Tong Kaiwen shook his head, his expression serious: "It's too early to talk about these things now. As long as the case in Jiaxing isn't closed, you could be brought back at any time."

"Let's find a place to stay first, and then go back to Funing early tomorrow morning," Zhao Daming suggested.

According to regulations, Zhang Cheng's handcuffs cannot be removed before he leaves Jiaxing.

Once inside the car, Liu Zhongren immediately used his key to unlock the shackles.

Two deep red marks on his wrist were a shocking sight.

Zhang Cheng, however, seemed completely unaffected. He flexed his wrist and said to Zhao Daming, who was driving:

"Brother Zhao, let's not look for a place to stay yet, let's go to the Guoyun Hotel."

Zhao Daming was taken aback and looked at him in the rearview mirror: "What are you going there for? I just heard from the police that there was a shooting there this afternoon, people died, and it's been sealed off!"

"Shooting?"

A subtle, enigmatic smile curved the corners of Zhang Cheng's lips.

"Jiaxing is indeed getting more and more lively."

He said casually, "Since it's under lockdown, let's just find somewhere to stay."

...

At the same time, at the Honghuo Grand Hotel.

Because the Guoyun Hotel was sealed off, Li Yuanyuan brought eight business owners from the Funing County Chamber of Commerce to this place.

Inside the hall, members of the "Jiaxing New Chamber of Commerce," mainly businessmen from other places, had been waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing Li Yuanyuan and her group, they immediately came to greet them, but a lingering worry was evident in their expressions.

The news of Yan Bin being shot dead in public weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a boulder.

The hotel's security is several times greater than usual.

Li Yuanyuan, dressed in a tan wool coat, exuded a capable air. With a charming smile, she seemed unaffected and began introducing the two parties. Under her guidance, the atmosphere gradually warmed up.

...

Meanwhile, Zhang Cheng and his group settled down in an inconspicuous hotel.

Having just finished showering, Zhang Cheng dried his wet hair with a towel and said to Zhao Daming in the room, "Brother, come downstairs with me to make a phone call."

“Okay.” Zhao Daming didn’t think much of it and followed him to the hotel reception.

The call connected to Zhang Tian Garment Factory's office.

At this moment, Zhang Tian was all alone, nervously simmering mutton and drinking beer.

Since Zhang Cheng arrived in Jiaxing, he hasn't dared to step out of the factory gate. He's always on edge, seeing threats everywhere.

"I, Zhang Tian, ​​was right to have foresight!" He took a swig of beer, feeling relieved. "Zhang Cheng is a jinx. In just a few days, he's almost turned Jiaxing upside down! Even Yan Bin from the Jiaxing Gang is dead!"

He even felt that hiding in the factory wasn't safe enough, and was considering whether to go to Shanghai to avoid trouble.

"Ring ring—!"

The shrill ring of the telephone startled him.

Zhang Tian absentmindedly picked up the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

On the other end of the phone came a voice so calm it was unsettling.

"I am Zhang Cheng."

"Clang!"

Zhang Tian dropped the beer bottle in his hand to the ground, nearly scared out of his wits.

Why did that fiend call him?! Wasn't he supposed to be arrested? How did he get out?!

"Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang..." Zhang Tian stammered, his voice trembling, "You... you wanted to see me?"

"I am in room 302 of the Huanglongdong Hotel."

Zhang Cheng's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"You have half an hour to come see me."

You've already come out? Are you still able to stay in a hotel?

Zhang Tian's mind went blank. Just what kind of powerful background did this evil star have? How could a case involving more than a dozen lives just appear out of nowhere?

His eyes darted around, and he mustered his courage to tentatively ask, "Mr. Zhang, you see my factory is very busy right now... How about I visit you first thing tomorrow morning?"

Anyone who dares to associate with Zhang Cheng now is practically asking for trouble!

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Zhang Cheng smiled.

The laughter was soft, yet it made Zhang Tian's blood seem to freeze.

"Zhang Tian."

"Guess who's next to die?"