South Rose Garden, this is a famous mistress district in Binhai City.
Inside are also villa after villa. The original purpose of the developnt was to specifically serve those wealthy and powerful bosses, so many big nas in the city like to keep their pampered goldfinches here. First, it gains them a reputation, and second, it's a symbol of status.
As a senior executive of Jian Group, Ma Chi also has his own villa here, where he keeps a beautiful TV host from Binhai TV Station.
Although this host is a bit older, she still retains her charms. Every ti she broadcasts programs at the station, her proud elegance is striking and is a hot topic among insiders. So Ma Chi spent a fortune to win her over, visiting weekly to spend lovely nights together.
At this mont, the mature and charming host is taking a shower in the bathroom. Through the hazy frosted glass, her graceful silhouette is faintly visible.
Ma Chi had already changed into his pajamas, sitting in the study, looking at his phone, with a faint sense of unease in his heart.
There was no other reason; he knew Brother Hu went tonight to deal with Jiang Feng, but until now, there was no update from Brother Hu. Even when President Jian called earlier to inquire about this matter, he couldn't give an explanation.
"What am I worrying about? Tiger is notorious in the circle; with him in action, there should be no problems. I just need to wait patiently. Perhaps by early tomorrow morning, there'll be good news!"
Ma Chi forced himself to calm down. Recalling what happened during the day at the hotel, a surge of hatred rose in his heart!
"You, Jiang, you ruined my face. I have to go to South Korea for plastic surgery in a few days. Tonight, Tiger will chop you into pieces, and that's a cheap outco for you!"
"And Bai Zhiqing, pretending to be noble to . Sooner or later, when I return, you'll submit to my ferocity!"
Ma Chi was actually getting a bit tired of the beautiful host, and Bai Zhiqing was his new prey. Just thinking of Bai Zhiqing's alluring figure made him impulsive, wanting to drag out the TV host who was showering to vent so anger.
Just then, a thunderclap exploded outside the window. Ma Chi quickly looked up and noticed the window was open, allowing rain to blow in.
Ma Chi hurried to get up to close the window, when suddenly a cold voice sounded from behind: "I rember, you still owe sothing?"
Ma Chi was startled, spun around, and saw the expressionless Jiang Feng standing behind him.
"You... you're not dead?" Ma Chi was utterly horrified: "When did you get in?"
"Where is the thing I want?" Jiang Feng asked directly.
Ma Chi felt a large hand constricting his throat. The cold aura emanating from Jiang Feng oppressed him so much he couldn't breathe. Instinctively, he reached for the phone on the table.
"Don't bother. That Tiger is already dead." Jiang Feng's words shattered all of Ma Chi's illusions.
"What... what did you say?"
"Also, the nineteen people he brought tonight are all dead. He confessed everything. Did Jian Hongsheng instruct you to do it?" Jiang Feng asked emotionlessly.
"Thud!" Ma Chi fell to his knees limply; he couldn't imagine Brother Hu taking people to kill Jiang Feng, only to be wiped out instead.
But he had no reason to doubt Jiang Feng's words, because it was already so late, and it's impossible that Brother Hu and his people hadn't acted by now; yet here Jiang Feng stood, unhard, indicating Brother Hu and his team were indeed done for.
"Looks like we all underestimated you—you're not just a simple son-in-law!" Ma Chi laughed bitterly.
"Save your last words for later. I'll ask one more ti, where is the stuff? Hand it over, and I'll give you a quick death," Jiang Feng said calmly.
Ma Chi resigned to his fate, shakily pointed to the safe in the corner.
Jiang Feng walked over, grabbed his collar, and tossed him directly to that side.
Ma Chi miserably entered the password, opened the safe, and took out a stack of docunts: "It's all here..."
Jiang Feng took them, flipped through a few pages; suddenly, Ma Chi exploded with a strong will to live, frantically crawling to grab Jiang Feng's leg: "Spare my life, I promise..."
"Bang!!"
Jiang Feng kicked him in the chest, sending Ma Chi flying, exploding into a mist of blood mid-air, splattering the bookshelf with fresh blood.
"Old Ma, what was that noise?"
The host in the bathroom heard the commotion. Without finishing her shower, she walked out while wiping her hair. When she saw that old Ma had vanished, leaving only blood staining half the wall, she scread in panic: "Ah!!! Ah!!!!"
The window rattled violently in the wind, and the figure who ca and went like a ghost seed never to have appeared.
...
The rain tonight was indeed heavy; the few cars moving in the night had their wheels subrged in accumulated rainwater, spraying it on the streets.
In an apartnt in Jinxiu City District, Situ Yan was sound asleep.
Today was a rare day without tasks; she could finally get a restful sleep.
Like all won who love exercise, Situ Yan had a habit of sleeping in the buff.
She lay on her side, her long legs draped over the quilt, her delicate body depicting a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Situ Yan's figure was nearly perfect, her skin wasn't as milky white as Bai Zhiqing's but was rather a healthy wheat color, smooth and delicate, with waterfall-like long hair, so strands resting on her neck, stirring a special allure in this rainy night.
Suddenly, a slight sound ca from the living room, startling Situ Yan awake!
With long training, she had an instinctive alertness to danger, imdiately sitting up, quickly putting on the shorts and vest beside her.
Situ Yan nimbly got out of bed like a cat, searched around her ho, finding no trace, even the doors and windows were closed. Did she hear wrong?
When she reached the coffee table in the living room, she found a stack of materials on it.
This made her shiver involuntarily, confirming soone had indeed been in her ho!
Moreover, that person ca and went silently, leaving her oblivious, causing her to break out in a cold sweat!
Situ Yan's eyes narrowed like dangerous needles, scanning the room, but clearly, the intruder had left, not even leaving footprints!
Calming herself, Situ Yan turned on the light, picked up the materials, and started reading nervously.
After finishing the contents, even with Situ Yan's strong heart, she was startled.
Because, this notebook recorded all the tax evasion and violations of Jian Group, along with nurous illegal business thods, erging one after another!
More critically, it contained records of all the bribes Jian Hongsheng had issued over the years, listing a big na list, with ti, place, and people clearly marked, each entry very detailed.
If this information were to be made public, Binhai City would experience a massive upheaval!
Situ Yan took a deep breath, sat on the sofa holding the materials.
Her mind was in intense conflict; since the person sent these materials, surely they understood her hatred for evil and hoped she would do sothing with them!
But who could have sent them?
Soone who could silently infiltrate her ho, leave these things, and leave gracefully, there were very few people Situ Yan could think of, and one na popped into her mind—Jiang Feng!
In fact, in the past few days, Jiang Feng's image appeared in Situ Yan's mind more than once.
The events of that night had been too significant for her; she couldn't shake the image of Jiang Feng pressing her against the wall.
Jiang Feng's hidden power, and his teasing and taunting of her, left her both angry and unreconciled.
But she couldn't deny that Jiang Feng was like a strong magnet, firmly attracting Situ Yan, making her want to investigate, to uncover all of Jiang Feng's secrets.
This feeling was like a drug addict caught in addiction, knowing the danger but unable to extricate herself, sinking deeper and deeper!
Before this, Situ Yan never thought she'd beco fixated on a man, especially knowing Jiang Feng was a man with a marriage contract, an in-law to the Nangong Family, and his fiancée Nangong Qingcheng was a strong candidate for Binhai's future most beautiful woman!
Situ Yan felt speechless at her own thoughts about a married man.
"Could it be him?"
Holding the materials, Situ Yan walked barefoot to the window, gazing at the fierce rain outside, murmuring to herself.
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