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Qiao Qiang quickly became a shining star in the political arena of Heavenly Pride Nation thanks to the extensive coverage from major domestic media. Qiao Qiang himself was quite pleased with this effect, or rather, this effect was the result of his maneuvering. Of course, he did not need to personally handle everything; there were people to take care of it for him, and he only needed to humbly decline. However, all major media outlets remained silent about the true cause of Young Master Qiao's death. To present a positive and glorious image, many other things could be sacrificed, and everyone was well aware of this.
During this time, Qiao Qiang was sailing smoothly. The concerns he had were resolved satisfactorily, and he gained a reputation for being empathetic and incorruptible. This was what one might call a blessing in disguise. Qiao Qiang couldn't help but feel proud of his intelligence and adaptability. However, the only thing that puzzled him was that Shen Dahai had not taken any action against him during this period. Even his daughter, who was still trapped in the Longchuan detention center, had not been attempted to be rescued. Reports from the task force indicated that the case was becoming clearer, with sufficient evidence to conclude the investigation and hand it over to the prosecutor's office for indictment. Did Shen Dahai realize that he was powerless to change things and decide to give up? From what Qiao Qiang knew about Shen Dahai, he should not be that kind of person. But why was there no movement from him? Qiao Qiang couldn't figure it out, nor did he have time to think about it. As long as he could smoothly enter the Politburo this time, everything would no longer be a problem; it would be like having a lifelong protective talisman—only upward mobility would be possible.
According to the plan, tonight Qiao Qiang had an important task to accomplish. He had to do this task himself; although Smith-Tang repeatedly assured him that he would handle it well, he still couldn't bring himself to trust anyone. He didn't trust anyone, including Wang Jingwei, so a couple of days ago, he contacted a car rental company online and rented a Pulsar. The car pickup point was under the Ring Road Overpass. At seven o'clock in the evening, Qiao Qiang and He Zhixiang left their home, took a stroll in a nearby park for a while, then hailed a taxi straight to a small hotel. The hotel room had been booked by He Zhixiang two days prior. The couple entered the room and began changing clothes; both dressed in ordinary worker attire. Qiao Qiang even washed his usually neat hairstyle without using styling gel and put on a pair of cheap reading glasses. After doing all this, Qiao Qiang stood in front of the mirror and nodded in satisfaction at his reflection. He believed that if He Zhixiang hadn't known beforehand, she might not even recognize him.
After they finished getting ready, they left the small hotel and walked for a while before hailing another taxi. They got off two stops away from the overpass and wandered around nearby for a bit before heading under the overpass once they were sure no one was paying attention. They waited for about ten minutes under the overpass until an inconspicuous Pulsar drove up. Qiao Qiang approached, completed the rental procedures along with the deposit, and noticed that the driver looked at him strangely as he said, "You are quite peculiar; why did you choose such a place for pickup? Now I have to find my own way back."
Qiao Qiang quickly smiled and replied, "Sorry, sir! You see I'm just not very convenient here." He gestured toward He Zhixiang in the shadows with an expression that said "you understand."
The driver turned to look at He Zhixiang, teasingly said, "Hehehe... you are quite charming! At your age still playing around like a young person? Hehehe... interesting! I won't disturb you then. By the way, do you have a driver's license? Let me see it."
"Of course I have one; it's just in my bag," Qiao Qiang replied as he pulled out some cash from his pocket and handed it to the driver saying, "Sir, please hurry back; it will be hard to catch a cab later."
The driver squeezed the cash in his hand; feeling its weight indicated it could cover half a month's salary. He guessed that this person might not have a driver's license but thought that since it was late at night, traffic police would likely be off duty anyway—there shouldn't be any problems. So he pocketed the cash and said, "Right! It's late; it's hard to catch a cab in this godforsaken place! Alright then, drive carefully! Have fun!" He winked lewdly at Qiao Qiang. After the driver left, Qiao Qiang waved for He Zhixiang to come over before getting into the car and driving away.
In a house located in the western suburbs of Z City, a young man lay on his bed idly flipping through an outdated magazine while two fully armed foreigners sat nearby trimming their nails with multifunctional combat knives. After flipping through magazines for some time, the young man suddenly threw it far away and shouted loudly: "What kind of TMD days are these! Nothing is available! And I can't even go out! I can't take it anymore!"
The two foreigners continued trimming their nails without looking up and coldly replied: "Young Master Qiao, you need to understand your current identity; technically speaking, you are already dead now. What demands can a dead person make?"
The person lying on the bed was none other than Josen, who was officially declared dead but was actually alive. The one who died at Longchuan City First People's Hospital was merely an unfortunate scapegoat. It turned out that when Josen was last at the hospital, two individuals dressed in white lab coats burst in while holding two police officers who were guarding him hostage. After forcing them into the ward, one of them pointed a gun at the two officers while the other brought in someone with similar physical characteristics as Josen. They ordered both men to swap clothes; after changing outfits, they instructed that person to lie on the hospital bed before raising their knife and violently striking at his head multiple times until blood splattered everywhere. After several strikes, that person convulsed and stopped moving altogether while blood continued pouring out as they hacked away at his body—focusing particularly on his lower body—until it became unrecognizable mush.
Even someone like Josen, who had experienced many storms in life, felt chills run down his spine witnessing such brutal murder methods; human life meant nothing to them. Throughout this bloody process of killing, there wasn't even a flicker of emotion on their faces—this cruelty and indifference were simply beyond human comprehension.
The two police officers held at gunpoint were already stunned by such brutality; typically those assigned guard duties were among weaker members of their team—senior officers might not even have witnessed such scenes firsthand—let alone these two who could only watch helplessly as one man was brutally murdered before their eyes on that hospital bed. Once finished, one of those in lab coats told Josen to wait by the door while they calmly approached each officer and cut their carotid arteries with knives before leisurely exiting the ward and turning off lights behind them. They then placed Josen onto a mobile stretcher and wheeled him down corridors before taking him down via elevator and helping him exit through a side door where a vehicle awaited outside—just like that they effortlessly took Josen away.
Josen was very agitated after hearing that person's words. He shouted loudly, "So what if I'm dead! If I can only live my life like this, I'd rather be sentenced by them! At least that way I would have some time outside every day!"
"You want to die? That's easy. As long as you have the courage to step outside, I guarantee you'll get your wish soon enough, and it will create quite a stir. You can give it a try," one of them replied coldly.
"Why do you want to save me? Why do it this way? If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have needed your help at all. What I did isn't even a death penalty offense; they could only lock me up for a few days. But now, because of you, I might never see the light of day again! What do you mean by this? Why treat me like this?" Josen was becoming increasingly desperate, and as he yelled, he inadvertently moved his still-healing ribs, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
At that moment, a voice came from outside the room: "Hahaha... Mr. Qiao, don't be angry. It was my instruction for them to do this. If you want to blame someone, blame me!" Accompanying the voice, Smith-Tang pushed the door open and walked in.
Josen was not surprised by Smith-Tang's appearance; he had already anticipated that Smith-Tang arranged for someone to get him out of the hospital and set up that series of false pretenses. However, he did not understand why Smith-Tang would do this. His identity could no longer provide him with any protection; what benefit could Smith-Tang gain from such actions? Was it merely because of their cooperative relationship? That couldn't be true; his current situation could not assist him in smuggling arms. Surely there was some ulterior motive requiring his help. So Josen coldly asked, "Mr. Smith, can you tell me why? If you think I can still provide any assistance in business, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed because my current identity is that of a dead man. Do I still hold any value for you?"
"Mr. Qiao, that's a bit ungrateful. Aren't we friends? Shouldn't friends help each other?" Smith-Tang responded to Josen's words without anger, speaking in a friendly tone.
"Friends? Is this how you define mutual help among friends? You're just harming me; do you realize that? You've caused me to lose everything! You've made it so I can't even go home! You've forced me to live my life hiding away! Smith-Tang, if you have any schemes, just say them directly instead of pretending it's about friendship!" Josen decided to vent all the anger he had bottled up over the past few days. Ever since he learned that his testicles had been removed, Josen's mental state had been on the verge of collapse. Coupled with being cooped up in this small house while contemplating his situation and future, he could now be described as a mad dog.
"Mr. Qiao, it's not that I had to do this," Smith-Tang continued to speak amiably. "It's just that someone asked me to save you. To be honest, you are indeed dispensable to me, but I'm soft-hearted and can't resist when others plead with me. That's why I helped you out of police custody without asking for anything in return. But you're so ungrateful; it really fits your Heavenly Pride Nation saying about a dog biting Lü Dongbin—unable to recognize a good person’s heart! Hahaha... Your language is quite amusing."
"What did you say? Someone asked you to save me? Who?" Josen asked with slight calmness and confusion.
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