291: Chapter 291 Zhang Dahai's Attitude

What was the most important thing?

It was, of course, the matter Zhang Dahai was plotting.

Zhao Junsheng had made it clear: Zhang Dahai had personally invited Wu Zhiyang to Quancheng because he had work that needed doing.

As for the specifics of that work, only Wu Zhiyang knew.

Zhang Dahai had countless capable people under his command; why would he need to go all the way to Taiwan to ask three 'island frog' for help with an ordinary matter?

To put it bluntly, if Zhang Dahai took his influence to Taiwan, he could completely sweep the island, or even replace certain people in power without any problem.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't need Wu Zhiyang at all.

And yet, Zhang Dahai had done exactly that.

This indicated that the matter was far from simple, so much so that even Zhang Dahai was forced to seek outside help.

Furthermore, it was bound to be related to metaphysics.

Since that was the case, Han Jingyang couldn't afford to ignore it.

He didn't have to get involved, but he absolutely couldn't remain ignorant. Otherwise, he might be inadvertently swept into it without knowing anything, which would be dangerous.

After all, they were all making a living in Quancheng.

Shi Xiaoya followed up with a question, "Hubby, what's the important thing?"

Han Jingyang gave her a brief explanation of the situation.

Shi Xiaoya's expression gradually turned solemn. "You mean if Zhang Dahai came after us with great fanfare to settle the score, or to rescue Zhang Pengxiao and oppose us, it would mean that what he's plotting isn't that big. Conversely, if Zhang Dahai has no reaction and gives this the cold treatment, it means he has much larger designs and is temporarily unwilling to make an enemy of us for fear that we might ruin his plans."

Han Jingyang nodded.

That was exactly it.

That was why he said he needed to see Zhang Dahai's reaction.

Otherwise, they could have retreated long ago; there was no need to linger here for half an hour.

Now, half an hour had passed and nothing had happened. No one else had even called to plead for mercy, much less come to rescue Zhang Pengxiao—not even symbolically.

Clearly, Zhang Pengxiao had been completely abandoned.

Zhang Dahai had temporarily shelved this matter and given it the cold treatment.

This proved that whatever Zhang Dahai was planning was extraordinarily significant. He was willing to discard an important subordinate like Zhang Pengxiao on a whim and even set aside his own reputation.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, after being 'slapped in the face' like this by Han Jingyang, Zhang Dahai would have had to have a showdown with him for the sake of his pride. He could never have just played dead. If word of this got out, it would damage his authority and prestige.

But right now, Zhang Dahai was doing nothing.

Han Jingyang's heart felt a bit heavy.

A lot had happened in Quancheng recently, much of it involving serious casualties.

Take the incident at Xipo Village—how many people had died there in total?

At least forty.

And that wasn't even counting the cases Huang Jianyong was involved in. Over more than a decade, the number of lives lost in connection to him definitely exceeded a hundred.

And now, whatever Zhang Dahai was planning would only be bigger. Once it spiraled out of control, the resulting casualties would inevitably be even more horrific, potentially even affecting the innocent civilians of Quancheng.

As a native of Quancheng, Han Jingyang could not and would not sit idly by.

Therefore, it was necessary to gather information in advance and judge the severity of the situation.

Now, with limited information, he had done his best to gather the most crucial piece: Zhang Dahai was preparing to do something big.

But it wasn't enough.

Not nearly enough.

Without more detailed information, he wouldn't even know which direction to start defending from.

Han Jingyang withdrew his gaze and headed downstairs.

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya followed, carrying various bags.

In the downstairs living room, the Lin Sisters were recording. Seeing Han Jingyang, before he could even speak, one said indignantly, "Boss, this guy is a beast. You have to let me cut off his dog head myself later."

"Oh?"

"We recorded everything. Do you want to listen, Boss?"

"I'll listen when we get back. Do it now; don't waste any more time. Zhang Dahai isn't sending anyone to save him."

"Ah?" Lin Yuelan glanced at her sister, then realized, "Boss, you mean you've been using him as bait this whole time?"

"Yes, but unfortunately Zhang Dahai clearly has more important things to do. He has no time for us for now, and cares even less whether this piece of trash lives or dies."

"Hehehe, good. I almost couldn't hold back several times just now. The things this beast has done are too abominable. In ancient times, even being sliced a hundred times wouldn't be enough to pay for his crimes."

Han Jingyang nodded slightly.

I have the technique of Qi Observation.

I knew long ago that this man named Zhang was a piece of trash filled with heinous sins.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have decided to kill him so casually.

If someone's evil deeds haven't reached a certain severity, I will consider leaving them a way out.

But Zhang Pengxiao, as well as the previous Zhao Junsheng and Wu Zhiyang, all belonged to the category of those who must die.

In contrast was Yang Jinyuan. Although Yang Jinyuan wasn't clean either, her degree of guilt was much lighter, so I only had Shi Xiaoya give her a beating.

Otherwise, Yang Jinyuan wouldn't have escaped death either.

I've already killed the master and the junior disciple; killing a second disciple really wouldn't be much of a stretch.

The reason I didn't kill Yang Jinyuan, besides her being useful, was because she didn't seem to have committed crimes worthy of death.

Han Jingyang spoke nonchalantly.

But Zhang Pengxiao, who had just been sentenced to death by Han Jingyang, broke down. He immediately wailed, "Master Han, let me go! I beg you, please let me go! I... I'll work for you from now on. I... I can do many, many things..."

Han Jingyang waved his hand impatiently.

There was really nothing to say to such a person.

Show mercy?

On what grounds?

At that moment, his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar local Quancheng number.

Han Jingyang gestured with his hand.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

Even the wailing Zhang Pengxiao instantly shut his mouth, not daring to make a sound. Instead, he looked at Han Jingyang with eyes full of anticipation—more accurately, he was looking at the phone in Han Jingyang's hand. He was clearly hoping the caller was his backer, Zhang Dahai, and that he hadn't been abandoned.

The call connected.

A gentle voice came through the phone: "Mr. Han, hello. I am Zhang Dahai."

Han Jingyang smiled. "Boss Zhang, I've heard much about you."

"You're too kind. Your name, Mr. Han, is far more resonant than mine. In Quancheng, it's like a clap of thunder that everyone knows. I've wanted to visit you for a long time, but I just haven't had the right opportunity. I didn't expect that a small delay would lead to such a big misunderstanding. It's my fault."

"No, Boss Zhang, it's not a misunderstanding. What I did today has nothing to do with whether I've met you or not. Even if we had met before and were on good terms, I still would have done the same today. Understand?"

Zhang Dahai was silent for two seconds before letting out a chuckle. "Truly worthy of the famous Mr. Han of Quancheng; your words are certainly firm. But I like making friends with principled people like you. Mr. Han, once you're done with this busy spell, why not come over to my place for a seat? I have some excellent Da Hong Pao tea here."

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow.

This Zhang Dahai had quite the temperance. He didn't even get angry after being rebuffed so harshly; his composure was impressive.

People like this were generally very shrewd and had the making of someone who could achieve great things.

However, I'm not afraid.

I wasn't afraid when facing He Dingkun.

I wasn't afraid when facing the Japanese.

I was even less afraid when facing Tian Chunming.

What is there to fear from a mere Zhang Dahai?