“It’s no use talking about this now,” He Songling analyzed. “Judging from the current situation, Zhan Jingting must have guessed our route, and A Cai has already told him our whereabouts, which is why he set up an ambush in advance. In that case, all our other whereabouts are useless.”
“I told you long ago, Ah Cai knows too much, we can’t let him live. These places were all hard-won by me, and now he’s destroyed them all!” The masked man slowly closed his eyes. “Now that things have come to this, tell me what countermeasures you have.”
"Boss, my strategy is to strike at the heart of the problem!" the subordinate said indignantly. "Kill Zhan Jingting and Qiao Wanwan to avenge all our fallen brothers!"
"You'd better shut up!" He Songling scolded. "I'll say it again, if killing those two were that easy, I wouldn't need you here!"
The subordinate dared not contradict him and could only ask, "Then, Brother He, what do you suggest we do?"
“My opinion is that as long as we’re alive, we can always rebuild,” He Songling said, looking at the fire in front of him. “We’re no match for Zhan Jingting right now, so we need to find a place to rest and recuperate and start a new plan.”
The subordinate curled his lip and muttered, "Brother He, don't take offense, but I think your behavior is just cowardly..."
“If King Goujian of Yue could endure hardship and humiliation, why can’t we?” He Songling frowned and said coldly, “Of course, if you want to die, I will not stop you, but I will not accompany you. I have no intention of dying so unjustly.”
"Brother He, what are you saying?" the subordinate said discontentedly. "To die for the boss, how can you say it's an unjust death? It's what we should do!"
He Songling gave a cold laugh and didn't respond.
"Boss, say something!" the subordinate said anxiously. "What does Brother He mean by this? Does he not want to continue working for you?"
The masked man grabbed a piece of firewood and threw it at him, yelling, "Who taught you to sow discord!"
The subordinate trembled in fear, "Boss, I didn't..."
"Do you think I wouldn't be able to tell whether you're good or bad?" the masked man roared. "Listen up, Songling represents me. You all have to listen to him just as much as you listen to me. Anyone who dares to disrespect him again will be shot dead. Do you understand?"
The subordinate shrank back in fear. "I heard you, boss... Brother He, I'm sorry, I take back what I just said."
He Songling ignored him.
The masked man said, "Songling is right. Especially in times like these, we must remain calm, or we will only die at Zhan Jingting's hands."
"Boss, have you forgotten that we still have Cheng Zaozao in our hands? If we don't make use of such a hostage, are we just going to return her to Qiao Wanwan?"
"Cheng Zaozao..." the masked man said with a sneer, "Such a valuable item should naturally be put to good use..."
“Cheng Zaozao really needs to be used properly.” He Songling’s eyes were full of a cold smile. “We lost so many brothers this time, and the casualties were so heavy. We must settle this score.”
“In my opinion, if we leave this time and find a secluded place to regroup, Zhan Jingting won’t be able to find us. Since that’s the case, we don’t need to keep Cheng Zaozao as a hostage. The Golden Triangle is the best place to deal with her. Let her live, but let her live a life worse than death, so that we can take revenge on Qiao Wanwan.”
"Aren't freak shows very popular now? Her face is perfect for being used as a subject of art."
"Good idea." The masked man smirked. "By the time Qiao Wanwan finds her, her dearest sister will have been turned into a beautifully crafted human pig. Her expressions will be quite vivid; I'm really curious to see them..."
......
For some reason, Qiao Wanwan has been restless ever since the day the accident happened.
The deaths of her two bodyguards weighed heavily on her mind, and she fell ill immediately.
Zhan Jingting planned to have her return to the capital to recuperate.
"No." Qiao Wanwan refused. "I'm worried about you being here. I want to stay here and watch over you. Jingting, don't worry, I won't hold you back. You see, I held back from getting out of the car that day. I'll also recover as soon as possible. I don't need you to take care of me."
"Wanwan, it's not that I'm afraid you'll hold me back, nor am I afraid of taking care of you." Zhan Jingting touched her pale face. "Fine, you've always been stubborn, I won't force you. Then you should drink your medicine obediently."
"Okay." Qiao Wanwan drank the warm medicine. "Jingting, you go ahead and do your thing. I'll rest here by myself and won't wander off."
"There's nothing much to be busy with."
Qiao Wanwan choked up, "Have all the funeral arrangements been made?"
"The body has been transported back to the capital. We will hold a funeral for them after we finish our business here."
"Hmm," Qiao Wanwan asked, "Do they still have relatives?"
"No, the Zhan family has a tradition for generations of people to sponsor orphanages and select talented orphans from them for targeted training to provide manpower for each generation's successor."
“I understand,” Qiao Wanwan said. “For example, Jiang Dong was selected from the orphanage and trained by the Zhan family.”
"yes."
Qiao Wanwan nodded. "No wonder he is so loyal to you. Without the Zhan family's support, I'm afraid even with his great talent, he wouldn't have been able to develop it in the orphanage."
"The Zhan family invests a lot of manpower and resources in training people, but correspondingly, they also suffer more. For example, bodyguards must undergo the most rigorous training and must have outstanding skills in at least one area to be qualified to protect me. Not to mention Jiang Dong, who is my special assistant, is an all-round talent selected from among thousands."
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