a's top special forces members and possessing that arm patch with black scales was Qin Changqing’s dream!All these years, he had never slackened his training. For the sake of his dream, he wanted to s...Chapter 433: The Tender Spot

Sometimes, when the black and white sides join forces, they can unleash an unimaginable amount of power. Of course, this is also one of the things that the Chinese government needs to be most vigilant about.

For example, regarding Zhang Bowen's incident where he hit a pregnant woman, it was actually people from the Black Hand Society who approached them when they insisted on punishing the perpetrator and refused mediation. The Black Hand Society is almost like Zhang Yanhang’s private army in Fuzhou; if anything happens to the Black Hand Society, I will definitely be implicated, which absolutely cannot happen!

Knocking at the door came from outside. With his eyes closed, Zhang Yanhang frowned and soon opened his eyes as though he had recalled something—indeed, standing before him was Wang Zheng with a smile on his face; sometimes, smiling can make one even more infuriated.

"What do you want now" Zhang Yanhang felt like his head was about to explode. This guy truly is a persistent ghost! He casually enters my office without any sound or notice—it's really terrifying.

"We are here to discuss a deal," Wang Zheng sat down at Zhang Yanhang’s desk with an unreduced smile on his face.

"I have no interest," Zhang Yanhang turned his gaze towards the window and said, "If you don’t have anything else to say, then you can leave."

"No, I believe you will be interested," Wang Zheng smiled, saying, "Do you want to see the Zhang family siblings fall out"

"What are you talking about" Zhang Yanhang glared at him angrily. "I warn you not to attempt anything in this regard!"

“Ha-ha.” Wang Zheng also laughed: “Don’t get so worked up, it’s only because I’ve touched your sore spot that you’re reacting this way.”

"What do you want" Zhang Yanhang clenched his fists and glared fiercely at Wang Zheng.

Han Xinye had been accompanying Zhang Huwah all along. The elderly man in front of her spent most of the time sleeping, and when he occasionally woke up, he was confused and didn't recognize anyone. Han Xinye felt very distressed; the old man who used to be robust and decisive, who always smiled at her, and who would always protect her whenever Zhang Yanqing scolded her, had returned to her no more. She was leaving tomorrow and after returning to the capital, she had to go back to Ningxia Military Region immediately. She didn't even dare to think about whether she could see her grandfather again in the future.

Holding Zhang Huwah's hand, Han Xinye chattered on endlessly, talking about how she and Lao Han would engage in wit battles at home, how Zhang Yanqing arranged blind dates for her, and how Old Old Han's attempts to learn to surf the internet had resulted in some amusing incidents. As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes and laughter escaped from her lips, as if Zhang Huwah were really listening. Suddenly, Zhang Huwah's hand moved slightly, then slowly opened his eyes!

"Grandpa, you're awake!" Han Xinye jumped up excitedly. This was the second time she had seen Zhang Huwah awaken since her arrival here. Zhang Huwah's lips trembled as if he were trying to say something; Han Xinye quickly leaned in and heard him mumble indistinctly, "Rou... Yan..." Rouyan was a local delicacy of Fuzhou, which looked similar to wontons but had a different taste. In the past, it used to be Zhang Huwah's favorite food. Even after he developed senile dementia, when he occasionally regained consciousness, he would still crave this kind of food.

"Grandpa wants Rouyan I'll go buy some right now! Wait for me, I'm going to get them for you!" Han Xinye wiped away her tears and sprinted out. Along the way, she didn't stop even when people greeted her.

"Miss, where are you going"

"I'm going to buy Rouyan. Grandpa wants to eat it."

"Miss, let me go for you!"

"No need, I can handle it myself."

Han Xinye was quite familiar with the area near General's Mansion. She remembered there was an old shop nearby that served particularly authentic Rouyan. When Zhang Yanqing would take her back to visit his family home when she was young, they always stopped by this place for a bowl of Rouyan.

A gentle cool breeze blew in the evening, and under dim streetlights, a girl was running, causing passersby to glance sideways out of curiosity. Han Xingye felt happy because after waiting for so long, her grandfather had finally regained consciousness once again; she wanted to do something nice for him, even if it meant buying a bowl of meat swallow soup.

Perhaps due to the late hour, Han Xingye realized she might have taken a wrong turn. She thought back and remembered that she should have turned at the previous intersection but got too excited and overshot her mark.

Suddenly, turning around to retrace her steps, an elderly man with a cane and a sunhat called out to Han Xingye, "Miss, wait up, I need directions."

"Grandpa, are you lost" Han Xingye was always eager to help others.

He nodded his head, "Yes, can you tell me how to get to this address" and handed her a business card.

Han Xingye took the card; it was an advertisement for some kind of certification service. Before she could look up from reading it, everything went black before her eyes.

The elderly man dropped his cane and held Han Xingye up, with a hint of pride in his voice as he said, "Take her away."

"Brother Tiger is awesome." A few people emerged out of the shadows and carried Han Xingye into the car.

Inside the vehicle, the so-called elderly man removed his sunhat to reveal a bald head with several scars. He looked coldly at Han Xingye in the back seat and smirked.

The car vanished into the night.

The news of Han Xinye's disappearance caught Wang Zheng off guard. Han Xinye was in the General’s Manor, which should be the safest place in Fuzhou. Yet only a few guards said they saw her leaving alone and she never returned. Wang Zheng immediately arranged for Lin Xijue to check the nearby surveillance cameras. At this moment, he trusted no one but his own people, not even Zhang Yanxing.

However, the news Lin Xijue brought was disappointing; all the surveillance in the vicinity had been sabotaged, clearly indicating that the perpetrators were well-prepared.

"Keep investigating. If the cameras here are broken, it doesn’t mean all of Fuzhou’s cameras are down. Select and investigate any vehicles or personnel entering and exiting this area—something will come to light." Wang Zheng was rarely seen so anxious.

"Already arranged for people to look into it. A special task force from the southeast is currently reviewing surveillance footage, but with all the cameras within a ten-kilometer radius of the General’s Manor destroyed, they have more footage to review and will require some time." Lin Xijue replied. The special task force He Yan had arranged would be under Wang Zheng's full command; although he hadn’t met them yet, Lin Xijue had already made arrangements in the first instance—these were tasks for which State Security was professional.

"No matter who it is, I’ll make him regret his actions!" Wang Zheng punched the wall, causing a chunk of paint to fall off.

It was an absolute case of tripping up in the most unexpected place!

The seasoned foxes known for their cunning were all formidable opponents. A momentary lapse would see one at their mercy!

Thinking about the possible harm Han Xinye might suffer, even the ever-assured Wang Zheng couldn't hold back his impatience; he had to quickly find her—God only knew what those people might do!

"If I’m not mistaken, it’s probably something the Black Hand did," Lin Xijue said coldly.

"Do we need to guess Whether or not they’re involved, this debt will be settled with them." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes. Han Xinye’s abduction had hit a nerve with him. are you working so hard The pay is the same whether you move more or less cement each day. Why go to such lengths What do you gain from it Are you not thinking straight"Old Jin, with four bags of cem...