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Hearing Lin Xuan's somewhat cold voice.

Tiger didn't hesitate at all; he immediately stopped smiling and his tone became serious:

"Mr. Lin, just say it! I can't guarantee anything else, but in the entire Jiangzhou, there's no one I, Ah Hu, can't find!"

"His name is Zhu Huan, a hoodlum near Jiangzhou University. He just ran away, but he definitely hasn't left Jiangzhou."

"clear!"

Tiger nodded emphatically.

"I'll send people to look for it right away! By the way, Mr. Lin, what will happen after we find it?"

He asked in a low voice.

"Once you find it, hold it down and wait for me."

Lin Xuan's voice was calm, but beneath that calm lay a raging fire of anger.

"Understood! Leave this to me, Mr. Lin!"

He nodded emphatically.

Thank you!

After Lin Xuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The voice just fell.

Lin Xuan turned around and saw Yu Tong staggering out of the bedroom.

She held onto the door frame and moved forward step by step.

My legs were shaking, and I felt like I was about to collapse at any moment.

When she saw Sister Liu on the sofa, she stood rooted to the spot, not daring to take a step forward.

"Brother Lin... my mom..."

Looking at Yu Tong's pale face.

With those helpless eyes and trembling body, she couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

Lin Xuan took a step forward and quickly supported her.

Her body was very light, so light that it felt weightless.

It's icy cold.

"Yu Tong, Yu Tong?"

Lin Xuan called out softly as he reached out to take the pulse.

He was overly frightened, and his body was weak, resulting in a deficiency of both qi and blood.

He then lost consciousness.

Lin Xuan gently placed her on a chair beside him, took off his coat, and draped it over her shoulders.

Her body was still trembling.

Even while unconscious, his brows were furrowed and tears clung to the corners of his eyes.

Not long after, the sound of an ambulance blared from downstairs.

Red and blue lights flickered on the windows, illuminating the dim room.

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at the same time.

Inside a private room at Jinzhu KTV.

Wang Tianhu sat on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers.

Two rows of people stood in front of him, neatly arranged.

His expression was serious, and his gaze swept over everyone:

"This matter must be handled properly! That Zhu Huan must be captured! Do you hear me?!"

"Yes, boss!"

A group of brothers spoke loudly and clearly.

"I'm telling you, if you get this done, each of you brothers will get five thousand yuan!"

Wang Tianhu raised his fist.

"Whoever finds or captures Zhu Huan will be rewarded with 100,000!"

The moment they heard about money...

The group of people stared wide-eyed, their eyes practically glowing green.

100,000 yuan!

"Alright, hurry up! I need news of him within an hour, his location within two hours, and to see him in person within three hours!"

"yes!"

A group of people responded in unison, and then they all rushed out.

aggressive.

The footsteps faded away, and the private room fell silent.

Finally, only Wang Tianhu and his trusted bald-headed confidant remained in the private room.

The bald man touched his shiny bald head and asked:

"Brother Tiger, who is this Zhu Huan? Why is he making such a fuss?"

"Damn it, he messed with Mr. Lin!"

Wang Tianhu spoke coldly, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the bald man's eyes widened in surprise.

"Brother Tiger, that's enough. I'm personally leading men to capture this Zhu Huan!"

With that, the bald man turned and walked out.

He muttered to himself as he walked:

"They must have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard! How dare they provoke Mr. Lin!"

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Located in the mountains at the border of Jiangzhou and Yunzhou.

There is a small village.

This place is hard to find even on a map.

There is no name, no road sign.

Only a bumpy dirt road connects it to the outside world.

The village is nestled in a depression between two barren mountains, surrounded by mountains and dense trees, making it impossible to tell from the outside that anyone lives there.

at night.

Zhu Huan drove his beat-up car and parked it in a grove of trees.

It was a motorcycle that was almost scrapped, its body covered in rust, and it made noises everywhere when it was driven.

He hid the car behind a big tree and covered it with several branches, making it completely concealed.

He just got off the bus.

He quickly took out his phone.

My fingers trembled slightly as I slid across the screen.

First, I searched for local news.

No.

There has been no news of an explosion or casualties.

"Not yet...?"

He felt a little flustered, and his brows furrowed into a knot.

Logically speaking, if an explosion occurred, it would definitely make the news.

A gas leak in a confined space, ignited and exploded – the power would be considerable!

It will definitely make the news!

But now, there's not a single piece of news.

He was naturally extremely flustered.

But I can't go back to see it.

If we go back and get caught, it would be like walking into a trap.

"Damn it, it's all that bitch's fault! She made me run away! She deserves to die! That kid's no better! And that Lin Xuan, once I get through this, I'll have someone kill you!"

Muttering to himself, he made another call.

The phone rang a few times and was quickly answered.

"Hey, Third Brother, I've arrived!"

Zhu Huan lowered his voice and looked around.

"understood."

The person on the other end nodded and then hung up the phone.

Zhu Huan stood at the edge of the woods and smoked a cigarette.

My tense mood eased a little.

The smoke dissipated in the twilight and was quickly dispersed by the wind.

He squatted by the roadside, his eyes fixed on the end of the dirt road.

Ten minutes later.

A person on a motorcycle came towards us.

The sound of the engine echoed through the silent valley.

It's making a thumping sound.

"Old Zhu?"

The man was wearing a helmet, so his face couldn't be seen, and his voice was muffled.

"Yes, it's me! One of Third Brother's men?"

Zhu Huan nodded quickly, stubbed out his cigarette, and stood up.

"Come on up. By the way, did you bring your money?"

The person didn't get out of the car, but simply tilted their head.

"I brought it, I brought it, 100,000!"

Zhu Huan patted the backpack behind him, his voice carrying a hint of ingratiation.

"Um."

The man nodded without saying anything more.

Zhu Huan straddled the back of the motorcycle and held the backpack in his arms.

The motorcycle started up and roared away, heading into the nearby village.

The road was full of potholes and uneven, and the motorcycle bounced violently, almost throwing Zhu Huan off several times.

He gripped the back seat armrest tightly, his buttocks aching from the jolting.

A dozen minutes later, they arrived in the village.

Far away.

Zhu Huan saw a group of people gathered in a small square, with dozens of tables set up.

Some were playing cards, some were playing mahjong, and a few people were gathered together drinking and playing drinking games.

Smoke filled the air, and voices rang out.

The air was filled with the smells of smoke, alcohol, and sweat.

Under the dim yellow light.

The faces of those people flickered between light and shadow.

Tall or short, fat or thin, male or female, young or old.

All of them are included.

But without exception, they all carry a kind of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) spirit.

Who would have thought that such a village was hidden deep in the mountains?