373: Chapter 373 The Liar

Han Jingyang's question went straight to the core conflict.

Saving someone would inevitably offend others.

Saving Yang Zhizhong would inevitably offend that brother of Yang Zhizhong who ran with Zhang Dahai.

Although he wasn't afraid of that brother of Yang Zhizhong, his skills were precious, and he didn't want to offend people for no reason.

If he could, he would rather Yang Zhizhong solve this problem himself, instead of him blindly stepping in to save someone, drawing the enemy over, and then casually helping Yang Zhizhong eliminate his greatest mortal enemy.

Wasn't that clearly pulling chestnuts from the fire?

He would be the foolish cat risking its life to fish chestnuts out of the fire.

He would be the knife used by others in a case of Killing with a Borrowed Blade.

He would be Yang Zhizhong's free shield.

He would have to be out of his mind to help Yang Zhizhong block a blade.

Saving someone was his own business.

The trouble brought by saving someone must be borne by Yang Zhizhong himself; otherwise, he would rather break his word and wash his hands of the matter, neither saving him nor blocking any blades.

What?

Taking the money but abandoning the person?

What else?

Did he really think he was some great philanthropist?

When he got nasty, he was no worse than people like He Dingkun or Zhang Dahai.

In a word, he acted only according to his own heart.

If he felt he was getting the short end of the stick, then he definitely was. In such a situation, he considered it reasonable and justifiable to walk away. It was Yang Zhizhong who was being unprincipled first. Don't tell him he hadn't considered it beforehand—that was impossible. How could an old fox like Yang Zhizhong, who started from scratch, not have considered even this little thing?

Therefore, noticing the slight discomfort in Yang Zhizhong's eyes, he gave a cold laugh: "Mr. Yang, that's not how you do things. I'm not a bad person, but I'm not a good one either. If you dare to scheme against me, you have to bear the consequences. Now, please leave—immediately, right now."

Yang Zhizhong panicked and hurriedly cupped his hands in supplication: "Mr. Han, I was wrong. I won't dare do it again. Please, give me another chance. I—I know another secret related to Zhang Dahai."

Han Jingyang was so angry he laughed.

He had previously thought that Yang Zhizhong had charisma, spoke and acted with appeal, and was very decisive and straightforward.

As it turned out, in just a few minutes, he had revealed his side as an old fox.

Too cunning.

Clearly holding multiple pieces of information, yet not releasing them all at once, but rather doling them out in batches.

This left him unsure whether to be angry or not.

Because confidential information related to Zhang Dahai was indeed something he needed.

This kind of person really made one feel both love and hate.

The hate came from the man being too cunning, with tricks up his sleeve.

The love came from the fact that such people truly had substance; they gave whatever they promised, being quite straightforward.

Such people were true veterans of the world; they had means and schemes, yet they also possessed a straightforward and sincere side.

Hence, it was a feeling of both love and hate.

Sigh.

Han Jingyang sighed inwardly and said with an expressionless face: "I can save you, but you must block your brother's attack."

Yang Zhizhong gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Fine, as long as I can survive, I will definitely block him and never give him a chance to harass you."

Han Jingyang nodded, flipped his wrist, and pulled a golden-yellow bell from his storage bag.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhizhong's expression changed immediately.

What kind of technique was this?

A magic trick?

Or real magic or sorcery?

Or perhaps immortal arts or the effect of a dharma instrument?

No matter which one it was, it was too shocking. It was definitely not something an ordinary so-called expert in metaphysics could master. At the very least, he, Yang Zhizhong, had never seen it in all these years. It was true that he, Yang Zhizhong, was an ordinary person, but he had met quite a few experts in metaphysics and had some understanding of metaphysics and the underworld.

Therefore, seeing Han Jingyang flip his wrist and produce a golden bell, he was instantly won over.

He was truly the famous Mr. Han Jingyang; even a casual little movement revealed infinite mysteries. The reputation was well-deserved.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhizhong hurriedly said: "Mr. Han, let me speak first."

"Sure, go ahead."

"This piece of news of mine doesn't really relate to the previous one, but it is also a secret that ordinary people cannot know. Even that brother of mine doesn't know; I discovered it by accident," Yang Zhizhong whispered. "When I was starting out, I ran a cement factory. Later, because the competition was too intense, I gave it up and tossed those two small factories to my brother-in-law to play with. But three years ago, my brother-in-law found me and told me that within half a year, Zhang Dahai had successively bought over 1,200 tons of cement from the two factories."

"Cement? Over 1,200 tons? What kind of major project was he trying to pull off?"

"Right. But because he didn't use the factory's vehicles or personnel, my brother-in-law didn't know where the cement was being transported to at first, and he didn't dare to ask. But two months ago, my brother-in-law took some friends to Thousand Buddha Mountain and found discarded cement packaging bags in the mountains—the exact ones from the factory. There were quite a lot of them. Out of curiosity, he followed the trail to take a look, and then he discovered a newly built small manor at the northern foot of Thousand Buddha Mountain. From the outside, it looked ordinary, much like a private villa elsewhere, just a bit larger in area. But upon closer inspection, one could see this manor was very unusual; it wasn't a manor at all, but an exceptionally sturdy fortress."

"You mean..."

Yang Zhizhong answered decisively: "A shelter or a treasure cache."

A shelter or a treasure cache—both were good places.

A treasure cache went without saying; it definitely contained good things, and quite a lot of them.

A shelter was the same. Although the quantity of good things stored might not be too large, everything that needed to be there would be there. After avoiding a disaster, one would definitely need supplies to continue living or even to make a comeback.

It was just hard to know if there was anything inside.

If it was an empty shell, it wouldn't have much value.

But if Zhang Dahai had already filled it with supplies and treasures, then this secret would be worth so much more—at the very least, cash, gold, silver, jewelry, jade, and antiques. It might even contain dharma instruments.

Thinking of this, he nodded with satisfaction: "Give me the address, and tell your brother-in-law not to talk nonsense."

Yang Zhizhong gave a bitter laugh: "My brother-in-law is already dead."

"Huh? Did you silence him?"

"How could that be? He was my own brother-in-law, and for so many years he had been law-abiding and never caused trouble. Why would I kill him?" Yang Zhizhong sighed again. "It was a car accident, but I suspect that good brother of mine did it. It was either Zhang Dahai or someone directed by Zhang Dahai. The goal must have been to silence him, because he had the accident the day after he told me about that matter, and then it was my turn less than a month later."

Han Jingyang felt no inner fluctuation: "My condolences. Then give me the address, and then I will treat your illness."

Yang Zhizhong took out paper and pen and wrote down a string of numbers—the coordinates.

Han Jingyang handed it to Shi Xiaoya.

Shi Xiaoya opened the real-time satellite map, found the intersection of the coordinates, zoomed in, and then pushed it in front of Han Jingyang: "Hubby, there really is something there."

Han Jingyang glanced at it. At the foot of Thousand Buddha Mountain, one could indeed vaguely see the outline of a building, and could even see very obvious tire tracks.

It should be correct.

He would look into it later.

Han Jingyang took the golden bell and walked to Yang Zhizhong, starting to set up the altar.

But just at this moment, a girl around eighteen years old rushed in, fuming, and shouted at him: "Swindler, let go of my dad!"