29: Chapter 29 You're Next

Han Jingyang took a deep look at the dump truck driver, turned around, got into his car, and slowly moved the vehicle away from the scene of the incident.

This was undoubtedly murder.

Who was the mastermind?

It couldn't be anyone other than Sun Xiaoliang.

He would definitely take revenge for this!

After leaving the scene and parking in a quiet place, Han Jingyang finally relaxed for a moment, gasping for air.

After catching his breath for a long while, he pulled out the Peony Fairy plaque from his chest pocket.

The originally intact plaque now had several cracks running through it, standing on the verge of shattering. The blue aura contained within was now so faint it was almost invisible, and it was dissipating from the cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This plaque was ruined.

Han Jingyang solemnly wrapped the plaque up and put it into his pocket.

This was his lifesaver; it wouldn't be excessive to place it at home and offer sacrifices to it every day.

Then, he put the grade six peace buckle, which also carried the "Turning Misfortune into Blessing" skill, around his neck.

These were all good things that could truly save one's life.

In the future, if he had such treasures again, he would absolutely not sell them easily. His own family members would have at least two each—one to wear and one as a spare.

Only if there were extras would he sell them for money.

Furthermore, if it was less than five million, he wouldn't even consider it.

After Han Jingyang had completely recovered from his tense state, he got into his car and called his sister: "Xinxin, I have something to do, just take a taxi back by yourself."

"Are you going to have a big meal with my sister-in-law?"

"No, it's serious business."

"Oh, are you coming home tonight?"

"Yes, I've prepared something good for you."

"Wow, thanks brother, see you tonight—"

After hanging up, Han Jingyang's expression faded bit by bit, and he turned around to head back to Yingxiong Mountain.

When he arrived, Liu Jing was still accompanying Shen Lele as she cleaned the ink off the plaque. Judging by the progress, it wouldn't be done for another three or five days.

Liu Jing was stunned: "Boss, why are you back?"

Han Jingyang patted the ladder without a word: "Come down, I have something to say."

Shen Lele curled her lips and continued wiping the plaque, as if she hadn't heard anything. She even deliberately wrung out the towel, splashing a patch of dirty sewage.

Seeing this, Han Jingyang lifted his foot and kicked the ladder.

Liu Jing was shocked. She rushed in front of Han Jingyang, using her body to block his crazy actions, pushing Han Jingyang toward the shop while saying to Shen Lele, who was equally terrified on the ladder: "Come down quickly, the boss is angry—"

Shen Lele gave a soft huff: "He's not my boss."

But when she met Han Jingyang's gaze, which hid madness within its indifference, she couldn't help but look away. She retreated down the steps one by one and followed Han Jingyang into the inner room, tilting her head with an unruly expression.

After Shen Lele entered the room.

Han Jingyang stopped Liu Jing outside the door.

Liu Jing was very anxious; it was the first time she had seen Han Jingyang in such a state.

But when she met Han Jingyang's gaze, she didn't dare to say another word of nonsense, only whispering: "Boss, I... call me if you need anything."

Han Jingyang slammed the door shut with a "bang" and locked it. He walked straight to Shen Lele, stared down into her eyes, and demanded in a deep voice: "What is your relationship with Sun Xiaoliang?"

"It's none of your—"

"Slap—"

Han Jingyang raised his hand and slapped her.

Shen Lele stumbled back two steps, staring at Han Jingyang in disbelief: "You, you, you dare hit me?"

Han Jingyang raised his hand again.

Shen Lele screamed and squatted down, covering her head: "I don't have any relationship with him. I only met him once a week ago. My friend introduced us, saying he was a master at riding motorcycles."

"You're not lying?"

"No."

"Have he or his friends contacted you in the last two days?"

"No, my, my phone was confiscated by my dad."

"You'd better be telling the truth, otherwise even if your dad comes, he won't be able to save you," Han Jingyang took a deep breath: "Go back, go home, and tell your dad that a car accident happened under the Jinfu Overpass at 5:54 this afternoon."

"Huh?"

"I don't want to repeat myself a second time, get out!"

Shen Lele stood up and ran away, as if there was a man-eating beast locked in the room.

After Shen Lele left, Liu Jing entered the room carrying a cup of tea: "Boss..."

Han Jingyang let out a breath: "It's nothing, you should go back early too, watch out for your safety on the road."

"Are you really okay? Your mood is very off, what happened?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"I know it has nothing to do with me, but I'm very worried about you being like this," Liu Jing asked tentatively: "Is it related to Shen Lele? Should I have a chat with her? She listens to me."

"It has nothing to do with her either," Han Jingyang waved his hand: "Really, it's nothing. It's getting late, hurry home."

Seeing this, Liu Jing didn't say anything more, put down the teacup, and turned to leave.

Han Jingyang rubbed his temples hard. The more he thought, the more scared he became; the more he thought, the angrier he got.

Every time he thought about the moment the dump truck came roaring towards him, he felt cold all over.

If the skill hadn't taken effect, he would have been easily torn apart like a paper cutout.

However, fear was useless.

The most important thing now was to completely resolve this potential threat.

He didn't know why Sun Xiaoliang would resort to hiring someone to commit murder, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted Sun Xiaoliang to die.

But he didn't know what state Sun Xiaoliang was in.

After thinking about it, he called Sun Fuchang: "Old Sun, you've raised a good son."

Sun Fuchang wasn't surprised at all: "Did he provoke you again? Don't give me any face, teach him a lesson to death. I won't even feel bad if you kill him."

"Where is he right now?"

"I don't know. He did call me this morning to ask about an investment project. He should be eating somewhere right now."

"Investment?"

"Yes, from what I heard, he intends to invest in that scam project I looked at before. He's not completely stupid; he knows to call and ask me before investing, otherwise..."

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes: "You'd better call him again and ask, ask him if he actually invested or not."

Sun Fuchang was startled: "What do you mean?"

But Han Jingyang had already hung up the phone.

...

When Sun Fuchang was making the call, Sun Xiaoliang had already arrived at Yingxiong Mountain on his motorcycle, followed by a dozen or so unassisted riders.

Sun Xiaoliang stopped his bike, waved his hand, and answered the phone: "What is it?"

Sun Fuchang shouted: "What kind of bastard thing have you done again?"

"Guess."

"Guess your ass, if you're tired of living, go jump in the Yellow River. Don't keep causing trouble for me every day. Mr. Han has called me again..."

"Mr. Han? Heh, I'd like to see how much good luck this 'Mr. Han' you speak of has. Sun, you're next."

Sun Xiaoliang hung up the phone, turned his head, and shouted to the riders behind him: "Brothers, the same thing as before: I will take full responsibility if anything happens. Smash Jiguang Zhai to pieces, and that five hundred thousand is yours. If anyone resists, beat them all down. As long as no one dies, everything is fine. Let's go."

He sneered repeatedly in his heart.

No one dies?

As long as they were beaten down, whether to kill or skin them would depend entirely on Sun Xiaoliang's mood, right?

A dozen or so riders rushed into Yingxiong Mountain like a whirlwind, surrounding Jiguang Zhai.

Sun Xiaoliang pulled a metal baseball bat from his chest and swung it forward: "Smash it—"

After saying this, he smashed it towards the glass door.