Wang Ye suddenly stood up, holding the King Kong blade in his hand, warily looking around.
The moment Su Wenqian died, Wang Ye clearly felt the surging of energy, but did not find any problem at all.
Being able to easily kill and silence people right under his nose...
Although his own strength was negligible, and in the Wasteland he was not much stronger than an ant, but...
This was not the Wasteland, and his opponent was not those terrifying ghosts either.
It looked like the strength of Shangjing City was far from as simple as he had imagined.
Standing up, he took a indifferent look at Su Wenqian's corpse, picked up King Kong, and led everyone to leave.
Only Zhou Han stood at the back, casting an indistinct glance at the corner across the street.
Did you notice me?
After everyone left, the figure that Zhou Han had looked at earlier slowly emerged from that place, with a pensive look, and after a long time, silently smiled: But so what?
After speaking, the figure disappeared again into the darkness.
Tian Group, first floor lobby.
Seeing Wang Ye and the others, the receptionist instinctively showed a professional smile.
But when she saw King Kong, still dripping with blood, she cried out in fright, her face slightly pale as she sat back down in her chair.
Mao Yong'an followed listlessly behind, looking lifeless. Seeing the receptionist, he carefully examined the receptionist's professional attire and appearance.
Finding that she was only on the same level as Liu Qian, he once again lost interest, leaning numbly against the door, his eyes empty, his whole person exuding an aura of grief.
My son Mao Gang died before he was even born...
It's because I'm incompetent.
Mao Yong'an softly lamented, and upon noticing Zhou Han's gaze, his face instantly turned deathly pale. He didn't even dare look at Zhou Han again, remaining silent.
Wang Ye politely smiled at the receptionist and pressed the button for the 21st floor elevator, carrying King Kong in hand as the group entered.
21st Floor.
The door to Zhang ZiLiang's office was pushed open and Wang Ye and the others walked in.
Mao Yong'an took a look inside and saw only a middle-aged man sitting at the desk. Instantly losing interest, he leaned numbly against the door, his eyes vacant, his whole person exuding an aura of grief.
Bang!
Wang Ye casually threw King Kong onto the ground: I've told you everything. Two from the intelligence department, two from the operations department, none from logistics, can't rule out the possibility they're lying.
Seeing the fresh blood stain the carpet red, Zhang ZiLiang's heart ached.
Nowadays, resources were hard to come by, and the logistics department wasn't wealthy either.
But hearing Wang Ye's words, Zhang ZiLiang was overjoyed: Good, let's see where those two old men hide their faces this time!
Right, where's Su Wenqian?
Suddenly thinking of something, Zhang ZiLiang asked.
Dead. Wang Ye sat leisurely on the sofa, stretching lazily, and said lightly.
Zhang ZiLiang's expression gradually became serious: You killed him? His old man won't let that slip easily.
Wang Ye shook his head without speaking.
Looking at Wang Ye, Zhang ZiLiang thought for a moment, then said: You guys go out first.
Wang Qiang and Liu Qian silently left without any complaint. Being able to cling to the big thigh and struggle to survive was already a joyful thing.
Getting embroiled in some messy business would only be a burden to them.
After all, they didn't have the corresponding strength to resolve problems.
Zhou Han grinned at Wang Ye, looking completely unconcerned, and left.
After everyone left, Zhang ZiLiang's fingers lightly tapped on the desk, his expression solemn: Speak, if it wasn't an important issue, you wouldn't have hinted for me to send them out.
Su Wenqian was silenced.
Wang Ye said indifferently. The friendly and amiable attitude he had shown when with the others disappeared.
After all, he just didn't want to make himself seem abnormal.
Silenced? Zhang ZiLiang was somewhat surprised: The Buddhists did it?
Wang Ye shook his head: No, he wasn't one of the Buddhists. He died right as he was about to reveal information. I sensed energy fluctuations but didn't notice anyone making a move.
Not even you could find out? Zhang ZiLiang was even more surprised.
You may be overestimating my abilities somewhat. Wang Ye glanced at Zhang ZiLiang indifferently.
The office then fell into silence.
After a long time...
Zhang ZiLiang's tapping fingers stopped: Perhaps we can push Mao Yong'an out to test the waters?
He's no fool. Wang Ye paused: Young Dao Lord's identity dictates that his intelligence can't possibly be flawed, it's just that he doesn't care much about most things. He doesn't care if he's being used, as long as it doesn't harm Dao City's interests.
Zhang ZiLiang frowned, and the office fell silent again.
Among those King Kong disclosed, were there any big fish?
Zhang ZiLiang suddenly asked.
Wang Ye thought for a bit: Unlikely. With King Kong's abilities, he was probably just a bottom-ranker among the Buddhists. The people he could be in contact with wouldn't be too high-up.
Then could Tian Group's high-level members include Buddhists? Zhang ZiLiang asked again.
Hard to say. Wang Ye said: But I think we could try deceiving them.
You mean? Zhang ZiLiang raised his brows.
The two looked at each other knowingly and said in unison: Su Changqing!
Zhang ZiLiang nodded in satisfaction: Then let's go.
But Wang Ye suddenly stood up and looked at him indifferently: You go, it's got nothing to do with me. After all, Su Changqing is Tian Group's top leader, I'm not qualified.
Also... If Su Changqing really has issues, who knows if he has other backup plans.
Even if I got lucky and didn't die, I'm just a small team captain. Overthrowing Tian Group's high-level member would draw too much attention.
When the unclear details of my death spread, what would that achieve? Reputation?
Wang Ye's voice was devoid of any emotion, very calm: Lastly, I hope Su Changqing is fine. Otherwise if you get carelessly dragged down too, I'd have trouble adapting to the new leader. And, my accumulated mission credits from the operations still haven't been given, it's been dragged on for too long.
As his voice trailed off, Wang Ye pushed open the door and walked out.
Watching Wang Ye's back, Zhang ZiLiang chuckled lightly: This guy is even more cold-blooded than me.
Outside, Wang Ye instructed Wang Qiang and Liu Qian to return and clean up headquarters, while he left with Mao Yong'an.
What truly sustained Wang Ye until now was his brain.
All the way, Mao Yong'an was like a walking corpse, hopeless.
Mr. Wang, you lied to me!
Suddenly, Mao Yong'an gnashed his teeth and glared at Wang Ye.
Was the photo photoshopped? Wang Ye asked indifferently.
Mao Yong'an froze, then slowly shook his head.
Didn't I bring you to meet her in person? Wang Ye continued.
Mao Yong'an nodded numbly.
So what does it have to do with me? What I'm more curious about is, what exactly happened in that alley?
Wang Ye looked at Mao Yong'an and asked.
Hearing Wang Ye's words, deep fear surfaced in Mao Yong'an's eyes.
His face turned even paler.
He fell completely silent.