said with a smile.

“Ah, it’s probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see your esteemed son apologizing to someone,” Wang Zheng joked cruelly: “You ignored her for work alone; this is what you get. I'll enjoy tonight's drama.”

"Ungrateful bastard," He Yan shook his head and smiled.

However, when He Yan inserted the key to open the door, he was stunned by the scene before him.

Wang Zheng's eyes also widened in disbelief. His hand immediately moved to his waist and rested on the handle of his pistol!

Four people were lying on the living room floor, one man and three women, all around fifty years old! Their eyes were wide open, their heads hanging to the side, clearly having stopped breathing long ago! They looked as if they had died with their eyes still open, obviously their necks had been twisted.

The moment the room was opened, there were four dead bodies inside. A shocking and terrifying scene!

Fortunately, He Yan and Wang Zheng were accustomed to dealing with large-scale situations and had strong composure; otherwise, anyone else would likely faint at this sight!

"Shang Chen! Shang Chen!" The moment He Yan saw the situation, he rushed into the room shouting with concern.

Wang Zheng couldn't stop He Yan either. Holding his gun and squinting carefully, he cautiously entered the room.

"Shang Chen! Where are you Shang Chen!" He Yan seemed to be going crazy, turning every room upside down in a frantic search for his wife's figure!

After searching through once, they realized that besides the four people lying on the ground, there were no other living individuals left in the house.

"Shang Chen! Shang Chen! Where are you"

He Yan shouted furiously but received no response.

Helpless, He Yan sat down on the sofa and looked at his wedding picture hanging on the wall. He took out his phone to make a call.

"Xiao Li, quickly bring people over! Something has happened at my place! My wife is missing!" He Yan shouted.

"Immediately search all routes entering or leaving the capital—airports, railways, highways—all checkpoints must be set up! We have to find your wife!" He Yan was nearly out of control!

"Rest assured, boss. We will do it," said Xiao Li before hanging up.

The special agents from State Security and the police in the capital would soon be thrown into chaos due to the disappearance of He Yan's wife.

Looking at the woman in the photo smiling peacefully, Wang Zheng remained silent.

This woman had given warmth to He Yan’s family and a peaceful sanctuary to him. Yet she left using such a cruel method.

Wang Zheng could imagine the grief He Yan must be feeling.

"Your sister-in-law will be fine," Wang Zheng consoled him, "Since they only killed these four old servants and took your sister-in-law away, it shows that she is valuable to them. Rest assured, they will contact us.

"These beasts, if I catch them, they won't die a peaceful death." He Yan gripped the sofa tightly, his fingers digging into the leather.

Wang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he muttered fiercely: "They definitely can't survive."

...

At the same time, in a farm on the outskirts of Beijing, a man wearing a black jacket was leisurely feeding rabbits in a pen. The jacket had several spots of dirt from when he carelessly pulled up some grass just now.

"Rabbits like to eat at night; they grow fastest this way," said the man with a gentle smile as he looked at the rabbits.

"I'm actually the same. I also enjoy eating things that are already prepared." The man smiled and added, "It’s just going along with the flow."

Behind him, an elderly figure completely covered in black clothing spoke in a raspy voice: “Master is wise.”

"Wise my ass," said the man as he turned around and looked up at the sky, sighing. "If I were truly wise, I wouldn’t have to wait this long."

“That’s precisely where Master's wisdom lies,” rasped the old voice like sandpaper scraping against metal, chilling anyone who heard it: “Hiding one’s light and waiting for the right moment, watching pieces on a chessboard fight each other from outside the game can also be enjoyable.”

“You have to keep your cool,” said the man as he reached into the cage and grabbed a rabbit. He stared at its round belly and said: “Sometimes, just looking isn’t enough; it really can get rather lonely.”

"Enduring loneliness brings about prosperity," remarked the old man.

“Say something so cheesy again and I’ll throw you out,” retorted the man with a mocking laugh: "You're an old man, why learn to speak like some sniveling little girl.”

The elder said: “I’m stating facts.”

"Alright, I accept this compliment," said the man as he glanced at the darkening sky and sighed wistfully. "Beijing is about to get interesting."

“All of this is under Master’s direction,” said the old man with a sneering expression in his eyes: “Those pieces are caught up in the chess game without realizing it, truly pitiful.”

"Pieces also have the ability to break free," said the man. "Since Su Fuhua personally wants to kill Wang Zheng, I will give him that chance. This old man isn’t simple either; this borrowed knife tactic is played very well, without a trace of evidence. This old man really does know how to fight even when he's old."

“Su Fuhua,” the elder snorted: “If not for me being out of the country during that great battle years ago, I wouldn’t have allowed him to live this long.”

"You mustn't be hasty. He’s currently our ally," said the man with a clear tone of warning.

“Master can rest assured. Many years have passed, and those matters are as light as clouds and wind now. Perhaps Su Fuhua doesn’t even remember that I exist,”

"It’s better if he doesn't," said the man with a cold laugh as he watched a flock of crows fly overhead. He then reached for his gun from his waist.

Holding the gun in his left hand, aiming at the night sky, he continuously pulled the trigger!

In just two seconds, the dozen or so crows that had been cawing and flying moments ago were all shot through by bullets! They fell down with bloodstains.

After firing his gun, the man put it back in its holster without even glancing at the still flapping crows. He turned around and sneered coldly: "It's been a long time since I last killed someone; my hand is itching, and my gun has rusted."

The smile on this man’s face was chilling and sinister, completely different from the warm smile he had displayed earlier.

"Master merely doesn’t want to use his weapon," the old man said respectfully as he stood behind him with his head bowed. "These ants are unworthy of Master's intervention."

"Is that so" The chill emanating from this man’s smile was bone-chilling: "Dog slave, I’ve endured too long. Now, I really want to kill someone. What should I do"

The old man knelt down, his frail body appearing devoid of energy as he replied, “Old dog is willing to kill on Master's behalf.”

"How much confidence do you have this time" the man asked.

"In chaos, success can be assured; there should be a hundred percent chance," the old man said with his head bowed, not daring to look into the man’s eyes.

"Alright, then go and kill them." The man turned around and walked away. His voice lingered in the night air: "Go to that country and kill anyone you want."

“Thank you, Master.” The old man stood up respectfully and walked towards the fields, gradually disappearing into the thick darkness of the night.

In the Heart Establishment Manor,

Su Tianran stood before Su Fuhua with utmost respect: "Grandpa, there's chaos in the capital. All exits are sealed off and vehicles passing through are being checked rigorously; it’s almost like a martial law situation."

Su Fuhua smiled slightly: “It’s only natural.”

Although Su Tianran had anticipated this, he was still somewhat surprised: "Grandpa, did you really act"

Su Fuhua shook his head: “I just spread some rumors. This time, we’re using others’ knives to kill our enemies.”

“Where are they killing” Su Tianran’s eyes shone with a glint of intelligence.

"Japan," said Su Fuhua as he narrowed his eyes, the sound carrying an icy chill. "I want Wang Zheng and all his accomplices to die in Japan."to Wang Zheng without any modification.“I meant you,” Qiao Jing says before Wang Zheng can respond, and a glint of sharpness flashes in her eyes as she looks at Tong Leng!Tong Leng, who is obsessed wi...