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Seeing this situation, Hong Guang let out a cry of despair. He never expected that Zhang Yang had such deep enmity with Boss Lady. With more than a dozen submachine guns surrounding him, no matter how skilled Zhang Yang was, he would be turned into a sieve. It seemed that today, his life would be lost here.
Zhang Yang glanced at the expression on Hong Guang's face and said to Boss Lady, "Let Hong Guang go; he has nothing to do with this."
Boss Lady sneered coldly, "Killing one is the same as killing two. Am I supposed to let him go so he can report me?"
"Sister Yao, are you really so stubborn?" Zhang Yang fixed his gaze on Boss Lady and shouted sharply.
Upon hearing the name "Sister Yao," everyone was taken aback. Boss Lady seemed momentarily stunned. "Since you once saved me, I'll give you a chance. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, I'll take care of them after you die."
Zhang Yang suddenly burst into loud laughter, his voice piercing and causing discomfort to everyone's ears.
The laughter continued, and Boss Lady became somewhat annoyed by it.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang crossed his hands and drew a circle in the air. Then, with a powerful motion, he thrust his palms outward along the circular trajectory!
A chilling wave of energy instantly surrounded the hands of the dozen or so gunmen. They felt their fingers stiffen uncontrollably, and the submachine guns they held clattered to the ground!
Immediately afterward, Zhang Yang raised his hands to the sky with a shake, releasing a wave of intense energy that radiated outward in a circular motion, knocking the gunmen to the ground!
With the blue layer of Strange Soul integrated into him, his spiritual power surged like an ocean, wave after wave, resembling a massive whirlpool—endless and boundless.
And Zhang Yang stood at the center of this ocean, the focal point of the whirlpool's primal force, controlling the direction of his spiritual power.
Blue was indeed the color of the sea. The heart of the ocean, the source of spiritual power!
Boss Lady and Hong Guang were completely stunned. This was simply a small universe!
Zhang Yang stopped his movements and let out a light breath. "You are truly stubborn. I advise you to think it over, let go of your hatred, and consider the feeling of happiness." Zhang Yang shook his head with a sigh and got up to leave. Hong Guang also stood up, glancing at Boss Lady as he murmured softly, "To take Boss Lady's head among a dozen gunmen is like taking something from a bag..."
Boss Lady watched Zhang Yang's departing figure without moving, but her eyes clearly revealed her unwillingness.
A dozen subordinates swayed and stood up, and Boss Lady waved her hand impatiently. In the room, only Viper and Blue Tiger remained.
"He is not an ordinary person," Blue Tiger said softly.
"Of course! If he were an ordinary person, could he have walked away so easily?" Viper spat.
"What I mean is, his power is no longer human strength," Blue Tiger continued.
"Is he a ghost?" Viper suddenly shivered.
"Have you heard of Spiritual Energy?" Blue Tiger asked calmly, turning to Boss Lady.
"Are you talking about cultivation?" Before Boss Lady could respond, Viper immediately asked.
"Very likely! He is so young, how could he possess such spiritual power? Moreover, this person's background is quite complicated. I suspect he has suffered some blow and has hidden himself in Shazhou." Thinking of the Divine Herb King’s residence, Blue Tiger couldn't help but shiver again.
"No matter what, this deep-seated hatred cannot be left unresolved!" Boss Lady suddenly stood up and walked out alone. Blue Tiger watched her back, opened his mouth but didn't say anything. Viper patted Blue Tiger on the shoulder, "This is a difficult choice; we should act accordingly." With that, he also walked out.
Blue Tiger shook his head and suddenly made a firm decision.
After Viper left, he caught up with Boss Lady. The car started, and in an unusual move, Boss Lady did not sit in the back seat but took the passenger seat instead. The driver was also informed to leave, and Viper began to drive.
"What kind of person can deal with him?" Boss Lady suddenly asked, her gaze fixed ahead, the bright lights along the roadside glaring, and the distant neon flickering unpredictably.
"Ordinary assassins probably won't do," Viper replied slowly.
Boss Lady remained silent, listening intently. "We might need someone from Dao Gate. In the past, I didn't believe in these supernatural things, but now I have no choice but to believe," Viper continued. "However, this might take some time. Nowadays, there are many who pretend to have skills, but few actually do."
"Start preparing. This person is not just an enemy; he will also be a stumbling block for our business and must be eliminated. Let me know how much it costs at any time," Boss Lady said before closing her eyes and leaning back in her seat.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang stood silently by the banks of the Dasha River, watching the flowing water in silence. Although the Dasha River had little sand, it was a large river that ran through Shazhou City. Both banks had long been developed into scenic areas with weeping willows swaying gently and beautifully crafted stone railings.
Hong Guang quietly offered a cigarette.
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility; some things you cannot escape," Hong Guang said as he lit his own cigarette, gazing at the quietly flowing river. "I once avoided things just like you."
Ten years ago, a young man full of vigor graduated from Yanjing University’s journalism department and entered Tianfu Daily. As a top student from Yanjing University, he expected a warm welcome from his superiors but ended up reporting alone to the human resources department and was assigned to Shazhou Journalist Station.
The station chief was as dark as coal and a difficult character to deal with. The young man was quite talented but overly ambitious. The chief made things difficult for him, assigning him menial tasks every day—tasks that were trivial like noting that a street suddenly had a few more trash bins or that a perfectly good lightbox had been stolen.
Frustrated, the young man began seeking out significant stories on his own. He discovered a cluster of illegal villas on Shanzhou's Phoenix Ridge—standard three-no products (no license, no inspection, no approval). Excitedly, he investigated for a week and quickly wrote up two pages of articles.
After his article was published, it attracted attention from higher-ups in the province who ordered an immediate investigation. However, one night, members of the Phoenix Ridge Village Committee invited the station chief and the young man for a discussion. When they met with their subjects of reporting to explain the situation, it turned out to be an ordinary matter.
Unexpectedly, they ended up in a very upscale hotel. The young man had poor alcohol tolerance and was soon intoxicated by a group of people who took turns pouring drinks for him. The next day he woke up naked in the hotel room next to an alluring woman. He hurriedly dressed and fled the room to call the station chief only to be told, "Hurry to the newspaper; you've been reported."
In the conference room, the leaders sat upright, while the members of the Village Committee passionately claimed that the young man had deliberately written negative reports and then demanded money. There were videos and photos; the young man was red-faced from drinking, clutching two bundles of red bills handed to him by others, along with some indecent footage taken in a hotel room.
"Yesterday he invited me to dinner and said there were great benefits and good profits. I was busy with work and firmly refused him, reminding him not to pursue it further. I never expected this to happen!" the station chief of Black Charcoal said with righteous indignation, feeling frustrated. The young man suddenly felt dizzy and pointed at the station chief and the members of the Village Committee, saying, "You clearly met with me last night."
"We definitely did not meet with your station chief," the members of the Village Committee replied in unison.
The final outcome was that the young man was dismissed and was also suspected of fabricating false news and extortion, leading to an investigation by public security authorities. Although he ultimately did not receive a prison sentence, the blow was indeed devastating.
The young man from back then is now Hong Guang. After this incident, Hong Guang fell into despair, doing odd jobs to make money, including writing low-quality literature. Once he had money, he spent it all on alcohol. After a year, the once vibrant young man had turned into a scruffy drunkard.
As Hong Guang spoke, it seemed as if he had returned to that time; a sharp pain surged in his heart, causing him to instinctively clutch his chest.
"However, you are more capable than I am; the things you encounter may be more complicated than mine. But escaping is really not a solution," Hong Guang gasped and said loudly.
"What made you regain your spirit?" Zhang Yang asked calmly, the flickering cigarette butt reflecting his thoughts, wavering uncertainly.
"It was my wife. She was a cashier at a supermarket at that time. Every time I went to buy alcohol, she would advise me to drink less and remember to eat after drinking," Hong Guang recounted. "Then one time, I opened a bottle of alcohol right outside the supermarket and started drinking. As a result, I suffered from a sudden gastric hemorrhage. She, being a frail woman, managed to carry me onto a taxi and took me to the hospital."
"She must have been a beautiful woman," Zhang Yang interjected softly.
"To me, she is the most beautiful. We spent a wonderful year together," Hong Guang said. "I don't know what I owe to fate; a year later, she died in a car accident. Do you know what her last words to me were?"
Zhang Yang turned around without speaking but looked into Hong Guang's eyes.
Tears shimmered in Hong Guang's eyes as he recalled her words: "She said to live well for her sake. She was an ordinary woman whose biggest dream was to open a restaurant. She even thought of a name for it: 'One-Pin Fragrant Preserved Meat.'"
As Hong Guang spoke, his voice choked with emotion.
Zhang Yang turned his head and patted Hong Guang's shoulder. "I always thought it was strange."
"Strange about what?" Hong Guang began to sob softly.
"Strange that you could come up with such a delicate name," Zhang Yang replied. "Actually, I had already been thinking about the issue of escape when I left the Inn for the hotel."
"To live well," Hong Guang raised his head. "Sometimes we live not just for ourselves..."
A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river surface, and then a splash echoed as someone fell into the water. Just as Zhang Yang and Hong Guang were about to go over to check, two fierce-looking men approached.
"It's Maregebi. It's not easy to run into someone by the river on such a cold day, and they actually jumped in," said one Square-Faced Man.
"Hey, there are two people ahead who seem to be dressed quite well," pointed out the other Long-Faced Man, indicating Zhang Yang and Hong Guang.
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