At this thought, Zhang Xiaohao recalled the words said by Scarred Face before he died.
"Could this mysterious shadow be the master that Scarred Face ntioned?" Zhang Xiaohao pondered internally.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very likely.
After all, appearing here at this ti, even if the other party wasn’t the master talked about by Scarred Face, their connection with the Heaven and Earth Sect was definitely not ordinary.
"It seems that this matter is far from over! To fully understand everything that has happened, we must find the person pulling the strings behind the scenes, and only then can all questions be answered," Zhang Xiaohao said.
He shook his head.
With a single tap of his foot on the ground, utilizing the Twelve Heavenly Steps, he transford into a shooting star heading towards the abandoned factory.
A few minutes later.
Zhang Xiaohao had already arrived at the abandoned factory.
"What happened, sir?" Qing Mian asked, puzzled.
"Just now, a powerful enemy was spying on us in the shadows, but they have already fled," Zhang Xiaohao explained.
"A powerful enemy? They were actually able to escape from under your watch?" Qing Mian exclaid in disbelief.
"Don’t look at with such suspicion; I’m not all-powerful. The opponent was very fast, and even though I chased with all my might, I was still a step behind," Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.
"Hmm," Qing Mian responded with a nod.
Zhang Xiaohao took over the care of Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen.
"Let’s go," Zhang Xiaohao said.
Finishing his words, his Soul Power swept over the area, bringing everything within a three-mile radius into view, as he leaped outwards, flying away.
Without delay, Qing Mian followed suit with his own martial technique, flying after Zhang Xiaohao.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Xiaohao, along with Qing Mian, returned to the hotel.
"Knock, knock!" Zhang Xiaohao knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Ning’er’s pure and sweet voice ca from inside the room.
"It’s ," Zhang Xiaohao said.
Click, the door opened.
Before him stood a familiar face, and two unfamiliar won.
"Ah! Who are they?" Ning’er asked in surprise.
Her delicate face showed not a trace of dissatisfaction or jealousy.
"These two won are from my company and were kidnapped," Zhang Xiaohao explained.
Moving aside to reveal Qing Mian standing behind him.
"Ah! Grandpa! Is it really you?" Ning’er said excitedly.
She rushed into Qing Mian’s arms.
"Don’t be afraid, my dear, it’s !" Qing Mian said.
"Alright, let’s co in and talk," Zhang Xiaohao said.
He closed the door, and the group entered the room.
"You all talk first, I’ll go wake up these two," Zhang Xiaohao said.
After saying that.
He carried the two won into the adjacent room.
He placed them on the bed and began to wave his hands.
Zhang Xiaohao flipped his palm and took out his specially made set of silver needles.
Clamping a silver needle between two fingers, his Shennong True Qi began to flow.
He rapidly executed the Heaven-Defying Twelve Needles at several vital spots on their bodies.
Then, he put away the needles.
"Hmm? Where are we? Ah! Bastards, go away! Don’t co any closer..."
"Ah! Mr. Zhang, save ..."
The two won instinctively cried out, kicking and flailing in the air as if they were encountering sothing terrifying.
Zhang Xiaohao stood with his arms crossed, watching them with a mocking gaze, not stopping them, allowing them to vent freely.
After about ten minutes.
The won fiercely vented until they ran out of energy and stopped.
"Are you done?" Zhang Xiaohao said with playful undertones.
"Ah! Mr. Zhang, save !"
"Mr. Zhang, I’m scared!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao, the two won cried out excitedly.
"Alright, stop crying; it’s all over now. Those who wanted to hurt you are dealt with by ! As for the poison in your bodies, I’ve taken care of it as well, so there’s no need to worry," Zhang Xiaohao said softly.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that the timing wasn’t right, he would have surely let go.
"Wuwu... Mr. Zhang, you don’t know, Ma Xiaorong was so wicked, taking advantage of Mr. Cheng and your absence to threaten us with her gang. When we wouldn’t agree, she forged our handwriting to sign our nas, forced our fingerprints on the docunt, and stole the company’s money!" Wu Qiaoqiao cried with tears running down her cheeks.
"It’s okay; it’s all over now. Ma Xiaorong is dead; you shouldn’t be too upset," Zhang Xiaohao comforted.
"Yeah," the two won nodded heavily.
After a while.
Wu Qiaoqiao lifted her face, gazing earnestly at Zhang Xiaohao.
"Mr. Zhang, I want to resign!"
"Mr. Zhang, I want to resign too!" Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen spoke almost at the sa ti.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of slaps filled the room.
Several minutes passed before Zhang Xiaohao finally stopped.
"Let reiterate one more ti, this matter is behind us now, no more talking about it! And no more talk of resigning either, anyone who dares bring it up again will see how I deal with her!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a deliberately stern face.
"Mr. Zhang, I’m worried about what people might say at the company."
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, rumors can be scary!"
Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen expressed their worries.
"Hmph! If anyone dares spread rumors behind backs, I’ll send them packing directly! Alright, we’ll leave it at that, no more discussion on this. You two rest up tonight, I’ll take you to the company tomorrow!" Zhang Xiaohao declared confidently.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" the two won said.
"Heh, those silly, sweet girls," Zhang Xiaohao said with a wry smile, touching his nose.
He shook his head, opened the door, and walked out.
In the room inside.
Qing Mian and Ning’er, grandfather and granddaughter, were talking and laughing. Seeing Zhang Xiaohao co in, they both stood up.
"Sit down! I’m not so high and mighty boss," Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
"Brother Hao, now that Grandpa is your man too, and considering his age and all this fighting, what if he gets hurt one day without any protective treasures? He’s all I have, Brother Hao, would you give Grandpa so treasures to protect himself?" Ning’er pleaded playfully.
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