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Chapter 678 Getting Engaged (4)

Chapter 678: Chapter 678 Getting Engaged (4)

Ye Chenghong watched his cherished disciple walk away with a smile, his face full of fondness and contentment, which soon turned into deep concern.

He lifted his head, gazing toward the dark clouds gathering outside with a heavy sigh.

Decades of grievances, such a sin!

At the Xuandu City Police Headquarters prison, Wang Jianwen, the former chairman of the Fulin Group, resided here. Everyone thought Wang Jianwen was finished and had offended Xuanjin Yu Jade and that mysterious chairman, conjecturing he’d probably spend the rest of his life locked up. However, one day, news broke out from Xuandu prison—Wang Jianwen had escaped!

An Yiqing was startled when she heard this news.

Escaped? Who exactly is behind Jianwen with such immense power that they could help someone escape from the Xuandu Police Headquarters prison?

"Hey, Afeng, Wang Jianwen has escaped. Find him and keep a close watch on him to see where he wants to go and who he wants to meet!"

"Yes, Miss," An Zhifeng immediately responded.

In a villa in the Xuandu Suburbs, a pitch-black room devoid of any light. Thick, heavy curtains sealed the windows tight. A slightly hunched figure sat on a large sofa, appearing rather thin.

In front of this shadowed figure, a tall man stood with his waist slightly bent, respectfully silent.

"Wang Jianwen has successfully escaped from prison?" A hoarse voice sounded.

"Yes, Master. Following your instructions, we managed to get Wang Jianwen out through multiple checkpoints," the man in black standing before him reported.

"Good. Before Wang Jianwen got out, did he say anything he shouldn’t have in prison?" The hoarse voice, somewhat sinister, inquired faintly.

"Master, no. Wang Jianwen had been pleading in prison to meet with someone outside, but he never said who. He probably didn’t dare to reveal it. However, it later escalated, and our inside man in the police blocked him, keeping it hidden until now. Master, now that he has escaped, he will probably come to find you next," the man in black bowed slightly and asked softly, "What would you like to do?"

"Heh, what else can we do? Wang Jianwen is now nothing more than a failure, more trouble than he’s worth. For his selfish desires, he lost control of the Fulin Group, benefiting a minor Xuanjin Yu Jade. No use keeping such a wastrel alive. Kill him!" The hoarse voice was light, showing no remorse for the life about to be extinguished.

"Yes, Master. It shall be as you command," the man in black bowed deeply and silently withdrew.

It was already past eight o’clock at night, and in March in Xuandu City, darkness began to set in earlier. But at a little past eight, the night was still immensely dark.

A lush grove in a wealthy area behind the Xuandu Suburbs, where branches were beginning to turn green and foliage was becoming dense, was deserted and rarely visited.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps grew from a distance, increasing in pace. The urgency and slight panic and tension in the steps were palpable.

In the eerie darkness of the night, the clear moonlight enveloped the entire grove. What should have been a mysteriously gentle illumination became chillingly desolate and foreboding on the gnarled branches above.

The frantic footsteps drew closer when, all of a sudden, a figure—neither tall nor slim but somewhat portly—hurriedly ran into the moonlit area.

In the dim light, the person’s face gradually emerged. It was Wang Jianwen!

Perhaps due to the torment of his prison life, Wang Jianwen’s once round figure had slimmed down considerably, his complexion taking a turn for the worse. His previously shrewd, rodent-like eyes now betrayed defeat, panic, and desperation.

Desperate, he ran on, constantly looking back as if trying to escape someone.

Suddenly, he tripped and, caught off guard, tumbled to the ground in a sprawl.

He struggled to his feet, ignoring the pain as he lumbered desperately forward. But the people behind him did not afford him this opportunity.

A swift shadow passed by, and Wang Jianwen’s steps halted abruptly.

Before him stood a tall man, clothed in black, with a lifeless gaze. The man seemed more like a machine than a human.

"Don’t—don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!" Wang Jianwen pleaded in agony as he stumbled backward, his face ashen, sweat beading his forehead.

But the man in black, as if deaf, ignored Wang Jianwen’s cries for help and pleas, moving forward mechanically, one large step at a time.

Under the peculiar moonlight, the man’s robotic strides were rhythmic, each step measuring the exact same distance—precise to the millimeter!

With a thump, Wang Jianwen fell back onto the ground, overcome by the cold gaze of the man before him, his will to fight completely vanquished.

Hand raised, knife fell.

Suddenly a flash of light, and the knife in the man in black’s hand grazed Wang Jianwen’s throat and flew off into the night!