448: Chapter 448 Three for One

Yang Jinyuan had a moment where she really thought about monopolizing Han Jingyang.

If she could monopolize Han Jingyang, the benefits would be simply countless.

Han Jingyang's looks, his personality, his abilities—anyway, she hadn't found anything bad about him.

If she really had to name something, it would be that Han Jingyang was a bit of a playboy.

If she could monopolize Han Jingyang, life would be just too good.

But the next second, she quietly extinguished that little thought, because it was a completely impossible thing to happen. Not to mention that her figure, looks, and abilities were not as good as Shi Xiaoya's or Liu Jing's, even if she were outstanding in every aspect, she wouldn't amount to much in front of Han Jingyang; she simply didn't have the ability to monopolize Han Jingyang.

Even if she were allowed to monopolize Han Jingyang, she wouldn't be able to keep him.

Sigh, just having the chance to share a bit of his favor was already the greatest luck of this lifetime. Even if she were kicked out now, she would have nothing to regret with these gains.

While Yang Jinyuan was lost in thought, Han Jingyang was carefully taking stock of his gains.

The more he looked, the happier he felt.

He even had an urge to go out and go wild. With so many items and skills, he wouldn't be afraid even if he went wild, especially with some of the high-level items and skills—their effects were simply absurd, absurdly strong.

However, thinking that there were still serious matters to attend to, he held back.

For example, sleeping.

He hadn't slept for nearly forty hours.

Han Jingyang collapsed and fell asleep.

He slept until the next morning.

When he opened his eyes, Zou Rushuang had already brought water and toiletries to the bedside, serving him as he washed up.

Just after he finished washing, Shi Xiaoya brought in breakfast and said with a smile, "Hubby, you're famous."

"How so?"

"Some victims' families told everyone about the good deed you did. Such a big case, so many victims—it's impossible to keep it completely secret. The internet is blowing up right now."

"What's the trend?"

"Cursing the officials on one hand, praising you on the other."

"They didn't expose my specific information, did they?"

"No, they just said a very handsome young guy braved the demon's nest at the critical moment to save their daughter. They said your entrance was like a superhero in a movie. Everyone is looking for the person now. The term 'Quancheng Superhero' hit the trending searches in the middle of the night."

"It's good they didn't leak my personal information, otherwise it would really be a bit troublesome," Han Jingyang sighed. "However, there are many people in the know, so I'm afraid some socializing will be unavoidable. You all should prepare."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone knocked on the door.

It was Zhang Zhiyang.

After entering, Zhang Zhiyang cupped his hands with a smile, while sizing up Jiguang Zhai. The more he looked, the more shocked he became.

The last time he came to Jiguang Zhai, it had already taken shape, looking like a small blessed land, but it hadn't exceeded his cognitive scope. After all, as long as one had enough good dharma instruments, building such a residence was the most normal thing; he had seen it since he was a child.

But looking at it now, this Jiguang Zhai seemed to have undergone a heaven-turning, earth-flipping change. It had a feeling of evolving from an ordinary farmhouse to a resort villa; the feeling was completely different.

Not only that, he couldn't even detect a hint of killing intent, which was the scariest part.

Before, when he entered, he could detect the presence of killing intent and knew which dharma instrument was the most powerful.

But now, it was a feeling of peace and tranquility, as if it were completely undefended.

Zhang Zhiyang knew very well that this kind of hidden killing intent was the most terrifying.

Realizing this, he sighed inwardly: The current Han Jingyang was becoming more and more powerful, more and more difficult to deal with, and more and more unfathomable.

Yet, because of his superior's orders, he had to keep his distance from Han Jingyang.

Even the agreement he had previously reached with Han Jingyang had been intentionally or unintentionally voided.

It was suffocating.

If he had a good relationship with Han Jingyang, he could buy Han Jingyang's magical and powerful dharma instruments with money. If they bought a few more, their unit could immediately take off and never have to suffer such indignity again.

What a pity!

Seeing Han Jingyang, Zhang Zhiyang hurriedly went up to greet him: "Little Brother, I haven't seen you in a while, you've undergone a transformation. You're getting more powerful by the day, your progress is truly great."

Han Jingyang pointed at the sofa: "What's the matter?"

"Sigh, it's still about Lingxiao. I want to communicate with you. This Lingxiao is extremely dangerous; you must not be careless. According to the intelligence we have, after twenty years of hibernation, Lingxiao has developed its power across all of North China, and even has a trend of developing toward South China. Quancheng is their bridgehead for developing southward."

"A bridgehead? Not the headquarters?"

"It was the headquarters twenty years ago, but not now. Of course, to Lingxiao, Quancheng is indeed very special. The fact that this Xu Changhuai lurked in Quancheng for six or seven years and could commit such an insane act is proof. Data shows that this Xu Changhuai was a member of Lingxiao twenty years ago."

"He hid deep enough."

"Indeed, when I first received the intelligence, I almost couldn't believe it. These people are truly very terrifying. This ability to endure far exceeds that of ordinary pugilistic groups. Their schemes are not ordinary in scale."

"Then we must be strictly on guard."

"Lingxiao is strong, has abundant funds, has a huge number of people, is cruel enough, and can endure. To society, to us, and to you, they all pose a huge threat. You must, must not be careless. They are not comparable to a local thug like Zhang Dahai."

Han Jingyang nodded again.

Of course, he understood this.

Zhang Dahai was very strong, but he was just a local thug. He had money, but his sphere of influence was limited. The manpower and resources he could mobilize at a critical moment were limited. Moreover, all of Zhang Dahai's subordinates relied on him. Once Zhang Dahai died, his massive power would immediately vanish into thin air, and the surviving subordinates would run as far as they could.

But Lingxiao was different. The core was never any one person or a few people. As long as the people in this organization were not all dead, there would be a day for a comeback. Moreover, the property, connections, and resources they could mobilize were extremely vast, hundreds of times stronger than Zhang Dahai.

Being targeted by such an organization was indeed troublesome.

However, so what if it was troublesome?

No matter how troublesome it was, he had to face it.

In the end, it was still a matter of soldiers coming to block and water coming to cover—he would have to see whose skills were higher and let their strength do the talking.

Thinking of this, he nodded at Zhang Zhiyang: "I will be very careful. Is there anything else?"

Zhang Zhiyang was interrupted. Listening to Han Jingyang's extremely distant words, he felt incredibly awkward, but he could only force himself to say: "It's like this, our unit just recruited a few new people, and we want to equip them with a set of decent dharma instruments. I wanted to ask if you have any extras."

Han Jingyang laughed inwardly.

It was rare for someone surnamed Zhang to speak so obsequiously.

However, he absolutely did not have any dharma instruments.

Even if he did, he didn't.

Since they had become distant, it was better to keep it that way—it was best to leave each other alone and let each other shine.

So he shook his head decisively: "No, none."

"Little Brother, don't be like that. Didn't you just collect so many spoils of war? Spare a few for me, I'll pay a high price."

"It's not a question of price, I just don't have any. The ones I collected are all useful."

"Little Brother, then I can trade goods for goods, right?"

"What kind of goods?"

"The spoils of war we seized. You can pick whatever antiques and dharma instruments you want. Three for one."

Han Jingyang was tempted.

Although the unit Zhang Zhiyang belonged to dropped the ball at critical moments, they had great power and a deep foundation.

If he could take a stroll through their warehouse, it wouldn't be unacceptable to let go of some ordinary items.

However, three for one was impossible.

He didn't hesitate to make a "ten" gesture: "Ten for one!"