Part 3
“The Shi family’s leadership position is unquestionable,” Leon said slowly. “Or rather, Shi Ye’s position as heir is unstable, and he can no longer control the people at the garrison.”
“…”
“Combining all these factors, the person who set this trap for Wen Rong is obvious.”
Zhou Xie took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes hard. “Does Wang Sichen have connections with people in the Outer District?”
“Given Wen Rong’s current social status and connections, without Wang Sichen as a backer, no one would dare touch him.”
“If I were Wang Sichen, I would definitely get involved in this event. But since I want to kill Wen Rong, I would have my subordinates beat him half to death first. After the rescue is successful, I’d let Wen Rong stay in the ICU for a few days, then announce a failed resuscitation. That way, I win the people’s hearts and kill Wen Rong.”
Leon was silent for a moment, then asked, “What is the probability of me taking bodyguards to rescue Wen Rong right now?”
“There are some of my dad’s people in the District Government. Take them with you.”
After speaking, Zhou Xie put his glasses back on. He paced around the table like a headless fly, muttering, “What exactly is the connection between Wang Sichen and the Outer District?”
It was power-cut time, yet inside the brightly lit headquarters, everyone was so bored they had started playing cards.
Time could grind down everything in the world.
These people’s aggressive momentum and killing intent had all been worn away in this short hour.
Wen Rong found it amazing too. Why couldn’t they last even an hour?
Maybe this was what Dr. Li meant by ordinary people. Not that impressive; their willpower was so low they couldn’t even last ten minutes.
This worked in his favor.
Now was when they were most lax.
“I’ve finished writing.”
Wen Rong put down the pen and carefully observed his surroundings.
Zhang Yong walked over yawning, preparing to pick up the written ledger—
Thwack!
The pencil stabbed straight into the back of his hand.
In the instant intense pain struck, his hand was yanked with immense force, tearing a terrifying hole in the flesh.
Zhang Yong screamed: “Ah—”
While the group was distracted by Zhang Yong, Wen Rong nimbly vaulted over Zhang Yong’s body. In two or three steps, he rushed in front of the old man, smashed a teacup, and pressed a sharp shard against the neck that looked like nothing but tree bark.
His speed was so fast that none of the relaxed men noticed.
By the time they reacted and someone from the side reached out to grab Wen Rong, Wen Rong raised his watch. With a bang, the man fell stiffly, a bloody hole instantly appearing in his chest.
“What weapon is that?”
“Let go of Gong Ye.”
Wen Rong applied pressure, the shard cutting a bloody line on Gong Ye’s neck.
“You, you, you, stop.”
As the leader of this group, Gong Ye possessed a calmness distinct from the others. He didn’t fear Wen Rong’s actions; instead, he asked coolly, “Do you think you can escape just by capturing me?”
Wen Rong: “Everyone scatter. Untie the two kids and the two adults, and let them stand behind me.”
“Don’t try anything, or you’ll end up like the one on the floor.”
Fortunately, although the Shi family sold arms, they hadn’t lost their humanity. While the Outer District was chaotic, it hadn’t reached the point where guns were rampant.
All the men stepped back in unison. The released Dr. Li and the other three ran behind Wen Rong.
In that instant, Wen Rong, who had studied micro-expressions, keenly sensed the men’s expressions shift from panic to composure.
These vulgar men really couldn’t hide their schadenfreude; it was seen through at a glance.
Something was wrong.
Some detail must have been missed.
Why were they suddenly not afraid of Gong Ye getting hurt?
“Wen Rong, you—”
Wen Rong turned around and raised his watch. Bang! Dr. Li’s arm was instantly blasted with a bloody hole.
Dr. Li’s eyes went wide as she looked down sluggishly at her arm.
Flesh turned outward, the arm dyed red with blood. Clatter. A syringe fell out of her blood-dripping sleeve.
He missed.
If he had looked back a moment earlier, he might have killed her.
Dr. Li was in disbelief. “Wen Rong, you… why…”
Wen Rong: “In that moment just now, I suddenly realized you are very much like someone I know.”
Like Zhou Xie.
Extremely like him.
Everything she said made sense—unable to fit in, the disparity, the torture… every sentence was real. But when these words entered the brain, aside from adding distress, they served no purpose.
It was more like a form of self-brainwashing.
Because of this or that reason, they felt justified in doing very bad things.
Wen Rong was currently in danger and habitually guarded against everyone. Once he peeled Dr. Li away from the labels of “Savior” and “Understanding Big Sister,” he found she was full of holes.
The only doctor within a hundred miles, behavior similar to Zhou Xie, familiar with the scandal between him and Shi Ye on Blue Book… The key was that she was familiar with Blue Book. Seeing so much luxury and debauchery on Blue Book, how could she be content staying in a place like the Outer District?
Whether due to pain or hatred, Dr. Li’s eyes were bloodshot. “You promised I wouldn’t get hurt! You swore!”
“But you wanted to harm me.”
“I saved you too!”
Wen Rong aimed at the only room. “Open the door to that room.”
“Ha—” Dr. Li finally stopped pretending. Her twisted features showed a hint of madness. “Even if you go in, I won’t let you go.”
“I’m going in.”
Dr. Li: “Zhang Yong, grab those three. If he doesn’t let Uncle Gong go, kill them all.”
Wen Rong looked calm. “Actually, I’ve only known them for a few days. You know them a bit better.”
Dr. Li clearly hadn’t expected Wen Rong to say such a thing; her eyes bulged.
Wen Rong continued, “I’m very grateful you stitched me up. I know you are in pain. When a person isn’t thoroughly bad, but not thoroughly good either, they wander in the gray area. While doing evil, they brainwash themselves that it’s all out of necessity to appease their conscience, only to be manipulated by that meager amount of conscience.”
“I still admire the four adults at the welfare institute more. They firmly chose to be good people.”
“You—”
“Deal with those three however you want.”
Anyway, Wen Rong believed Dr. Li would absolutely not kill them.
She wasn’t bad enough.
“You—”
Wen Rong ignored her again, forcibly dragging Uncle Gong toward the room. Several times Uncle Gong tried to resist, but Wen Rong pinned him down.
An old man controlling so many lunatics must have been a ruthless character in his youth. Afraid of mistakes, Wen Rong had specifically used System Points the moment he made his move.
Now, even if Lin Jinghang exchanged points to come over, he would have the strength to pin him down.
Luckily, while these people disregarded human life, they weren’t a high-IQ criminal syndicate. After catching him, they brought him to “Headquarters.” The adjacent room was where this Uncle Gong slept and worked.
Wen Rong first found some clothes and used the sleeves to tie Uncle Gong tightly to a chair. Then he pushed the bed to block the door dead tight.
“Capturing me is useless. If pushed too far, they’ll kill me along with you. Better to use me as a hostage to escape.”
Wen Rong finally found a thin piece of clothing suitable for stuffing into a mouth and forced it into Uncle Gong’s mouth, gagging him.
He could indeed escape.
But he had never thought about escaping.
From the moment he contacted Wang Sichen, he had made his decision: even if he died, he would find what Uncle Gong and the others were trading.
It must be the reason President Zhou sent him here, and the thing the four adults at the welfare institute risked their lives to obtain.
Wen Rong checked the desk immediately. Several drawers were locked and didn’t open when tugged.
Uncle Gong looked composed.
Wen Rong took a deep breath and pulled hard—
Crack.
The lock hung on the connecting piece of the desk surface; the drawer opened, broken.
Uncle Gong: “…”
This was strength capable of taking down the world’s second-ranked professional tennis player, Zhao Zeyang.
At this moment, Wen Rong grudgingly acknowledged Zhao Zeyang’s status.
Inside the drawer lay a laptop. In Wen Rong’s memory, Wang Sichen’s secretary had one too.
His premonition grew stronger. All the secrets were inside.
Opening the laptop, there was a lock—
Very luckily, it was face unlock.
Technology had stagnated these years. To make their products more competitive, IT companies upgraded from password locks to fingerprint locks, then from fingerprint locks to face unlock… Clearly, this was a “high-tech product.”
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