"I don't know yet." Wang Jin shook his head and said, "Liang Chenghu is in charge of the underworld in Jinling. He and his elder brother are one in the underworld and one in the legitimate world. The two of them have made Jinling like an iron barrel, and no one can get in."
"But judging from this guy's appearance, he seems to have a close relationship with Jin Zhihuan, otherwise he wouldn't have taken such a big risk to come here."
"What exactly is going on between him and Jin Zhihuan?" Ye Xingchen's expression sharpened.
“I don’t know. Our Xuan Yu Pavilion has very little information about Jinluo City. As for the Liang family of Jinling, we only know what’s out in the open.” Wang Jin shook his head and said, “Moreover, the second son of the Liang family seems to be connected with the Holy Curtain.”
"What is the relationship between Jinluo City and the Holy Curtain?" Ye Xingchen suddenly thought of this question.
“This… seems to be very close.” Wang Jin’s expression immediately turned serious: “What I know is that Jinluo City sends piglets to the Holy Curtain, which are donors for wealthy people to donate their hearts, lungs, or even blood.”
"Their relationship is quite extraordinary." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "I've heard that there's a powerful organization supporting Jinluo City behind the scenes, is that right?"
“Yes, it’s an extremely powerful organization. Even the Xuan Yu Pavilion knows very little about it. Moreover, this organization is very powerful, controlling the top financial groups in various countries around the world. Most of the hidden families in China are related to this organization,” Wang Jin said.
"What about the Holy Curtain? Who are its backers?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“I’m not too sure about that. Jinluo City is right on our country’s doorstep, so it’s a major threat. But the Saint Curtain is different. It’s a huge cruise ship that sails on the high seas all day long and almost never docks. It doesn’t pose much of a threat to us, and it’s also very mysterious, so we know very little about it.” Wang Jin shook his head.
“Then we can make a bold assumption,” Ye Xingchen said leisurely, “the forces behind the Holy Curtain and Jinluo City belong to the same force.”
"This..." Wang Jin was taken aback, Ye Xingchen's words made him fall into deep thought.
After thinking for a long time, he slowly raised his head, his expression becoming serious: "What you said is a possibility, it's just that we haven't thought of it before."
"Then let's go back and investigate this thoroughly." Ye Xingchen sighed and said, "We are a populous country, and the world's rich own nearly 80% of the world's wealth. They have endless money and untouchable power."
"What they fear most is birth, aging, sickness and death. In fact, at this point, birth, aging, sickness and death are not absolutely fair."
"I understand. I will investigate the truth as soon as I get back," Wang Jin said seriously.
“Your mission was actually completed long ago, and you could go back now.” Ye Xingchen glanced at Wang Jin with surprise: “Why are you still staying at the border?”
“I want to help you,” Wang Jin said. “Too many of my colleagues and friends have died in Jinluo City. Your goal is to destroy this city. If I help you, it’s a way of showing my respect to my fallen comrades.”
"There's no need for that. Don't forget there's someone waiting for you in Yanjing." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
“I know.” Wang Jin touched his nose and gave a wry smile. “The reason I haven’t gone back yet is because I don’t know how to face her.”
"You used to be a top agent in the Special Operations Department, and then you were specially recruited into Xuan Yu Pavilion." Ye Xingchen glanced at him and said, "A person like you should be as romantic as 007 in the movies, so how come you don't even know how to face a woman now?"
“Movies are just movies after all,” Wang Jin said with a wry smile. “In reality, people like us are nothing like the romantic characters in movies. We are infiltrating the enemy’s ranks, and we could encounter danger at any time.”
“Every day we rack our brains and exhaust our efforts for just one thing: to avoid being exposed.” He slowly stretched out his hands, looking at the calluses on them, and murmured, “These hands of mine are stained with the blood of too many people.”
"Several times, in order to avoid exposing myself, I had to send my former comrades-in-arms on their way. I don't know if I am still worthy of her now, I don't even know if I am still a human being."
Ye Xingchen fell silent. People like Wang Jin had endured far too much.
They are under immense mental pressure; their nerves are stretched taut like a string every day, and if they are not careful, that string will snap.
Year after year, they were under such immense mental pressure, which led to some mental abnormalities even after they retired. They became extremely sensitive to the slightest disturbance.
“There should be hospitals in China that specialize in post-traumatic stress disorder, specifically for people like you,” Ye Xingchen said. “After you go back, you can choose to stay there for a while and receive psychological treatment.”
“I have no psychological problems. In fact, if someone like me really has psychological problems, even a psychologist cannot help us get out of it,” Wang Jin said.
“There’s no need to feel any pressure. Even though your hands are stained with the blood of your comrades, they won’t blame you,” Ye Xingchen said. “In fact, they will be grateful to you. For someone who is loyal to the nation and the country, the mission is above all else.”
"And you should know that if they fall into enemy hands, their fate will only be worse."
"A person like you, who has given up his family and has no relatives or friends around him, is actually very noble just to maintain the stability of the nation. Don't feel any psychological pressure."
"That's all I can tell myself now," Wang Jin nodded slowly, though his tone was heavy.
“Go back. I don’t need your help here. I also guarantee that no one in Jinluo City will be able to escape,” Ye Xingchen said.
"I heard... you're going to massacre Jinluo City?" Wang Jin hesitated for a moment, then looked up and asked.
"The news spreads quite quickly," Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile. "Whether I slaughter Jinluo City or not depends on Jin Zhihuan's attitude."
"Of course, for a descendant of royalty and an exceptionally powerful expert at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, he has an extremely high opinion of himself and considers himself superior. So it's unrealistic to expect him to risk his life to come see me."
Ye Xingchen's tone gradually turned sinister: "Therefore, the most likely outcome for Jinluo City is that the city will be destroyed and its inhabitants will perish."
“Xuanyu Pavilion has actually been keeping an eye on Jinluo City for years because it is an unstable factor. They are too close to our country’s borders and have the support of Western forces behind them.” Wang Jin’s tone was somewhat agitated: “We want to take action against them, but we are afraid it will cause a chain reaction.”
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