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Two bodies lay on the ground, a gruesome sight, and two cars were obstructing the road, leaving only a single lane for traffic. With such a major incident, someone quickly called the police.

However, the location was remote. Before the police could arrive, Wang Zhuo had enough time to interrogate the woman named Shen Lan.

It turned out that Liu Jieming was Yang Feng’s brother-in-law. Because Wang Zhuo had driven Yang Feng to schizophrenia, the Yang family had been nursing this grudge silently. Liu Jieming, of humble origins, held little status in the Yang family. He was constantly looking for ways to earn respect within the clan to advance his position. Seeing Yang Feng’s elder brother repeatedly express hatred towards Wang Zhuo, and his wife often heartbroken over Yang Feng’s condition, Liu Jieming started paying close attention to Wang Zhuo.

Coincidentally, Wang Zhuo had recently caused a huge uproar at Century Heaven Sound in the capital, beating up the two young masters of the Tao family. This incident had become the talk of the capital. Liu Jieming, as the Yang family’s son-in-law, was naturally well-informed and quickly got wind of the news.

By striking the Tao family’s young masters, Wang Zhuo not only placed himself in opposition to the Tao family but also offended the powers backing them. Furthermore, Wang Zhuo already had enmity with the Ma family. Liu Jieming felt this was the perfect opportunity to stir up trouble. If Wang Zhuo met with some ‘accident’ at this juncture, even if someone suspected foul play, the trail wouldn't lead back to him.

Thus, he instructed a trusted subordinate to monitor Siyuan, who was close to Wang Zhuo, and engineered today's "accidental" car crash.

“The Yang family’s son-in-law?” Wang Zhuo sneered. The Yang family’s young master was already driven to insanity by him; how dare a mere son-in-law, and an unsuccessful one at that, try to provoke trouble under the nose of a true powerhouse, pulling the whiskers of a tiger?

“What is your relationship with this Liu Jieming?” He glanced at Shen Lan and asked casually.

Perhaps the term for mistress or side-chick was too difficult to utter, or she couldn't think of a more suitable word, Shen Lan hesitated before quietly replying, “Outside woman.”

Wang Zhuo let out a long, drawn-out "Oh." Although this woman’s allure did not capture his eye, to each his own; it was perfectly normal that Liu Jieming had different tastes than him.

He asked with a half-smile, “So, Mr. Liu sent you to do this? Isn’t he afraid that if things go south and the plot is exposed, you’ll give him up?”

“We thought… we thought it was foolproof,” Shen Lan’s voice carried a hint of grievance.

Wang Zhuo mused. If the plan was truly foolproof, then just a dump truck and a Hummer shouldn't be enough. “How many vehicles in total, and how many people?”

“Three,” Shen Lan answered honestly. “Besides the car you know about and that dump truck up ahead, there was another car waiting about zero kilometers down the road to pick me up.”

Wang Zhuo squinted, looking ahead towards the roadside, and quickly spotted a road sign. It turned out that the zero-kilometer marker was about a ten-plus kilometer drive from where they were. It seemed that if he hadn’t noticed things in time, the attack would have come in the next few minutes.

The dump truck would hit them, and if necessary, the Hummer would deliver a finishing blow from behind. Shen Lan would verify the outcome on the spot, then the Hummer would drive her to the switch vehicle ahead. The driver and co-pilot of the dump truck would be left behind as scapegoats, and the Hummer driver would escape.

“Quite a plan,” Wang Zhuo lightly applauded. “I’m leaving now. If Liu Jieming asks, just tell him I know everything.”

“Hey? You…” Shen Lan was about to say more, but Wang Zhuo was already out of the car, pulling the door shut with a swing before driving away quickly.

Shen Lan felt Wang Zhuo had many unanswered questions, like why Liu Jieming sent a woman for the job, or whether the Yang family knew about her relationship with Liu Jieming. But Wang Zhuo didn't care about such trivial details. He only needed to know that Liu Jieming masterminded this, and that the information was true—that was enough!

As for dealing with Shen Lan, did he need to handle such matters personally? Even if Liu Jieming didn't, once the Yang family learned of this affair, they would naturally punish her!

Back in the car, Siyuan had already switched to the driver's seat. However, she hadn't gotten out as ordered but crawled across the interior.

“Drive,” Wang Zhuo said with a gentle smile to Bailu, who looked on with concern, patting Siyuan’s shoulder.

The Buick commercial van resumed its journey. Wang Zhuo asked Siyuan, “Do you remember the patient with schizophrenia from last autumn?”

“Yang Feng? Of course, I remember,” Siyuan nodded.

“There,” Wang Zhuo pointed outside the car towards a stopped dump truck on the roadside. “See that vehicle? Just now, the Hummer behind us and this dump truck driving ahead of us were trying to stage a road accident for us. The person who ordered them is Yang Feng’s brother-in-law.”

“They want revenge on you?” Siyuan asked, astonished.

“That dump truck,” Bailu frowned, saying worriedly, “Those dump trucks are the most terrifying. Even empty, they weigh over ten tons. If one hit us, our car wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“More than just not standing a chance?” Wang Zhuo let out a cold chuckle. “We were going eighty kilometers per hour just now. If it had crushed us, this Buick would be as fragile as a matchbox.”

At their age, they hadn't truly seen the traditional matchbox, but the analogy didn't hinder their imagination. The steel plates of a dump truck were thicker than a palm, and while the Buick was a General Motors product, it wasn't much sturdier than Japanese or Korean cars; one solid punch could dent the sheet metal. If they had been pushed onto the median strip by that dump truck, they likely would have been smashed to pieces!

“That was close. If you hadn’t noticed in time, the three of us would be on the road to the Yellow Springs right now,” Siyuan stuck out her tongue and smiled, curiously asking, “How did you notice them?”

“The people capable of dealing with me haven’t even been born yet,” Wang Zhuo said arrogantly. “This immortal performed a quick calculation and discovered someone plotting against me, so I preemptively went to demand an explanation!”

“Tch,” Siyuan giggled, and Bailu couldn't help but smile softly. She asked Wang Zhuo, “Have those two cars been following us for long? Is that how you noticed?”

“You are truly smart.” Wang Zhuo praised her with a pointed finger, secretly chuckling to himself. This was the so-called ‘auto-completion’—when you speak mysteriously, others will start thinking and automatically fill in the gaps in your mystery without you needing to justify yourself; they figure it out on their own!

“This person is vicious; he actually wanted to kill you.” Siyuan’s face filled with indignation. “This matter can’t just end here; we must get revenge.”

“Of course, we’ll get revenge. Stop the car first.”

After the car stopped by the roadside, Wang Zhuo got out and mysteriously made two phone calls. In reality, he just chatted with Fu Xinran briefly about work and checked on An Qi’s recovery, before getting back into the car.

“Got the information. Xiaobai, you drive. Siyuan, come over and do something for me.”

When leaving earlier, he had been using his X-ray vision to track Shen Lan’s movements while simultaneously noting down a phone number she dialed.

The person Shen Lan was speaking to was Liu Jieming. Wang Zhuo currently couldn't analyze voices through the vibration of an electrical speaker, but Shen Lan’s lip-reading showed she addressed the other party as “Jieming,” so the number she dialed was naturally Liu Jieming’s.

He reported the number to Siyuan. The genius girl’s electronic skills were indeed impressive; it only took her three minutes to track down Liu Jieming’s location. However, regretfully, the man wasn't in Jiangzhou at the moment; he was in Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province, several hours' drive from Jiangzhou.

“Damn it,” Wang Zhuo cursed, half-laughing, half-crying. “This bastard sends a woman to deal with me while hiding far away, making it impossible for me to teach him a lesson!”

After venting, Wang Zhuo irritably ordered, “Check his call records!”

Siyuan reported, “He just answered a two-minute call, then made two more. He’s currently on the line with the number that called him just now.”

“If only we could hear their conversation,” Wang Zhuo shrugged.

Siyuan giggled, “Theoretically, it’s possible, but it would leave a trace and be detected by the system.”

Bailu, who was driving, asked curiously, “So, if the authorities want to listen to someone’s conversation, they can, but we can’t do that, right?”

Siyuan replied helplessly, “Exactly. Instructor Wang actually knows that; he was just saying it casually.”

“Check where the person he’s talking to is located,” Wang Zhuo issued another command.

Upon checking, Wang Zhuo’s suspicion was confirmed: the person on the phone with Liu Jieming in Wuxi was indeed Shen Lan, who was currently in Jiangzhou. However, after ending the call, she immediately powered off her phone, making further tracking impossible.

Recalling the fear Shen Lan displayed earlier, Wang Zhuo guessed the woman was likely preparing to flee. Liu Jieming wanted to use this incident to advance in the Yang family; Shen Lan, in turn, was using it to draw closer to Liu Jieming and show her loyalty. Now that the plan had failed, even if Liu Jieming didn't punish her, he would at least send her abroad to lay low.

“I just wonder how bold Liu Jieming is, and whether he’ll tell the Yang family about this,” he mused, then mocked himself, “What is wrong with me these days? It seems I’m unpopular; so many people want to cross me.”

“Only mediocre people aren't envied,” Siyuan teased.

Bailu smiled sweetly, “There aren’t many young and high-profile tycoons like you.”

“Am I high-profile?” Wang Zhuo was taken aback. Thinking carefully, he realized he had been a bit over the top recently; beating up the Tao brothers in Sanlitun, for instance, was very public. Otherwise, even Qin Xue, far away in Jiangzhou, wouldn’t have called to inquire.

“Then I’ll keep a low profile for a few days. Before I deal with this Liu Jieming, I’ll enjoy some peace and quiet.” He reached out, pulled Siyuan into his arms, and grinned mischievously, “Let me feel you first. After so many days apart, have you grown any bigger?”

Two hours later, in Bailu’s new home, after eating his fill and enjoying dessert, Wang Zhuo was feeding Bailu when the door silently opened, and the mischievous Siyuan peeked her pretty face in with a grin.

She chuckled, startling Bailu, who had her back to the door. Siyuan made a face at the turning Bailu and said to Wang Zhuo, “That fellow Liu Jieming has already passed through Suzhou city center and is heading towards Jiangzhou right now!”