Chapter 83 In Your Name, I Will Follow My Path
As Bai Shu brushed past Lu Jingyan, he did not turn around.
The high heels clicked on the floor with a crisp, rhythmic "tap, tap".
The thugs Zheng Kai sent immediately followed, surrounding her and forming an impenetrable human wall, blocking the gaze from behind that seemed to burn through her back.
Until I got into the car parked at the welfare home, the heavy door slammed shut, completely cutting me off from everything outside.
Su Wantang instantly shed all pretense, her whole body seemingly stripped of its bones, and she leaned heavily against the soft leather seat in the back.
She raised her hand and realized that her fingertips were still trembling slightly from lingering fear and extreme tension.
Just now, if she had taken one wrong step or given the wrong look, Lu Jingyan's gun might have gone off accidentally.
The madness and grief in that man's eyes were genuine.
Su Wantang closed her eyes, forcibly suppressing the surging bitterness in her heart. She couldn't accept it; now was not the time.
The driver was Zheng Kai's confidant, a taciturn man. When he saw "Miss Bai's" tired appearance in the rearview mirror, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
The car drove smoothly back to the Peace Hotel.
Inside the presidential suite on the top floor, Su Wantang had regained her composure as the shrewd and resourceful head of the Bai family, though her face still looked pale.
She immediately summoned Du Kangnian and Zheng Kai.
A huge map of Shanghai was spread out on an expensive Persian carpet.
“Lu Wenbo’s influence in Shanghai must be eradicated completely,” Su Wantang said calmly.
Her fingers, slender and long, with neatly trimmed nails, now resembled the sharpest knife, pointing directly at a very conspicuous spot on the map.
"Ocean Trading Company".
Du Kangnian and Zheng Kai's eyes narrowed simultaneously.
This company is Lu Wenbo's most core asset in Shanghai, a transit point for all his illicit transactions, and a front for money laundering. It also possesses valuable import and export rights.
“Zheng Kai,” Su Wantang looked at the man who was so subservient to her.
"Use all your connections and all your undercover agents. I want to find out the backgrounds, weaknesses, and all the shady dealings of all the senior executives of this company before dawn."
"Yes, Miss!" Zheng Kai nodded emphatically without any hesitation, then turned and left.
...
Chunlei Welfare Home, Director's Office.
Lu Jingyan was still standing there, the lead box in his hand was cold and heavy, but his fingertips seemed to still retain the thrilling tingling sensation when he touched Bai Zhu just now.
It's her...
It's not her...
This contradictory feeling was like two giant hands, frantically tearing at his reason.
He picked up the phone on the table, dialed an encrypted military line, and called the Lu family's old residence in Beijing.
When the call connected, Old Master Lu's aged yet powerful voice came from the other end.
"It's me." Lu Jingyan's voice was dry, like sandpaper being rubbed.
He didn't waste any words, only saying, "Grandpa, I've brought back something that can give the Lu family and the country an explanation. It will arrive in Beijing tonight."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the old man's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of excitement and ruthlessness: "Fine! I'll have the Air Force pick you up!"
After hanging up the phone, Li Hu walked in and reported in a low voice, "Boss, at the dock, Huo Sanniang and Wild Dog's men had a fierce battle. Huo Sanniang suffered heavy losses and withdrew. However... Huo Sanniang's men took the box containing the counterfeit goods."
Upon hearing this, Lu Jingyan's lips curled into a cold smile.
Huo San Niang, a ruthless and cunning female fiend of the Hongmen, will surely have her beautiful face contorted in disbelief when she discovers that the box she went through so much trouble to snatch back is empty.
At that time, her anger will undoubtedly be directed at the woman who calls herself "Bai Shu".
“Investigate,” Lu Jingyan said, his eyes like a bottomless, icy pool.
“Investigate the timeline of her appearances in Shanghai, her connection to the Peace Hotel, everything about her—search every inch of the place, even if it means digging three feet into the ground!”
"Yes!" Li Hu accepted the order and quickly withdrew.
...
Night was falling.
At a secluded military airport in Shanghai, an unmarked military transport plane roared into the sky, piercing the night and disappearing into the direction of Shanghai, carrying the lead box that would determine the fate of countless people.
The top floor of the Peace Hotel remained brightly lit.
Four o'clock in the morning.
Zheng Kai is back. His eyes are bloodshot and he smells of travel, but his eyes are unusually excited.
A thick report was placed on Bai Zhu's desk.
"Young Miss, here's what you wanted."
Su Wantang opened the report and skimmed through it.
Zheng Kai's intelligence network is indeed ruthless and swift. From top to bottom, everyone in the Ocean Trading Company has been thoroughly exposed.
Her gaze eventually settled on a document.
General Manager, Wang Kun. Lu Wenbo's most loyal henchman, slick and ruthless, with connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles in Shanghai.
Such people are usually impeccable.
But a line of small print in the report made Bai Shu's lips slowly curl into a smile.
Wang Kun had a mistress and an eight-year-old illegitimate child in Hong Kong.
This is his real Achilles' heel.
Su Wantang tapped lightly on the table with her fingertips, making a "tap, tap" sound.
"Manager Du." She looked up.
Du Kangnian, who had been standing respectfully to the side, immediately stepped forward: "Young Miss, what are your orders?"
"Using the Bai family's connections overseas, I need to see photos of Wang Kun's precious son at school and his daily routine within an hour. Can you do that?"
Du Kangnian bowed slightly, his face displaying the confidence and composure of an old-fashioned butler: "Don't worry, Miss, half an hour will be enough."
It's almost dawn.
Ocean Trading Company, General Manager's Office.
Wang Kun didn't sleep all night. He had already received news of the incident at the welfare home, and he couldn't get through to his second uncle on the phone. A sense of impending doom made him restless.
He was frantically preparing for the impending storm.
"Ring ring ring—"
The shrill ring of the telephone in the office sent a shiver down his spine.
He took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and said in as calm a voice as possible, "Hello, who is this?"
On the other end of the phone came a young woman's voice, soft and with a hint of laughter, but it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Mr. Wang, how have you been?"
"Who...who are you?"
The woman chuckled softly, not answering his question, but instead slowly giving him an address in a casual, conversational tone.
"36 Repulse Bay Road, Hong Kong Island..."
Wang Kun's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints! That was the address of the place where he kept his mistress!
Before he could react, the woman's voice rang out again.
"Your son, Wang Xiaobao, should be in second grade this year, right? I heard he really likes playing soccer, and he goes to Victoria Park next to the school every afternoon at 4:30..."
"What exactly do you want?!"
Wang Kun's voice had been distorted by extreme fear; he was almost screaming.
The woman on the other end of the phone let out a soft, silvery laugh, a laugh that was sweet yet laced with deadly poison.
"Mr. Wang, don't be nervous. I'll be waiting for you on the top floor of the Peace Hotel. Let's have a chat."
"Tell me about your future."
"And...your son's future."
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