Taihu Li residential area.
This place is quite famous in Jiaxing, after all, commercial housing is rare nowadays, and residential communities with walls and security guards are even rarer.
Zhang Cheng parked his car at the street corner a hundred meters away, ignored Dao Ge, and walked straight into the residential area.
Brother Dao huddled in the car, watching Zhang Cheng's figure disappear into the night, his heart pounding with anxiety.
Jiang Jingtang's address was obtained from Lao San, so that if something really happened to Jiang Jingtang, Lao San would be the first person he would think of.
"This is a big problem..." Brother Dao grinned, raising his hand to tap his forehead. "How about we go find Young Master Gao for some fresh air?"
Zhang Cheng easily scaled the wall.
According to the address given by Brother Dao, it's unit 6, room 602.
He quickly made his way downstairs.
I looked up at the drainpipe outside the corridor. These days, houses don't have security windows and the design isn't very sophisticated. Climbing into the drainpipe is a piece of cake.
Zhang Cheng was agile and quickly climbed up the pipes into the bathroom.
The room was deathly silent.
He squinted, using the dim light coming in from the window to examine himself, then quietly walked out of the bathroom, through the living room, and to the door of a bedroom.
Gently turn the doorknob, and a crack is revealed.
Guest room.
He turned and walked toward another door.
Inside the bedroom.
Jiang Jingtang suddenly opened his eyes, and a dark figure was standing by the bed.
His pupils constricted sharply, and his voice trembled: "Brother! The money, the money is all in my clothes, don't hurt me!"
Zhang Cheng stared at Jiang Jingtang, who was lying upright on the bed, his voice icy: "The treasury bonds, did you send people to rob them?"
Zhang Tian's man?
Jiang Jingtang's breath hitched, his eyes darting around: "Brother, whatever Zhang Tian gave you, I'll double it!"
"Besides you, who else?"
"No, that's all!" Jiang Jingtang's breathing became more and more rapid. "Brother, when you're out in the game, isn't it all about making money? 100,000, I'll give you 100,000!"
"Really gone?"
"It's really gone!"
"Whoosh!"
A flash of cold light appeared, and Zhang Cheng thrust his right-hand military dagger straight at Jiang Jingtang's heart.
Jiang Jingtang was shocked and leaned back, grabbing the blanket to cover himself.
Zhang Cheng pressed down hard on the end of the knife handle with his left hand, and his knees sank slightly.
"puff!"
The military dagger easily pierced the blanket, and with its momentum, it plunged deep into Jiang Jingtang's abdomen.
"ah!"
A scream tore through the night sky.
Zhang Cheng pressed forward, covering his head completely with the blanket and holding him down firmly.
Jiang Jingtang writhed and struggled wildly under the covers... then gradually fell silent.
Zhang Cheng remained motionless, maintaining the pressing posture.
Three or four minutes later, he let go, got up, and left the room.
A few minutes later, the blanket on the bed suddenly moved.
The blanket was pulled back, revealing Jiang Jingtang's face as pale as paper, gasping for breath, blood gushing from the wound in his abdomen.
He clutched his wound tightly with one hand, his face contorted in pain, and stumbled towards the study.
He rushed into the study, grabbed the phone on the table, and dialed a number with trembling fingers.
The call was answered quickly.
"Zhang Tian isn't dead! He sent men to kill me! I'm injured, bring your men quickly!"
"Waaah!"
A large hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind.
Zhang Cheng remained expressionless, raised his military dagger with a backhand, and precisely stabbed Jiang Jingtang in the back of the neck.
Jiang Jingtang's eyes were wide open, his pupils filled with regret and despair.
"Hello? Hello!"
An anxious shout came from the microphone that had fallen onto the table.
Zhang Cheng picked up the microphone and said calmly, "You're next."
He remembered the number Jiang Jingtang had dialed earlier.
Zhang Cheng drew his military dagger and left the study.
Zhou Long, Jiang Jingtang. That's two.
The overwhelming killing intent in his chest dissipated considerably.
Inside the car, Brother Dao smelled the strong stench of blood on Zhang Cheng and saw the dark bloodstains on his cotton-padded jacket. He felt his scalp tingle and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Zhang Cheng didn't say a word, started the Santana, and drove onto the national highway.
More than half an hour later, the car stopped near the national highway toll station.
Zhang Cheng glanced at Dao Ge, whose face was deathly pale, and said calmly, "Remember, you haven't seen me tonight."
"I've got it! Master Zhang, I've got it!" Brother Dao's voice trembled.
"go back."
"Okay, okay!" Brother Dao shakily pushed open the car door.
Watching the Santana speed away, Brother Dao's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
After a long while, he finally recovered and staggered toward the small house not far away.
"Bang!"
Brother Dao burst through the door.
His men, who were bored and listless inside, were startled when they saw him like this.
Brother Dao rushed to the table, grabbed the ceramic kettle, and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water.
"Brother Dao, where did you go? We've been looking for you for ages!" one of his men asked.
Brother Dao slammed the kettle down, took a deep breath, glanced at everyone, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:
"Just now, I think I saw the cops checking the night, so I hid from them."
The crowd looked at each other, half believing and half doubting.
On the national highway.
Zhang Cheng maintained a steady speed of 90 km/h.
It's not that I don't want to exterminate them all, but continuing the search would waste too much time.
Staying in Jiaxing is too risky.
I've memorized that number; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
Moreover, that one sentence on the phone was enough to keep the other person up at night for a while.
They remained silent the entire way.
It's 1:30 a.m.
The Santana arrived at the clothing store on South Street.
Sure enough, there was a truck and a Santana parked outside the store.
Zhang Jianhao and the others were waiting anxiously when they saw the car arrive, and they immediately surrounded it.
"Brother, how is it?"
"Brother, are you alright?"
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