Chapter 123: I Did Not Kill Wen Zhiman

As expected, Zhou Chengli was searching for someone because of a phone call.

His assistant informed him, “President Zhou, that was a virtual number. It automatically deactivated after sending the message, and no ID or any identity-verifying document was required during registration. So, it’s very difficult to trace.”

Zhou Chengli frowned.

After a while, Zhou Chengli gave special instructions, “Find a way to trace it for me. Do your best—it’s very important.”

After a dizzying moment, Song Yuchen finally got used to his current situation. Before he could fully adjust, a sudden pain shot through his backside, and he was thrown to the ground.

Li Wuxin was in the middle of drinking tea; she spat out a mouthful in surprise, then choked and coughed for quite a while before she could stop.

Such obvious mockery and sarcasm were something Zhuo Qingrou could not accept. She could hardly imagine how, after everything that had happened, Helan Lengyue still dared to speak to her in this manner.

Perhaps it was that inexplicable fire formation, but upon seeing Ling Jing now, it felt as if she were meeting an old acquaintance from a former life. He was still dressed in a crescent-white brocade robe, but in Li Wuxin’s eyes, there was now a trace of bewilderment.

Could it be the former Prince of Jingnan? Yet, from what she’d seen in the palace these past two days, it seemed that all of Jingnan was now under Gu Zhen and the Dowager Queen’s control. She had never heard anyone mention the Prince of Jingnan—how strange.

Though she wailed and cried, Long Qing, who stood by with a look of disgust, still noticed her aversion to the scent of blood, her nose wrinkling in distaste. The prince had been the pillar of faith for her and her brother for so long; now that this faith had been destroyed, she no longer felt the need to restrain herself.

He had only driven the car less than ten meters before recalling that he needed to make a call, so he simply stopped right there.

Gu Meng was in no mood for flattery as usual, nor did she have the patience to spar verbally with Lin Jinming. Her responses were half mocking, half perfunctory.

Moreover, Night Chen had apparently said something to those men, for they left of their own accord.

At that moment, Chiyou had already returned to the cockpit. The aircraft immediately departed from the abandoned mining area, vanishing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, Su Le felt uneasy. Was there something wrong with the departmental arrangements she’d mentioned?

I struggled to pick a leaf, nearly falling flat on my face. Holding the leaf up to the streetlight, I could see those familiar scars on its surface. I turned it over in my hands, examining it thoroughly, but still found nothing else of interest.

Xi Ze watched Shen Hongtu quietly. The latter met his gaze with open composure, as if the words “honest and upright, with a clear conscience” were written on his face. Xi Ze glanced at the grieving Lady Zhang, sighed inwardly, and left. In this unfamiliar “black market,” where could he possibly go?

“Brother Chong, I… Zhang Lie has already gone back to report. And since I haven’t returned, I’m sure they’ll come to rescue us!” Zhang Kai apologized sincerely.

“That’s a workable plan. However, those militiamen have never experienced real combat. If we send them alone, are you sure nothing will go wrong?”

Back at the hotel, she’d managed to maintain a shred of reason, mainly because she was so afraid of something bad happening, and the pain in her hand kept her nerves taut.

Indeed, I saw a man in Han Rong’s house, but I couldn’t tell for sure if it was really Han Rong.

“Let’s go. Come with me to the martial training grounds. Today is the core disciple assessment. Even if you can’t participate, it’s worth watching,” Cui Lie said as he turned to leave.

Yet, on the other end of the line, Wang Yuehan seemed to have been struck by lightning. She froze, her hand loosening its grip on the phone, which fell to the ground with a crisp metallic clang echoing in the silent classroom. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.

At that moment, the man looked up, his gaze sweeping toward Jiang Yang. He frowned, his eyes growing colder.