394: Chapter 394 Refusal

Wang Zhiwei answered cautiously, "They... they've been injured..."

Then he quickly added, "But it's not serious."

Han Jingyang took a deep breath. "Where are they now?"

"At Doudou's house."

"Wait for me."

"Okay, okay."

Forty minutes later.

Han Jingyang arrived at Doudou's house with his three female generals.

As soon as the car stopped, Wang Zhiwei rushed out. "Brother, I'm truly sorry. This matter... sigh, I really don't know what to say. If anyone's to blame, blame me."

Han Jingyang waved his hand. "Where are the sisters?"

"In the room, they've just been bandaged up."

"Superficial injuries?"

"Yes, superficial. Lin Yuelan said the killer showed mercy and that the killer's goal was very clear—they were after Doudou. Otherwise, with the killer's strength, they could have wiped out the entire family."

Coming for Doudou?

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow.

Was it necessary?

Lyu Zhiqiang had already been reduced to ashes; who else would be targeting Doudou?

Could it be for Doudou's special physique?

It was possible.

It was true Doudou was an ordinary person before, but after being meticulously modified and nurtured by Lyu Zhiqiang for so many years, she was practically a humanoid dharma instrument.

Even if the current Doudou was an empty shell, her value could not be underestimated. Not only could one attempt to restore Doudou's strength, but one could also extract those special modification and nurturing methods from her. Success in either would be well worth it.

Very much worth it!

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang felt a slight throbbing between his brows.

This matter was very troublesome.

Average people in the underworld couldn't pull this off, nor did they have the power or resources to do so; they weren't even qualified to consider it. It was as unreliable as an ordinary person who had just solved their basic food and clothing needs thinking about genetic engineering every day.

People and organizations with such intentions and the strength to back them up must have abundant funds and formidable power as support.

And this meant that if he stepped in to help Wang Zhiwei rescue Doudou, he would have to face off against such an organization and individual.

Anyone would find this a headache.

Who would want to go around killing people every single day for no reason?

He had already wiped out enough organizations and killed enough people in these few short days.

To be honest, he was exhausted.

Mentally exhausted.

Even if he were the Pojun Star descended to earth, he would still need a rest after killing his way through like this.

He entered the house.

Seeing the Lin Sisters lying on the bed, he felt a slight pang of pity.

These two young women had become a textbook case of sisters in distress; one had a bandaged arm and the other a bandaged leg, looking quite pitiful.

However, there were no casts, only bandages, so the injuries were indeed not serious.

But he was still very angry.

Could even killing two major local tyrants like Zhang Dahai and Yang Zhixiao not hold the fort?

People still dared to touch his people?

Where did they get the nerve?

However, his expression remained unchanged. He walked up to the Lin Sisters, looked down at them, and patted Lin Yuelan's arm. "It's not a big problem. Pack up and come back with me to recover properly."

Lin Yuelan nodded quickly.

Lin Yuegui, however, blinked slightly, hinting at something.

Han Jingyang understood. He turned and glanced at Wang Zhiwei. "You guys head out first."

Wang Zhiwei bowed and scurried out, even thoughtfully closing the door.

Only Wang Zhiwei left; Liu Jing, Shi Xiaoya, and even Yang Jinyuan were his own people, so there was nothing they couldn't hear or discuss.

Once Wang Zhiwei was out, he asked calmly, "What did you find?"

Lin Yuegui whispered, "The killer and Doudou... seemed to know each other."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, my spiritual intuition is quite sharp. When the killer kidnapped Doudou, her reaction was a little bit strange. At first, her reaction was normal—fear, avoidance, and resistance. She was still struggling frantically when she was restrained, but there was a pause for a fraction of a second in the middle. The struggle after that pause changed; it felt more like a performance. It's just that the killer's back was to me, so I don't know how they communicated—maybe it was eye contact, an expression, lip-reading, or something else."

Interesting.

An old acquaintance of Doudou's?

Or something else?

The plot was getting more and more complicated.

But this way, the urgency of the matter was greatly reduced. Doudou—that is, Zhou Fangfei—wasn't truly being kidnapped and wasn't in immediate danger. She might even return on her own in a day or two.

It was just a pity for that old lecher Wang Zhiwei.

Was it possible that Zhou Fangfei was working with the killer's organization to scheme against him?

It didn't matter; he would deal with whatever came his way.

He didn't look for trouble, but he certainly wasn't afraid of it.

Thinking this, he asked casually, "Any other findings?"

Lin Yuegui nodded. "The killer was a man, about 1.75 meters tall. He's also a practitioner, and he practices a technique that is extremely Yang and rigid. His inner Qi is exceptionally blazing; Yuelan and I were completely suppressed by it."

"Anything else?"

"The killer carried a single-edged blade, shaped like a Qing Dynasty waist saber. It looked very ancient and had some years on it; it should be a dharma instrument, but he didn't use it, so the specific effects are unknown."

"Anything else?"

"That's all."

Han Jingyang noted down this information and gestured. "Pack up. I'll have a chat with Wang Zhiwei. Remember, don't let anything slip."

With that, he went out.

He patted the apprehensive Wang Zhiwei. "Old Wang, my condolences."

Wang Zhiwei was shocked. "Brother, you're not planning to help me?"

Han Jingyang sighed. "I want to help you, but I'm powerless."

"Huh?"

"This matter was already complicated, Zhou Fangfei's own situation is even more so, and the killer's identity is a complete mystery. In short, it's a mess—so messy I don't even know where to start."

"Then what should I do?"

"Do nothing," Han Jingyang said, changing the subject. "I just performed a simple divination. The omen is moderately auspicious; your Doudou is at least safe and might even gain some benefits. She might quietly appear by your bedside at any time."

Wang Zhiwei was even more surprised. "Brother, you mean... just leave it?"

"Mhm."

"But..."

"No buts," Han Jingyang placed both hands on Wang Zhiwei's shoulders, looking him straight in the eye and saying seriously, "Old Wang, live your good life. Don't meddle in things you shouldn't; people will die. Maybe you aren't afraid of death, but what about your wife? Your ex-wife? Your child?"

"I, I..."

"Don't hesitate. Give up on this completely. If she can return on her own, do as you please. But if she never comes back for you, you'd better not try to find her. Otherwise, you'll definitely bring trouble upon yourself."

"..."

"Of course, this is just my suggestion. If you don't accept it, there's nothing I can do."

Wang Zhiwei opened his mouth, then lowered his head dejectedly.

Han Jingyang patted Wang Zhiwei's arm with a look of sympathy.

At this point, anything he said would be nonsense.

He wanted to help but couldn't find a way in, because this wasn't a simple kidnapping. If he acted rashly, god knows what kind of trouble he'd stir up.

At a time like this, it was better to avoid trouble if possible.

He needed to rest for a while first.

He had been really tired lately.

And there were plenty of other things on his plate; a whole pile of tasks, both declined and not, would likely end up on him eventually. He had to handle them one by one, or they would just keep piling up.

However, just as he finished speaking, a series of urgent and heavy knocks came from the front gate, making the surrounding walls tremble slightly.