The Hunter of the Flower City (Complete) - 16

Chapter 106 The Unspoken Cooperation

"She went to a friend's party, she's not home." Tang Shu smiled and comforted him, "It's okay,
Sister Li will definitely be fine." Tang Shu's tone was full of confidence.

"No, I have to call her." Zhang Ziwen was very worried. He Li was
a very he dared not be careless.

The phone rang, and although it was noisy on the other end,
Zhang Ziwen could hear He Li's happy laughter. Hearing that he was alright, Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. He specifically told He Li to call him before leaving so he could pick her up; he couldn't
afford any mishaps…

After he finished the call, Tang Shu urged Zhang Ziwen to go to the hospital quickly to check his injuries, but unusually, she didn't
go with him. She just waited for him at home. Zhang Ziwen was very worried and told her to
lock the shop door tightly and not to open it unless he returned. Tang Shu sweetly agreed and turned back into the shop. This
girl didn't seem afraid of tonight's unexpected situation at all. While worried, Zhang Ziwen was also somewhat relieved. This
girl didn't show fear in front of him because she didn't want him to worry. A sensible girl, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself.
If Wu Min hadn't been waiting there, he would definitely have gone into the shop to spend some time with her…

"Alright, come back and hug my sweet little sister after you're at the hospital. What are you dawdling for? I still have something to ask you."
Seeing his reluctance, Wu Min couldn't help but urge him on. Zhang

Ziwen's tenderness was ruthlessly crushed by Wu Min. He glared at her with displeasure. "Unromantic girl,
no wonder you still don't have a boyfriend." "With your attitude, you'll never get married," Zhang Ziwen
muttered .

Wu Min seemed to read something in his eyes. She wanted to argue with him, but then felt bored. She glared at
Zhang Ziwen fiercely, then ignored him and turned to walk towards the Land Rover SUV.

Having a car to ride in was certainly better than driving himself, so Zhang Ziwen climbed into Wu Min's car without hesitation.
He felt a sharp pain in his back. He winced and gasped, afraid to lean on the seat any longer.
Blood stained his back, and Wu Min felt a pang of heartache looking at the blood-stained seat. Then, glancing at Zhang Ziwen's pained expression
, she felt a surge of satisfaction, muttering to herself, "Serves you right, you wretched thing..."

After a quick treatment at the hospital, Wu Min drove straight to a bar in the south of the city. Zhang Ziwen
glanced at the name and immediately hesitated: "Music House"—the place where he first met Mu Qing. It was also
the place of his heartbreak. Why did this girl like coming here too?

Entering the lobby, the familiar saxophone melody drifted into his ears, just like that night. When Wu Min found
a seat and sat down, Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but smile bitterly. She had chosen the spot where he and Mu Qing had once
sat . She happened to be sitting in Mu Qing's seat. Zhang Ziwen sat down, habitually taking out a cigarette
and lighting it . The scene before him was so familiar—familiar music, familiar surroundings, familiar lighting, familiar
ambiance. Everything seemed to have returned to the past, only the beauty before him had changed to Wu Min. The candlelight on the desk
was dim, and under the lamplight, Wu Min's beauty was just as breathtaking.

Zhang Ziwen had a fleeting illusion; Wu Min's face overlapped with Mu Qing's. The beauty sitting opposite him seemed to be
Mu Qing, her melancholy eyes looking at him. His heart ached, and a trace of tenderness and affection appeared in his eyes
…

“Hey… why are you staring at me like that…” Mu Qing's slightly cold voice ruthlessly shattered his
illusion . Her face flushed almost imperceptibly; she read the tenderness in his eyes.

Zhang Ziwen instantly snapped back to reality. The melancholic Mu Qing transformed into the aloof Wu Min. In this romantic atmosphere,
her voice was utterly out of place in the morning ambiance. Zhang Ziwen shook his head, smiled, and took
a sip of his Blue Mountain coffee.

"...What brings you here tonight?" With her, Zhang Ziwen could only get straight to the point.

"Tell me, how did you manage to mess with the Black Dragon Society again?" Wu Min looked at him; the man's bad luck
seemed far from over. She wondered if she should secretly chuckle.

"And how did you know I messed with the Black Dragon Society?" Zhang Ziwen finally understood
the origins of these people tonight. A smile appeared on his lips. Having a target made his visit easier. With her hint, he found the beauty
before him rather endearing.

"Hmph, you've offended the most powerful underworld group in Zhonghai, and you can still laugh?" Wu Min noticed
the smile on his lips and wondered if he was crazy.

"Really? They're quite powerful?" Zhang Ziwen said casually. "Then why didn't you police officers,
knowing they were gangsters, eliminate them? Why did you let them run rampant?"

"Don't be sarcastic. Stop talking to me like that. How do you know I didn't touch these people? Hmph,
when I first arrested you, didn't I think you were a member of the Black Dragon Society? The Black Dragon Society's leader was caught last time, but that
guy has a powerful background, and without direct evidence to imprison him, and with a bunch of his men taking the blame, releasing him
was a last resort ."

"So, you already knew the Black Dragon Society was going to target me tonight?" Zhang Ziwen stared intently at her. After all, they
had a pleasant working relationship once, and he really didn't want her to have any connection with the Black Dragon Society.

“I only found out around 1 a.m. The anti-triad unit received an anonymous call saying the Black Dragon Society would be
making a move on you tonight. The colleague who answered the phone seemed to know you; he knew you were on the Major Crimes Unit's list and immediately
called me. I arrived too late.” Wu Min returned his gaze, understanding what he was thinking.

“Really? How did Yang Wei know? He seems to be one of your men, right?” Zhang Ziwen believed Wu Min's
words, but he absolutely didn't trust Yang Wei; he had a gut feeling that Yang Wei was suspicious.

“Don't overthink it. I'll investigate his case discreetly. Until then, you have to trust us police.” Wu Min
rolled her eyes at him, disliking having her subordinate suspected.

“Okay, I definitely trust the police…” Zhang Ziwen said with a grin, “…How about I pave the way for
you , help you find evidence, and take action against this so-called Black Dragon Society?” He hoped Wu Min would agree.
If the police supported him, he could be ruthless; getting a license to kill would be even better.

"Hmph, Zhang Ziwen, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Don't do anything reckless. We'll
handle these things. Don't you think you're already in enough trouble?" Wu Min knew exactly what this guy was thinking.
As , she had an obligation to remind him to be mindful of his position. Whether he did it or not was another matter.

His wish was dashed. Zhang Ziwen chuckled awkwardly, but inwardly he thought, *You guys are worse than * yourselves.
Black Dragon Society, heh heh, you little bastards, just wait until I come and deal with you.

* "Hey, what are you thinking about?" Wu Min guessed he was hiding something. Having known this guy for a while, she could figure out his thoughts
to some extent .

Zhang Ziwen smiled but didn't answer. There was no way to answer that directly; it was something that could only be understood implicitly.

"By the way, you still haven't answered my question. How did you get involved with the Black Dragon Society?" Wu Min brought the topic back to
the beginning. As long as he didn't do anything out of line, it would be fine, but this was something he had to figure out himself. As a policeman, there were some things he
couldn't say.

Wu Min's change of topic was good news for Zhang Ziwen. She hadn't completely blocked his plans; he
understood . This unspoken cooperation was about to begin.

Wu Min's question was exactly what Zhang Ziwen had been wondering. A quick thought revealed that Liu Zhan and Fan Lihua were behind it
all. Only these two could wield the powerful Black Dragon Society. Zhang Ziwen voiced his suspicions
. Wu Min knew about his past conflict with Fan Lihua, so he focused on explaining his grudges with Liu Zhan
, even mentioning his impersonation of He Li's boyfriends. He hadn't mentioned this during his interrogation by the National Security Bureau, but
for some reason, he didn't want to hide it from Wu Min. Since they were cooperating with her a second time, he felt he had to tell her the truth. He had tasted the sweetness
of .

Based on Wu Min's experience, she immediately knew these two were involved; she just lacked evidence.
She glanced at Zhang Ziwen, puzzled. His affairs always seemed to involve women. While others would be lucky to have
romantic encounters seemed ridiculously bad. "Hmph, what's so great about this guy?" she thought. Counting on
her fingers, Wu Min thought to herself, "He's had quite a few shady relationships, all of them beauties no less stunning than myself. " She
was deeply resentful.

"Hmph, your so-called cousin is actually your girlfriend, isn't she? Don't call her 'sister' so affectionately. Do you think I
haven't checked He Li's background? The first time I arrested you, I knew all about your so-called sibling relationship."
Wu Min pouted. She knew there was also the gentle Tang Shu, and she was indignant. This guy was definitely using the sibling
relationship as a cover for that cute little Tang girl.

"Let me tell you, don't doubt our sibling relationship. In my heart, she's like my own sister, no,
even better than my own sister. Let me tell you, she's the most important person in my life. I won't allow anyone to tarnish her. If you
keep thinking these things, I won't be polite." Zhang Ziwen's expression suddenly turned serious. He Li was
the person he respected most; no one could replace her in his heart. He couldn't accept the implication in Wu Min's words, and
he wouldn't allow outsiders to complicate his relationship with He Li.

Wu Min glanced at him. This guy turned on her so easily, was it really necessary? However, seeing his anxious
attitude towards He Li, she still admired him. His tone was very masculine, and he could stand up for his woman and
refute . This guy wasn't entirely useless after all. Wu Min, unusually, wasn't angry. This was a subtle
phenomenon. Their bickering seemed to have decreased, and even when they did, it seemed to lack the fiery temper of before. She didn't know
if this was a good or bad thing...

After a brief silence, Wu Min remembered something: "Don't provoke those two people you mentioned. They have
complicated backgrounds. Don't act impulsively and mess things up. I'm reminding you."

Zhang Ziwen thought about it. What she said made sense. Both of them were CEOs of listed companies,
with intricate relationships behind them. Taking down this guy would have too much of an impact. It seemed they had to start with the smaller fry. He
nodded agreeing with Wu Min's advice.

Having discussed the issues to the point of exhaustion, Zhang Ziwen, preoccupied with He Li, had nothing more to say to Wu Min
. He called a waitress, paid the bill, and left.

As they exited the bar, the late-night air carried a
chill . Their bodies involuntarily drew closer, as if only in this way could they ward off the autumn night's cold…

At the bar entrance, a beautiful figure emerged from the dimly lit area, standing there alone.
Watching the two figures' somewhat intimate backs, tears streamed down her face. She
had with a beautiful woman. She sighed softly and walked forlornly towards the street. Her car was parked
there…

Zhang Ziwen unceremoniously got into the car. He and Wu Min had already had their second unspoken collaboration, and
it was only right that the icy beauty act as his driver. Wu Min had already experienced his shamelessness; humph, she thought, "Do you think I'll let you
sit here for free?" She was secretly plotting when to extort this guy again—an Italian meal, a huge
lobster . Thinking of his miserable state after being ripped off, Wu Min's eyes gleamed with a mischievous smile. Her usually icy eyes seemed
to melt instantly. Unfortunately, Zhang Ziwen was focused on fastening his seatbelt and didn't notice this rare moment of spring…

“Hey, there's a jacket in the back seat. My dad forgot it in the car. You can borrow it,” Wu Min said
abruptly, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, her face expressionless.

Zhang Ziwen paused slightly, glancing back at the back seat. There really was a light brown jacket. He didn't have one, so he
reached out and grabbed it . This girl was quite considerate. It
was late at night, and he was struggling to find a shop to buy a replacement for his ripped suit. If He Li had seen him like this, he wouldn't know
what to say. Now, he had this as an emergency measure. This icy beauty didn't seem completely clueless after all. Zhang Ziwen felt a
little grateful.

"Hehe... Thank you, beautiful lady. It seems you do care about me. That's good, don't be so cold all the time."
Zhang Ziwen grinned, trying to melt the ice on her face.

"Don't be such a peacock. Who cares about you? I'm just worried you'll get my car dirty." Wu Min retorted coldly
, not even glancing at him.

Zhang Ziwen smiled awkwardly. He was used to her saying one thing and meaning another. That girl was just like that,
her words were sharp and hurtful. She clearly cared about him but pretended to. Well, the old peacock's display was still dazzling,
much prettier than this featherless little female peacock. He found a balance in his heart...

Chapter 107 My Lifelong Love

Arriving at the place He Li had mentioned, Zhang Ziwen opened the door and got out of the car. Just as he was about to wave
goodbye to Wu Min, who was sitting in the driver's seat, the Land Rover sped away like an arrow, leaving him with a car rear end and a trail of smoke. In an instant,
the two red lights on the rear of the car disappeared. Wild girl, Zhang Ziwen shook his head and muttered.

The Starlight Brilliant Entertainment Center boasts the city's most luxurious KTV sound system, rumored to be the best in Zhonghai City.
This was the best karaoke bar in the area, and it was Zhang Ziwen's first time at this entertainment center. He took out his phone, but it took a while
before someone answered. It was a man's voice on the other end. It sounded like He Li was a little drunk and couldn't answer the phone. Zhang Ziwen asked
for the room number and hurriedly walked into the elevator, his heart pounding with anger.
He was furious to hear a man's voice coming from He Li's phone. Who was that bastard? He felt a surge of anger; he secretly disliked other
men touching He Li's phone.

He pushed open the door to the private room. The luxurious room was large and crowded, probably with over 30 men and women. A woman
was singing loudly, the room filled with smoke and the air was stuffy. Zhang Ziwen's eyes quickly scanned the room, spotting
two people sitting on a double sofa at the back. One of them was He Li, who seemed to be swaying slightly, holding an
empty wine glass. A middle-aged man was supporting her, talking to her. Zhang Ziwen was extremely annoyed. He strode
over , pushed the man's hand away from He Li, and squeezed his body to separate them. He then wrapped his arm around her, and He
Li was already in his arms. The double sofa was cramped with three people. The middle-aged man glanced
at , saw him looking at the slightly drunk He Li, and had no choice but to move to the sofa next to him.

"Hehe...you...you're here..." He Li's beautiful eyes were a little hazy. The
scent .

"How did you get so drunk?" Zhang Ziwen frowned. The middle-aged man cautiously interjected,
"...Excuse me...are you the one who called?"

Zhang Ziwen glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Yes, it's me. And who are you?" He was annoyed that the middle-aged
man had been supporting He Li earlier, and his tone had been somewhat unfriendly
. Damn it, he wondered if this guy had taken advantage of the situation. He was getting a little angry.

"...Hehe...I'll introduce you...he...Wang Yun...hehe...is the...boss who borrowed my car
..." He Li was very drunk and her speech was a bit slurred. She patted Zhang Ziwen's cheek with her hand: "...
This...is my...boyfriend...I told...you guys...and...you didn't believe me...didn't I...
have handsome guys?" After He Li finished speaking, she gave Zhang Ziwen a drunken, charming smile and leaned softly against him
. Her face was pressed against his neck, and she exhaled a breath of alcohol, indicating that she had drunk quite a bit tonight.

The middle-aged man, Wang Yun, glanced at Zhang Ziwen, his expression changed slightly, and he looked a little dejected. Zhang Ziwen's
arrival attracted the attention of others. When they saw He Li in his arms, three women approached,
just in time to hear He Li's introduction.

"He Li, is he really your boyfriend? I've never heard you mention him before, hehe, he does
n't seem like it to me." The first woman, heavily made up, chimed in, her perfume strong enough to
irritate Zhang Ziwen's nose.

"I don't think so either. One minute it's President Wang, the next it's this handsome young man, hehe, He Li, I didn't know you could
two-timing like that." Another woman, quite attractive, spoke with a hint of sarcasm. She glanced at Wang Yun after speaking.

"Hey, handsome young man, are you really He Li's boyfriend?" one of the more voluptuous women
asked Zhang Ziwen.

"Hehe, tell me, handsome young man, He Li has never mentioned him to me." The heavily made-up woman chimed in.

The three women chattered incessantly, making Zhang Ziwen very impatient. He only clearly heard that they
were doubting He Li's words.

“That’s right, I’m her boyfriend. What’s wrong with that? What doesn’t seem right?” Zhang Ziwen glanced at them.
If He Li said so, then so be it. He could impersonate her hundreds of times without any problem.

“Oh…it really is her. Heh, I don’t really believe it.” The heavily made-up woman’s tone was strange.

“Mr. Wang, I don’t believe it either. Do you?” The sour woman took the opportunity to sit down next to Wang Yun, resting her hand on his
shoulder. Judging from her posture, this woman was very interested in Wang Yun.

“…What…what are you saying…” He Li heard the women making a fuss and struggled
to sit up straight from Zhang Ziwen’s arms. Unfortunately, she was too drunk and couldn’t sit up properly. She almost shrunk off the sofa, so Zhang Ziwen
had to hold her tighter.

"...You...all of you, stop...stop talking...When did I, He Li, ever...talk nonsense...I'll show
you ...you don't believe me...humph."

After uttering these drunken words, He Li suddenly turned and wrapped her arms around Zhang Ziwen's neck, her soft lips pressing against his...

Zhang Ziwen was stunned. He only felt a warm, moist touch on her lips, the smell of alcohol, and a hint of sweetness. Her smooth, fragrant
tongue clumsily invaded, picking at his teeth. He was a little dazed, his mind blank. He Li was kissing him?
He felt all eyes on him. He was somewhat bewildered, he didn't know what to do...

He Li's breathing became heavy. Her hand slid down to his lower back and pinched him hard, as if scolding
him for not cooperating. Zhang Ziwen realized with a start that everyone's eyes were on them. What was she trying to prove? Zhang Ziwen remembered
his role. He closed his eyes, his tongue flicking out, capturing her
small, fragrant tongue that was haphazardly searching through books. He entwined it with hers, guiding it. Her small, fragrant tongue became obedient,
intertwining with his. Her fragrant lips moved, greedily sucking. Their lips were
intertwined , without a single gap. Their soft tongues licked each other. Her breathing was a little rapid, and his heart was beating
fast. He felt her intoxicating smoothness and tasted her fragrant nectar with a hint of wine. Her kiss
was a little crazy, a little greedy. Zhang Ziwen felt a passionate kiss he had never felt before, a suffocating and fervent kiss.
He was swept up by her passion, and the two of them plunged into this crazy kiss. They were oblivious to the various
gazes . It seemed as if only he and she existed in the private room, only this hot, suffocating kiss existed. He held He Li's hand
tighter and tighter, having forgotten himself.

He only wanted to revel in this intoxicating, thrilling kiss…

Inside the taxi, Zhang Ziwen's heart remained restless. He glanced at He Li in his arms; her arms were wrapped around his
waist, her beautiful, mature face pressed tightly against his chest. She seemed to be asleep.
The fragrance emanating from her body, mixed with the scent of red wine, stirred Zhang Ziwen's emotions. Was she really drunk? But in the passionate
kiss he hadn't sensed her intoxication. In that moment of immersion, he could feel her heart. Her infatuation, her
reluctance to part, her lips unwilling to separate from his—Zhang Ziwen truly felt it, and he himself was equally
immersed. He had poured out all his passion, and he secretly wished to kiss her like this forever…
…

The car arrived. The entire street was deserted; the traces of the struggle from several hours earlier were completely gone. Autumn.
The night wind was strong, and a chill could be felt in the breeze. He Li was wearing a sundress. Her body
seemed to be trembling; she was still drunk. If Zhang Ziwen hadn't held her, she wouldn't have been able to stand. Zhang Ziwen
took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. At that moment, she looked so pitiful that it broke his heart. His heart was filled with
tenderness… With a soft moan, Zhang Ziwen had already pulled her into his arms, nestling her tightly against his chest,
warming her. He didn't want her to be disturbed by even the slightest night breeze. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen suddenly had a strong
feeling; he longed to hold her like this, he loved the feeling of her nestled in his arms, letting her feel
his boundless tenderness…

Zhang Ziwen gently placed He Li on the bed, then covered her with a blanket, smoothing
the stray hairs . His gaze was gentle; He Li, asleep at this moment, was like a sleeping lamb, gentle and peaceful
… Zhang Ziwen glanced at Tang Shu on the other side of the pillow. She was sleeping soundly, a slight smile on her lips, as if
having a sweet dream. Zhang Ziwen leaned down and gently kissed her, tucking her exposed hand under
the covers… Before turning off the light, he gazed deeply at the two women on the bed. They were
both women he would cherish with his life. The lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Zhang Ziwen gently closed
the door...

The aroma of breakfast wafted through the air. Zhang Ziwen sniffed, opened his eyes, and felt a warm
, soft embrace. He knew without guessing that it was Tang Shu nestled in his arms. The first thing she did upon waking was to be in
his arms. Without even looking, Zhang Ziwen gently placed his hand on her head, stroking her long hair and then her
fragrant shoulder. He liked this routine action; he felt this habitual tenderness made him feel fulfilled and
serene...

The three of them finished breakfast chatting and laughing, just like any other day. In a little while, they would go to the company together.
With these two beauties by his side every day, it was impossible for Zhang Ziwen not to be happy. He was already considering buying a larger
apartment; he wanted to live with these two beauties forever.

He Li seemed to have forgotten what happened last night, still finding fault with Zhang Ziwen as usual, occasionally rolling her eyes at him and
sometimes pinching him lightly. However, having experienced her allure, Zhang Ziwen felt that He Li was
different today. Her beautiful eyes seemed more sparkling than before, her appearance more captivating, her intoxicating fragrance,
her alluring figure, and her boundless charm. Every gesture she made was incredibly feminine and alluring, making Zhang Ziwen hesitant
to look at her too closely. When their eyes met unintentionally, a faint
blush —very subtle, yet captivating…

Upon arriving at the company, Zhang Ziwen greeted Tang Shu, He Li, He Fang, Department Manager Liu Xiaofei, and… Department Manager Liang Ling
summoned everyone to his office. He had a comprehensive plan for winning the bid and was about to begin its implementation
. He had a feeling this was the most important meeting of his life, a turning point. After He Fang prepared
the meeting minutes, Zhang Ziwen smiled at the people in front of him. He could only rely on the limited resources at his disposal to try and
win big.

"Everyone, I have something to announce now. Starting today, the company will be bidding for advertising space in a
commercial . The investment will be in the hundreds of millions. Now, I need to
redistribute your work. I hope everyone here can cooperate closely to win this project." Zhang Ziwen said simply, his gaze
sweeping over everyone. He could already see exaggerated expressions on their faces.

He Li was the most exaggerated. She knew very well how much money was in the account. To say hundreds of millions right off the bat seemed like a joke.
She couldn't understand what Zhang Ziwen was up to and was about to voice her objections when Zhang Ziwen gently waved
his hand, stopping her from speaking.

"You don't need to worry about funding. The company will secure the start-up capital at any time. Just
think of good ideas, come up with more suggestions on how to revitalize this project, how to defeat the competition. That's
the purpose of today's meeting. There's no need for further explanation

." Zhang Ziwen got straight to the point. Time was of the essence, and there was no need for further explanation.

Seeing his confident demeanor, He Li and the others realized he genuinely had this project in mind. Without further ado,
they began to huddle together to discuss the best approach. Zhang Ziwen sat in his leather chair, smiling at them.
This was exactly the effect he wanted. Although he had a plan in mind, he believed that combining the strengths of various approaches would be more effective.

"Wen... General Manager." Tang Shu blushed slightly. She was still a little uncomfortable with the way he addressed her at the company.
Zhang Ziwen didn't seem to mind what she called him, but the young woman insisted on keeping their personal and professional matters separate, and
he couldn't stop her.

Tang Shu changed her tune and continued, "I think to win this project, we first need to figure out
which companies are vying for the bid, who is in charge of the project, and which department we need to smooth things over with. Only
by clarifying these things can we implement the project plan. This is the first step we need to
take basis for assigning tasks." Everyone present agreed with Tang Shu's statement; what she said was exactly what was currently most important
.

Zhang Ziwen was astonished after hearing Tang Shu's speech. Every word she spoke was to the point. This didn't sound like
the words of a college intern. She usually managed the company's administrative work meticulously, displaying
the style of a large corporation. Although the company was small, she had already planned out all the new departments,
ready to recruit . Regarding the personnel work she also handled, she had already compiled files,
recording each person's character, strengths, skills, and work performance—all handled according to the procedures of a formal company. Internally,
there was basically no... With Zhang Ziwen taking care of everything, the company employees liked to consult her because she could solve problems
better and faster, displaying the demeanor of a super housekeeper. Now, Zhang Ziwen discovered
another of her strengths: this girl also had a knack for project management. Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. The usually docile Tang Shu was actually a talent,
a super talent! He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms and cherish her...

Chapter 108 A Dark and Windy Night

"Tang Shu's idea is excellent, and it is indeed something we should be working on right now. Which aspect of her proposal do you all think we can start with?" Zhang Ziwen looked at the managers of Departments 1 and 2, these two being the best people
he could currently rely on . "I'll go first." Liu Xiaofei's blood was boiling at the mention of a big project. Whether it succeeded or not was another matter; following the general manager was definitely the right thing to do. As soon as Zhang Ziwen finished speaking, he couldn't wait any longer. "Alright, Manager Liu, you go first."

"Department 1's work has now entered a normal expansion phase, and we've contacted many advertising companies. We
can specifically allocate manpower to investigate which advertising companies are interested in bidding for the new commercial district. Because the funds
involved are so large, the targets are easy to identify."

"Is a week enough?"

"I guarantee to complete the task." Liu Xiaofei unconsciously revealed his military nature.

Zhang Ziwen smiled; he admired his military style—clear objectives and a firm, resolute answer.

"General Manager, I'm more than capable of handling relationships. I believe
you ." Liang Ling confidently took on the task.

"Still a week." Zhang Ziwen chuckled inwardly. She had two beautiful women working under her, and they were truly skilled at dealing with the relevant government
departments . Some tough Grade A office buildings had fallen to their gentle but effective tactics.

"No problem, General Manager, just wait for the good news." Liang Ling seemed very confident.

"Then I'll take charge of the supervisory leadership." Tang Shu took on the most challenging task herself.

Zhang Ziwen was taken aback. He had planned to tackle this tough task himself, but the gentle Tang Shu had taken it on first.
He dared not treat her like a spoiled brat now; he really didn't know what was going on in her head.

"The work of the managers of Departments 1 and 2 is settled for now. Tang Shu and I will be in charge of supervising them.
He Fangfang keep a record of the progress of each department every day and report to me regularly. Also, be sure to keep it confidential, understand?"
Zhang Ziwen finished speaking and looked at He Fang. This involved trade secrets, and time was of the essence. He could only trust
his .

"Please rest assured, General Manager, I will keep the information safe." He Fang was a little touched that a mere receptionist could gain
the trust .

Zhang Ziwen smiled and nodded. After finalizing the division of labor, he looked at He Li and said, "
You will be in charge of the allocation of initial funds. In the next couple of days, find a decent, large office space. We're dealing with a rather challenging project, so
we need to make a good impression."

He Li gave him a sweet smile.

She would definitely support him unconditionally. The company's performance was already booming, and now seeing him make new moves,
with a strong sense of confidence in his expression and words, she believed in him. She felt gratified; he had grown up, her younger
brother had truly grown up.

The meeting ended quickly. Everyone began preparing for their work. Tang Shu came in and greeted everyone. She said
she needed to go out and find out something first. Zhang Ziwen smiled and opened his arms. He knew he would be anxious all day if he didn't hug her. She was such a
sensible girl. Tang Shu smiled sweetly and snuggled into his arms, leaving a fragrant trail. He
kissed her cheek deeply, feeling her soft, warm body against his chest.

"My little darling, are you sure you can handle this? Wouldn't it be better if you came with me?" Zhang Ziwen breathed warmly into her ear.

Tang Shu's ear tickled, and she shrank back, saying, "...I'll find out which leader it is first, then
you can step in. Let them handle these small things first." Her voice was a little sweet, and she
rubbed her face against his neck.

"Does this girl really think she can handle
this all by herself?" Zhang Ziwen smiled and didn't stop her. Letting her try wasn't a bad idea. He had an important matter to attend to today, and he could take care of it ahead of time.

The two of them spent some time cuddling in the office, maintaining a facade of decency.
After two days of covert investigation and paying a hefty price, Zhang Ziwen had finally figured things out. Without power and money, surviving here was practically impossible.
He didn't want to cause trouble; he was willing to accept punishment and be slaughtered. His goal was simple: he wanted to take down the Black Dragon
Society, a group with a complex background.

He had made considerable progress these past few days. He had uncovered their hideout, and there seemed to be undercurrents within the Black Dragon Society as well. Tonight was the perfect opportunity to dismantle
this ignorant gang, because he had heard some exciting news last night.

Night had fallen, and the streetlights were twinkling. The Jiangbei District, undergoing rapid development, lacked
the prosperity . The entire Jiangbei seemed somewhat gloomy. This was a time when conspiracies and organized crime were rampant.
Before the government's vigorous crackdown, this was the domain of criminal gangs.

Zhang Ziwen took out 50 yuan and gave it to the parking lot attendant. This parking lot was Black Dragon Society territory; the city management officers
took , and there were always fines levied outside.

The parking lot was almost always full, so business was bound to be good.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly walked across to a narrow street, a red-light district .
The lights there were dazzling and alluring, creating a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere. The whole street reeked of cosmetics, and a row of
signs advertised massage parlors. Prices were clearly marked, ranging from 50 to 200 yuan for various massages—not expensive, making the street
quite bustling.

Some scantily clad, alluring women sat or stood in the small shops. The women sitting on chairs
deliberately spread their legs, revealing glimpses of their underwear to entice customers. Groups of men walked along the street, their
eyes brazenly eyeing the women inside. Once they found a woman they liked, they would jokingly slip inside, engage in
some teasing and haggling, and then go to the inner room to enjoy all kinds of services that men need. The safety of this street
was absolutely guaranteed, and the crackdowns on prostitution were carried out according to a set pattern. There might even be notices before the crackdowns, so they could indulge themselves without worry. The Black Dragon Society collected tens of thousands of yuan in protection fees
from , making a substantial profit. Of course, this was only
a short-term measure, and this red-light district would eventually be closed. But by then, the Black Dragon Society would have already made a fortune, and the tax revenue of
Jiangbei District wouldn't be much worse.

Zhang Ziwen's destination was a five-story building at the end of the street. It occupied a large area with high walls, and outside was a
trading company sign. Inside was a large courtyard, and further in was a three-story building—the Black Dragon
Society's new hideout. To familiarize himself with the location, he'd frequented massage parlors; he was a regular there, albeit a strange
one —paying 100 yuan for a "plain" massage. Today, he deliberately avoided that familiar place, afraid of being dragged in and
only getting a back massage for money. It was impossible to be unwelcome there. However, the masseuse who had massaged him twice was a little unhappy.
She was very professional, and given Zhang Ziwen's striking good looks, she couldn't resist trying to seduce him. Teasing a handsome man was a
very pleasurable thing for her. Fortunately, Zhang Ziwen had good self-control and didn't forget his mission.
While letting her take advantage of him, he also gleaned some valuable information from her: her lover was one of the Black Dragon Society's henchmen…
…

We'd reached the end of the street. The atmosphere was a bit off. A number of people were standing outside the building, divided into groups. They seemed casually
smoking and occasionally exchanging a few jokes, but there was an underlying tension, a sense of confrontation between them. Behind each group…
There were several boxes hidden inside; it was easy to guess what was inside. Zhang Ziwen bypassed the group and quickly
disappeared into the darkness. He easily found the spot he had scouted during the day. From here, no one would bother him; it was
too secluded, too dark, and the moon was high in the sky—perfect timing for his nefarious deeds…

The 5-meter-high wall was a piece of cake for Zhang Ziwen. In a matter of seconds, he was already concealed on the wall
. Today, he was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants, his body blending seamlessly into the darkness. Infiltrating
this poorly guarded place was child's play. Soon, he had reached the third floor.
Several thugs stood guard downstairs, and a few more stood guard at each floor's stairwell. He needed to deal with the
thugs on the lit floor. Emerging from the evergreen bushes, under the cover of darkness, he quickly reached the drainpipe of the side building,
using both hands and feet to reach the third floor. His body was suspended in mid-air, one hand already discreetly resting on the railing. His eyes
had already scanned the stairwell. Half a meter inside the railing, a thug leaned against his cigarette,
within reach . Three meters away, another thug paced back and forth. Twenty meters away at the stairwell, five... The thug
was waiting for the moment the man, who was moving back and forth, would turn around. His movements were very irregular, only five to eight steps at a time.
Zhang Ziwen locked his pace at three steps before turning around; he had to take down the thug smoking in front of him within three steps…

Three, two, one, one more… Damn, still moving. Zhang Ziwen's muscles were taut, waiting to explode,
waiting for that irregular moment when the thug would turn around. His breathing was already at its optimal state. At that moment, the thug's body shifted
, and the instant he turned around, Zhang Ziwen exploded, using the railing and his arms for leverage, his entire body half-rising
as he lunged at the man smoking with his back to the railing. The thug tightened his elbow around Zhang Ziwen's throat, then delivered a powerful punch to Zhang
's temple. He was already standing in the stairwell, his movements gentle and silent. He steadied the
unconscious thug against the railing, then swiftly moved behind the thug who hadn't yet turned around, his movements
perfectly synchronized with Zhang's. He closed in, struck, locked the thug's throat, and struck his head. The thug's body went limp, but
Zhang Ziwen quickly supported him from behind, preventing him from falling. With a swift movement, he dragged him three meters into the bathroom.
When they emerged, the cigarette in the thug's mouth was still burning, but he was already unconscious.

From the moment the thug turned around, Zhang Ziwen leaped into the air, choked, punched, then pressed down, choked again, punched again, and cleaned up
the mess . The whole process took less than 10 seconds. He barely managed to keep his blood boiling from breaking
the necks of the two thugs. If this had happened in the military, those two would have been in hell long ago. Technical tasks are hard
to do, and he couldn't just let go and deal with them. Zhang Ziwen felt extremely tired. He adjusted his breathing, and his heart rate was still relatively normal.

The thugs 20 meters away had no idea that in those 10 seconds, Deng Tian had completely changed the situation. There were still two people in the hallway:
one leaning unconscious against the railing, a cigarette dangling from his mouth; the other
, Zhang Ziwen, the imposter wearing the same black t-shirt. He wasn't pacing back and forth; he stood brazenly in the doorway of a room, leaning against it and lighting
a cigarette. Inside was a large conference room, already full, with many more standing behind the seated people,
making it feel somewhat crowded. Zhang Ziwen took a satisfying drag of his cigarette. He could clearly hear the noisy
commotion ; it was quite intense. It seemed the news was true—tonight was the night of infighting.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at his watch. Those who missed it would probably wake up in about 20 minutes. He still had some
time to listen to what was causing the infighting before deciding to intervene.

"Boss, I absolutely disagree with what you're trying to do. Doing so will only bring
disaster ." The speaker's voice was loud and clear, and Zhang Ziwen heard it clearly. He was quite satisfied with the sound effects...

Chapter 109 Actions First, Words Second.

"Damn it, it's none of your business how I make money.
I'm going to do it do it, stop yelling." The voice was a bit hoarse, as if he was angry, and the speech was quite rude. Judging from the arrogant tone,
this was probably the guild leader.

"Hehe, the old guild leader appointed you, not so you could do this mess, right? The old guild leader's
body is barely cold you're already trying to cause trouble. I'm afraid some people won't accept it, and I, Long Er, will be the first to object." The loud voice did not back down.

"Fuck your mother, you're the only one who doesn't submit, what? You want to go against me? Hehe,
tonight is the night you'll be taught a lesson, hehehehe..." The chairman's sinister laughter came from inside
. Zhang Ziwen, who was eavesdropping outside, frowned...

"Hehe..." Long San let out a cold laugh: "Since you've said it outright, whatever you want, I'll take
it. I, Long San, don't fall for your act."

"You surnamed Long, you fucking want to rebel?"

another voice rang out.

"Scarface Six, you have no right to speak here, don't yell at my Third Brother." Another voice was clearly siding with Long
San.

The voice sounded familiar. Zhang Ziwen peeked out and saw that it was Baldy. No wonder it sounded familiar. He
saw that Baldy was glaring angrily at a man with a scar on his face. Scarface was not to be outdone and glared back at Baldy, his small
eyes slightly red.

The atmosphere inside was tense. The two men faced off, and both sides stood up.
The sounds of clashing knives and clubs rang out faintly from the building entrance, interspersed with occasional screams. In the dead of night, Zhang Ziwen could hear it
clearly ; it seemed a fight had broken out outside. However, there was no movement from the hands at the stairwell or downstairs. Everyone was still holding
their positions; no one was giving any signals. He found this strange, and after a moment's thought, he realized
someone must be launching a surprise attack.

"Long San, you've got a path to heaven but you don't take it, you've chosen the path to hell. Heh heh, tonight's the
night to take down your gang, damn it."

The chairman's words were followed by the sound of a teacup shattering, then a cracking sound.
At the same moment the chairman smashed the teacup, the bald man punched Scarface in the ribs. A professional boxer's reaction was quick. He knew it
was the opponent's signal and had struck first.

At the same time, two groups of men in black T-shirts rushed out from the two doors of the conference hall, instantly
surrounding Long San, the bald man, and the others. As if by magic, both sides produced weapons—steel pipes and knives—and the clanging of metal filled the
air. Long San and his companions were quickly confronted by the two burly men in black.

"Damn it, you actually brought in Su Tang's men, you bastard Wang, you're cunning!" Long San swung his knife, forcing back
the two men who had blocked his blade. They wouldn't let him get close. The fat, burly
chairman, who had greeted them with a smug smile, seemed to have spotted a trapped beast.

Two more screams rang out, and two men fell beside Long San. Seeing the dire situation, the bald man shouted,
"Follow me! Kill them all! Protect Brother San and get him out of here!" He swung his steel pipe several times, forcing back several burly men before lunging
towards .

The bald man was incredibly skilled; several sharp cracks of flesh and bone echoed as the men attacking Long San were struck, groaning
and retreating. Long San seemed to have been stabbed twice, and the bald man held him off, using his pipe to fend off another attacking
man. He then carried Long San towards the door, but there were too many men—layers upon layers of burly men in black—
blocking the entrance completely. Long San's men were surrounded, with only a few remaining. The circle was shrinking
, forcing them into a corner of the meeting hall. If it weren't for the bald man's valiant defense, Long San's men would have been... Fearing they would have been
hacked to pieces long ago…

Zhang Ziwen glanced at his watch, sensing the time was almost up. This bald man had warned him to be careful before; he had to save his life,
no matter what With a thought, he moved
, squeezing inwards and slapping the heads of the two men hard. The impact was loud; the two fell to the ground without a sound. Repeating this tactic, Zhang Ziwen moved
swiftly,
targeting

pairs of enemies. Those with their backs to him were still unaware of what was happening, several pairs already fallen. By the time they reacted, Zhang Ziwen had already rushed into the outer circle. Enemies appeared on both sides, and they raised their knives to strike him. Zhang Ziwen pressed his body against
the burly man with the highest raised knife, simultaneously elbowing him to the ground. He then slid and pressed against another burly man. The attacking
men didn't know where to strike with their knives; the knives were raised high, but they couldn't bring themselves to strike, each one anxiously waiting.

Zhang Ziwen showed no mercy, taking down one person after another as he moved. His movements were swift and

slippery; he didn't even bother to disarm them. With so many people, he deliberately targeted the most crowded spots. However, his efficiency
was too high , and soon everyone was down. He only struck with heavy blows, leaving the victims either unconscious or crippled. The sounds of broken bones and clashing elbows rang out continuously,
accompanied by muffled groans and screams. His ghostly figure moved through the crowd like a phantom, his feet moving quickly and his body gliding smoothly,
shifting and turning, constantly changing his posture, his hands constantly clashing.

The creativity of pushing the body to its limits, the fluidity of movement, the master of close combat playing with all sorts of
fancy tricks, sticking close and close, his hand movements controlled within a foot of explosive power, fists and palms clashing, elbows and shoulders striking, the movements
lightning fast, touching and knocking people down, figures flying, the crisp sound of bones breaking ringing out continuously, within minutes
the ground was full of people, those who couldn't react before he could get close were falling down, a few minutes was enough to see how
ruthless he was, his hands moving quickly and elegantly within a foot of him, breaking bones, smashing bones, cracking bones, shattering bones
with speed and ruthlessness, precise control, he could crouch down and stick close and carry a person flying, people flying one after another,
the parts he grabbed were all bony prominences, the sound of bones cracking and screams of pain, people flying a meter away, taking several people down with them.

The fight was hopeless. Long San and his men were already launching a counterattack. The smug smile on the chairman's face vanished, replaced by fear
in his eyes . Wherever that ghost passed, no one could stop it; people would willingly fall to the ground to avoid being caught in the crossfire
. The enemy had lost the will to resist. Zhang Ziwen, seeing his advantage, decided to stop, avoiding unnecessary physical exertion.

Having unleashed his fury, Zhang Ziwen ceased his attack, lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and pointed at
the people retreating five steps away from him.

He then made a downward gesture. His eyes were cold; at his feet were huddled people, not daring to groan loudly
. Those on the ground could feel his cruelty, including some lucky ones who had witnessed his performance a few nights ago.
They never expected this demon to come knocking on their door today. He'd just lost his luck; his brothers at the hospital were all lying there, and tonight it would be
his turn to lie down. The floor was filled with suppressed groans. The group of lucky ones he'd pointed to were all obediently sprawled on the ground,
not daring to move an inch. Where Zhang Ziwen's gaze swept, few dared to stand. Those who didn't believe in God, though
not lying down, had all huddled close to the chairman, huddled together for courage, but their legs were trembling.

Zhang Ziwen began to walk towards the chairman. Long San's men, having finished dealing with their opponents, stood still, all
eyes on him, watching him walk step by step towards the chairman, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The man blocking the chairman's path flinched slightly. He seemed nonchalant, but his eyes held a chilling ruthlessness.
His cold gaze swept past the man in front of him, locking onto the menacing chairman. However, the chairman, faced with such a
ruthless could no longer muster any ferocity; instead, fear gripped him. He trembled, terrified by the cold stare. He
had finally encountered someone more ruthless than himself. His men were like sheep, utterly defenseless before him.
The ghost was approaching, and he saw the ill intent in its eyes.

"...You...who are you?" the chairman's voice trembled. "...Don't...don't come any closer..."

"I'm your master, Zhang Ziwen, Master Zhang! You bastard, you dare say you don't know Master Zhang? Damn it!" Zhang Ziwen's
vulgarity was no less than the chairman's, and even more obscene things were still lurking in his mind. He was no gentleman; for this
potential threat , he needed to act, not just talk.

The chairman gasped. The past few nights had been filled with losses, medical expenses, and bribes, leaving him
penniless . He had just resolved the internal strife and was about to seek revenge when he heard that the ghost before him was accompanied by beautiful women. Extremely
lustful, he was not about to let anyone go. He wanted to indulge in debauchery and make those who dared to seriously injure him pay the price. His subordinates said that
the person before him was formidable, but he was a fierce man who was afraid of no one. How could he swallow this insult? He did not believe in gods, but now this god was about to
walk right up to him, having delivered himself to his doorstep. A malevolent force had come knocking, and tonight he had gotten a good start.

The chairman's men, unable to withstand the murderous aura emanating from him, shrank to the side and lay prone. The ferocious
figure face to face with him, less than two inches away. The chairman felt his body go weak, and he too wanted to lie down.
The ghost before him was more terrifying than the underworld. He would rather be hacked to death than face his cruel gaze. Unable to withstand
the piercing stare, he was about to kneel down in surrender when his neck was grabbed. A powerful hand choked him, making it hard to breathe.
His face instantly turned purple. With just a slight twist, his neck would snap. His throat made a hoarse sound
as he was about to suffocate. Suddenly, three cracking sounds rang out. His shoulder, elbow, and wrist were broken. His scream was cut short halfway through
as his neck was grabbed by another hand. Then, several more cracking sounds followed, this time more like snapping. Different
locations, different techniques—pulling, twisting, and contorting—it wasn't just dislocation, it was broken bones.
Zhang Ziwen would never give a third chance to an enemy who had attacked him repeatedly. The chairman's left hand and right foot were completely crippled; he'd be left with one hand to eat and
one use the toilet. Not taking his life was Zhang Ziwen's greatest mercy; he wished he could dismember the man before him.
The man before him liked violence, so he would repay him in kind. As for the person behind him who preferred civility, he would
treat him with the same civility. He liked to use his brain, and his brain was no slouch either.

Outside, sirens wailed, growing louder and louder, indicating a large police presence. Zhang Ziwen released his grip
; the chairman had already fainted from the pain and collapsed limply to the ground. Zhang Ziwen spat out the cigarette from his mouth and
smiled His partner's arrival was timely.

"Brother Wen, you should leave quickly. The police are here. We'll handle things here. Don't drag you down with us." The bald man knew
his name and naturally called him "Brother Wen," urging him to leave quickly.

"Brother, listen to my fifth brother. Leave quickly. We'll contact you later. We'll handle the police." Long
San's eyes showed gratitude. Without the young man before him, he would definitely be dead tonight. The underworld would dispose of a body without leaving a trace,
not even a hair. Long San and the bald man shared the same thought. They had their own ways of dealing with the police and
didn't want to drag Zhang Ziwen into it. They were willing to handle this minor trouble themselves and kept urging him to leave
the troublesome place .

Zhang Ziwen glanced at Long San, noticing he was covered in blood and clearly badly injured. He then pointed to the unconscious
chairman on the ground and asked, "Can this guy still recover? Is there any way to get the police to substantiate some crime against him?"
Long San and the bald man exchanged a glance, then looked at Zhang Ziwen, indicating with their eyes that it was no problem. Zhang Ziwen
understood this was the rule of the underworld: you can do it but you can't say it, especially when it involved the police. Getting their own people involved would mean the underworld
was bound to follow the law. The two men's eyes told him that Zhang Ziwen had complete trust in them.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at the slumped-over leader. The Black Dragon Gang's strength had been greatly weakened by internal strife tonight. Destroying a weakened
gang was exactly what the police did; they were hoping for this kind of infighting. There would definitely be a new
leader. Long San, who was standing in front of him, was no exception. It all depended on whether he could withstand the police
crackdown . With Zhang Ziwen's help, the Black Dragon Gang, whether destroyed or not, wouldn't bother him anymore. His gains tonight
were considerable. He had made a round of moves in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and now he could withdraw completely.

Zhang Ziwen smiled at the Long brothers in front of him, his eyes revealing friendship. He believed
they The Long brothers reciprocated with the same fervent gaze; having shared a small baptism of blood, they
were now friends. The chaotic footsteps of the police were rapidly approaching. Zhang Ziwen subtly ducked out the window…

Before he had driven more than a mile, his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and knew without even looking
who was calling. Zhang Ziwen pinched his nose and chuckled to himself.

“Hey Zhang, stop pretending with me. Where are you?” Wu Min’s voice remained icy.

“…At home…Aren’t you asleep yet? Can’t a person live like this…Haunting me this late? You think you
’re so great just because you’re a cop?” Zhang Ziwen continued to tease her.

“Hmph, just keep pretending. I’m not talking to you anymore. See you at the usual place in two hours.”

“The usual place? What’s our usual place?” Zhang Ziwen felt something was off; the question sounded awkward, with a hint of
ambiguity.

"...Yes...it's that bar from last time...Ugh, what a forgetful guy."

Wu Min realized the grammatical error in her previous sentence; "the old place" had a rather ambiguous connotation, and her tone became slightly flustered
...

Chapter 110 Funds in Place

"Oh...I see, the old place where we used to go on dates, right..." Before Zhang Ziwen could finish teasing her, Wu Min
had already hung up the phone.

Zhang Ziwen smiled; he was increasingly enjoying teasing this aloof Wu Min. He wondered what she would look like when she smiled if she didn't have that icy expression
. He was somewhat looking forward to it.

It's past 3 a.m. at the Music House, but the bar doesn't seem to have thinned out much. Nightlife enthusiasts
usually linger until dawn before heading home. This is Zhang Ziwen's third time here, and the feeling
is similar to before, except his mood is better each time. The lingering sadness of the first visit is gone. This
bar is indeed a nice place, but every time he comes here, he can't help but think of Mu Qing—her beautiful
face, her capricious teasing, her delicate body beneath him, her beautiful feet, the
glimpse of spring beneath her skirt, their recent farewell kiss, her melancholic eyes. He doesn't know why, but he's constantly
thinking about her, wanting to forget but unable to. Zhang Ziwen rolls up his sleeve; the teeth marks on his arm are still clearly visible. Every time he showers
at home , these teeth marks constantly trigger his memories, reminding him of every little thing he did with Mu Qing…

Why can't he erase the image of the little lioness he once hated? Is it her change in life?
Or is it that farewell kiss? Zhang Ziwen didn't understand. He only knew that forgetting her was incredibly difficult...

Zhang Ziwen sighed, took out a cigarette and lit it. Through the swirling smoke, a beautiful woman gracefully walked towards him.
Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Was it Mu Qing? He blew away the smoke. It was Wu Min. Because she didn't have the flowing long hair of Xi,
Zhang Ziwen felt a slight disappointment...

After sitting down, Wu Min ordered a glass of juice. Then her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhang Ziwen. They didn't blink for a moment. Even though
Zhang Ziwen had a thick skin, he still felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at.

"...Am I handsome tonight? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Seeing that she was staring at him without saying anything, Zhang Ziwen forced out a question.

"Handsome, very handsome. Your skills are extremely handsome, and you're ruthless. Do you know how many people are crippled? 12
severely disabled people can't take care of themselves, and 16 people still have aftereffects even after recovery. This is the result of what you've done." Wu Min's
eyes a little unfriendly.

"What did you say?" Zhang Ziwen's eyes showed confusion. "What did you say? I don't understand." He thought to
himself , this girl's eyes are a bit off. Could it be that she wants to renege on her promise?

"Don't understand? Zhang Ziwen, you called me and said the Black Dragon Society is in Neijiang tonight. You don't understand?" Seeing
him pretending to be confused, Wu Min started to feel annoyed.

"You mean it's good news?" Zhang Ziwen looked enlightened. "Yes, I called. I
heard . The underworld is causing trouble in Neijiang. As a law-abiding citizen, there's nothing wrong with me calling the police, right? By the way, did they really
cause trouble tonight?"

Zhang Ziwen wasn't trying to tease her. He would do what he was told tonight, but he would never admit it. Even if he cooperated with her, he
wouldn't admit it. Who knew when she would turn on him? He had a line drawn between himself and the police. In short, it was
a cooperation that couldn't be spoken of, so he would keep it to himself.

“Zhang Ziwen, I’m telling you something serious, and you’re still pretending. Who else could have broken those bones like you?
We didn’t say we were going to do anything to you, so what are you afraid of? Why are you denying it? Are you even a man? You dare to do it but not to act on it.” Wu
Min was telling the truth; she genuinely didn't think much of him, only that she was unhappy with his harsh treatment.

"Let me tell you, I know nothing about what you're saying. What's with all this 'pretending' nonsense? I'm a
law-abiding , a businessman who pays taxes. Don't drag me into these messy things. If you keep this up, I
'll have my lawyer talk to you. This is ridiculous." Zhang Ziwen's expression was serious; he intended to
deny everything.

"You…" Wu Min seemed to see his old, shameless behavior again, and her anger flared: "Zhang, do you know
what I hate most about you?"

"Say whatever you want, I'm listening." Zhang Ziwen seemed indifferent.

"It's your shameless behavior, your thuggish act, your refusal to admit your mistakes, your complete lack of manly
responsibility ." Wu Min was ruthless.

"That's right, that's just how I am. You've known me for a while now.
So what if you hate me? I've been here for a long time, haven't I? You called me out of my house tonight just for this?
What a waste of time." Zhang Ziwen was extremely disgusted by the words "little hooligan" she used, and his temper flared, his
tone hardening.

The unintentional verbal friction between them had created a misunderstanding, making further discussion impossible. Wu Min had wanted to tell him about
the Black Dragon Society leader's alleged drug trafficking and the discovery of a large quantity of drugs, and she wanted to ask him if he knew anything about the inside story, but he wouldn't even admit to attacking
the Black Dragon Society. Further questioning would only bring her more anger. Wu Min felt frustrated; she didn't understand
why their conversation had turned sour. Their relationship had somewhat improved, and she believed it would return to normal after tonight.

The two were locked in a cold war. The romantic music couldn't evoke any romance in
them atmosphere was tense; neither wanted to speak, nor did they want to look at each other again. The atmosphere was awkward, and he was furious.

“…If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.”

Zhang Ziwen stood up. He didn’t want to argue with her anymore. He sighed inwardly; this bar was a bit of
a curse for him, becoming his go-to place for breakups.

Wu Min glanced at him, said nothing, her eyes were a little cold, the meaning was clear: leave if you want, she
wasn’t going to show weakness and keep him here.

She left quickly, almost without looking back, taking away a gust of wind, leaving behind only a faint
smell . Wu Min’s beautiful eyes welled up with tears. She felt wronged, and she couldn’t hold back the crystal tears that
slid down her pretty face…

Two weeks passed quickly. The two managers under him had already figured out the competitors and the departments
under their jurisdiction . Tang Shu really didn’t disappoint Zhang Ziwen. She only took less than two days to tell him the results.
In addition to the Jiangbei District Mayor’s approval, Wu Tianhao, the Vice Mayor of Zhonghai City, was the main person in charge of the project. Tang Shu
also revealed a lot of important information. The national investment in the entire Jiangbei District development project was as high as 10 billion yuan.
It would become the second Haidong Development Zone, a future international business center and financial center. Jiangbei District is poised
to become a golden land. Every inch of land is incredibly valuable, and powerful multinational corporations are already preparing to establish themselves there.

Currently, Jiangbei District faces a significant funding gap, requiring Zhonghai City to raise a portion of the capital. These projects
often involve hundreds of billions of yuan, and the Zhonghai Municipal Government has implemented various preferential policies to attract foreign investment.

All project entry conditions are now determined through bidding, with prime advertising spaces being sold off in a competitive auction
– one of the Zhonghai Municipal Government's methods for attracting investment. Currently, the most competitive area is the bidding for construction projects, with
various vying fiercely for dominance. The business war in Jiangbei District is already raging…

The information Tang Shu obtained is extremely important to Zhang Ziwen; he has a basic
understanding . The remaining task is to overcome these obstacles one by one. He wonders where this girl got such crucial
information. Zhang Ziwen didn't ask; he prefers to express his feelings through actions, using his boundless love to express
his appreciation .

Zhang Ziwen held Tang Shu close, his lips brushing against her cheek, taking advantage of the little darling. Tang Shu loved his
teasing, especially in his warm embrace. His arms were her nest; she felt full and satisfied.
His caresses made her feel sweet, and his kisses made her feel intoxicated. That was enough. Tang Shu asked for nothing more. She
couldn't leave his embrace, and only she could enjoy his broad chest alone for so long...

The office door opened. Who else but He Li could barge in without knocking? As she entered,
she witnessed a scene that made her blush. Tang Shu nestled in Zhang Ziwen's arms, her beautiful eyes slightly flashing, their lips
meeting in a passionate kiss. The two were lost in their ecstasy, while the wicked man's hands
roamed over Tang Shu's breasts, causing her body to sway and undulate with his caresses
... Her soft lips refused to leave his, and a suppressed, joyful moan seemed to escape her throat... a sound
that tempted one to sin... The erotic scene before her eyes made He Li's body heat up. She seemed to recall the suffocating passion she shared with
Zhang Ziwen . Was his hand doing the same thing? He Li didn't dare to think any further...

Zhang Ziwen sensed someone else in the office and called out
to He Li as she turned to slip away. When she turned back, he saw both of them blushing and looking embarrassed. Tang Shu didn't know how much she had seen, but
Zhang Ziwen knew that He Li had witnessed his blatant act of taking advantage of her. He felt a little awkward, but
since she had come to see him, he assumed she had something to say, so he suppressed his embarrassment and called out to her...

"...Sis, you wanted to see me about something?" Zhang Ziwen's smile was a little unnatural.

He Li gave him a dirty look, the meaning clear: you're just asking for trouble.

"Sister Li, please have some coffee."

The obedient Tang Shu had already made the coffee and brought it to He Li, but the blush on her face hadn't faded.

He Li took the coffee and gestured for Tang Shu to sit down beside her. She
teased , "Hehe...you're not upset that I interrupted your good time, are you?"

"...You're so annoying...Sister Li is making fun of me...I won't stand for it..." Tang Shu blushed deeply, burying her face in He Li's arms
. Her face, usually so shy, was now as red as a ripe apple, almost dripping with moisture.

He Li felt a wave of tenderness wash over her, her heart aching for the sweet Tang Shu. She couldn't resist pressing her lips to
her neck, kissing her fair skin. Her tenderness could only be expressed in this sensual way. Tang Shu felt a
tickle on the back of her neck, her body wriggling, trying to turn away. For a moment, the office was filled with the warmth of spring... The two beautiful women, both fragrant,
were cuddling on the sofa, making Zhang Ziwen watch with bated breath, swallowing hard...

Tang Shu, having had her fill of playfulness, stood up. Her face, still flushed, was infinitely alluring, making Zhang Ziwen's heart tighten.
His appetite was whetted; this girl was too alluring, utterly captivating. His moral compass was about to crumble; he seemed to be
contemplating having her body…

Tang Shu asked for leave to return to school for her thesis defense. Zhang Ziwen smiled and agreed, then took her
soft, fragrant body into his arms, cuddling her tenderly before letting her go. Watching her leave with a blissful expression,
Zhang Ziwen was almost intoxicated…

He Li, seeing his infatuated look, rolled her eyes at him and teased, “Come on, stop being so reluctant.
If I were you, I would have… I would have done it already…”

Her face flushed slightly as she finished speaking; her words were somewhat ambiguous.

Zhang Ziwen snapped out of his daze and smiled sheepishly, “Alright, what's up?”
Changing ; engaging in ambiguous conversation with He Li seemed inappropriate.

“It’s been two years. The new office space has been completed, nearly 1000 square meters, exactly as you requested.
Don’t be stingy when you pay.” He Li herself felt a pang of pain; this was a project costing nearly a million.

Zhang Ziwen nodded, signaling her to continue. He was also eager to speak, but he had no choice; you can't catch a
wolf without risking your cub.

"Also, there's an extra 20 million in the account. Tell me honestly, who invested in our company?"
He Li was very curious; she never imagined this silly younger brother would have such abilities.

"Just a friend, a very good person. I'll introduce you to her another day," Zhang Ziwen said dismissively.

He Li noticed his slightly uncomfortable expression, and her innate female intuition detected a hint of femininity.

"It's a woman, isn't it? You've hooked up with a rich woman? Humph, don't accuse me of selling my body." He Li half-seriously, half-teasingly
probed him.

Zhang Ziwen's face flushed slightly: "...What nonsense are you talking about? It really is just a friend. Didn't I say I'd introduce
you to her another day?" He had something to hide; Tang Ying was indeed a rich woman, a super-rich one at that.

He Li sensed his guilt and was about to press her advantage when Zhang Ziwen's phone rang on his desk.
It came just in time. Zhang Ziwen fled to his desk as if his life depended on it; if questioned further,
he'd surely confess. He was helpless against his beautiful older sister.

"Is this... Ziwen?" A magnetic voice came from the phone, captivating and enchanting. Zhang Ziwen's heart trembled.
Just then, the phone rang.

"It's me, Sister Ying." Zhang Ziwen naturally changed his form of address.

"...You recognized my voice?" Tang Ying seemed to like his new way of addressing her.

"It's hard not to recognize it; you can't find another voice as beautiful as mine." Zhang Ziwen
replied with a . He was honest, but He Li, sitting on the sofa, pursed her lips, thinking, "Is it really that beautiful?
When did this rascal meet this 'Sister Ying'? Humph, I'm your sister! Someone's trying to steal her away!" He Li felt
a pang of jealousy.

"Stop being so cheeky, you're asking for it." Tang Ying scolded playfully, but her delight was palpable. Women always
enjoy being flattered, and even someone as elegant as her was no exception...

Chapter 111 The Level is a Bit High

"By the way, I've already had the first installment of funds transferred to your account. Have the finance department receive it." Tang Ying
said softly.

"Received it. My older sister just told me. Thank you so much." A phone call yesterday, and the
money arrived today. Tang Ying's trust and support for him went beyond mere gratitude.

"That's good. How's your progress? I'll be checking in with you regularly, so you don't slack off."
Tang Ying's tone was concerned.

"It's going well. I've figured out that Mayor Wu from the city is in charge of the project. I'm trying to figure out how to get close to
him." Zhang Ziwen reported honestly to her; he didn't need to hide anything from her.

"You mean Mr. Wu? Oh, I see..." Tang Ying hesitated for a moment, "...Well,
there's a gathering at the Bankers' Club tonight, and they sent me an invitation. I initially declined, but I heard Mr. Wu will be there. Why don't
you come with me tonight? Maybe we'll get something out of it."

"Really? He'll be there? I'll go then. I'll pick you up from your place first." Zhang Ziwen was
overjoyed. He sensed good things were about to happen and didn't bother to analyze how Tang Ying addressed the mayor.

"Hehe... Don't be so happy. That Wu Tianhao isn't someone just anyone can get close to. It all depends on your abilities.
It's settled then. Come over before nine o'clock tonight." Tang Ying said goodbye and hung up the phone.

Zhang Ziwen was ecstatic, his face instantly beaming. He had been wondering how to get close to a high-ranking government official, and
Tang Ying had given him such good news. He couldn't miss this opportunity.

"Tch, what's so great about it? You're so happy just because you met a lady outside? You little brat." He Li expressed strong
dissatisfaction.

This was a bit off, so Zhang Ziwen quickly moved closer to He Li, forcing a smile. "I'm so happy about the project.
Mayor Wu is going to the Bankers' Club tonight, and I'm planning to go there to meet him."

"The Bankers' Club? Can you even get in? That's a place where high-ranking officials and multinational tycoons communicate, a place where foreign
bank executives gather. Ordinary people can't get in." He Li had heard of that place;
there might be no one in Zhonghai City who didn't know it, but very few people were actually qualified to go in.

"I can't get in, but Sister Ying can take me in. She's been invited. Don't you think that's a good opportunity?"
Zhang Ziwen was a little excited.

"Sister Ying again? Does she have that much influence?" He Li felt uncomfortable. Her beautiful eyes
darted around as she said, "I'd also like to see that place. How about you take me?" Sister Ying? I want
to see what kind of person she is. He Li thought to herself.

"...Well, I don't know if it'll work out." Zhang Ziwen hesitated. He knew the Bankers' Club
well; it wasn't a place just anyone could enter, especially since he was just being carried along. "

It's inconvenient, right? You go keep your sister Ying company. Never mind, I'm leaving now." He Li stood up.
Her expression was somewhat indifferent. Whether she went or not didn't really matter, but the thought of him being alone with "Sister Ying" made He Li feel a sense of unease, a woman's innate
intuition revealing her dissatisfaction.

"No..." Zhang Ziwen quickly grabbed He Li's hand, forcing a smile, "Let me make a call and ask
her first, okay? Sister, calm down, I'll call right now..." He then pulled He Li to the desk. He pressed
the speakerphone button, and the call connected quickly.

"...Ziwen, is there something you need?"

Tang Ying's pleasant voice came through. He Li frowned slightly. Was she being too intimate?

"...Can I bring my sister tonight?" I'd like to bring her along, but I don't know if that's convenient? —Zhang
Ziwen directly adopted He Li's request as his own.

"Sure, no problem, just bring it. Why bother calling me first?" Tang Ying
's answer was surprisingly straightforward.

"This... I was afraid of causing you trouble." Zhang Ziwen squinted awkwardly. He Li, seeing his expression,
felt a pang of sympathy. She felt a little embarrassed; had she really caused trouble for her silly little brother?

"Don't be so petty. What's the trouble? I'll get you and your brother members later, making it even more
convenient for you to come and go." Tang Ying spoke with an overbearing tone, as if this top-tier club belonged to her family.

Zhang Ziwen didn't notice her arrogance. Tang Ying had given him enough face, not making things difficult for him in front of He Li. He was
grateful enough at this moment. He knew He Li's temper; if he didn't go along with her today, she wouldn't be happy, and he probably wouldn't be able to handle things with peace of mind
tonight . After all, this beautiful He Li was the person he cared about most.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ziwen smiled at He Li and said, "Hehe... It's settled. Come with me tonight."

He Li forced a smile. She felt her request was a bit
unreasonable ; he had answered so readily. She understood he was going to take care of important business. What was there to worry about?
As long as her silly little brother was alright, what did it matter if her older sister had to go? Hearing his pleasant voice, He Li felt a little embarrassed
. She considered giving up on going with him that night. She had unintentionally held him back, and she felt a pang of guilt.

"What's wrong? You seem a little unhappy?" Zhang Ziwen asked cautiously.

He Li smiled slightly: "I'm still thinking about whether I should go tonight, little brother. Am I being a bit annoying? Always
causing you trouble."

"How could I? Actually, it's better with you with me..." Zhang Ziwen naturally hugged her and said softly,
"I really want you to come with me. It's my first time going to that place, and I'm not sure what to do. With you looking after me,
I feel more confident." Zhang Ziwen would never find He Li annoying; her words were as good as nothing to him.

"Really? Then... then I'll go with you..." He Li pressed her body against him, her face close to his.
She felt a little touched; his words gave her a sense of mutual dependence, a very warm feeling.

Night fell, the city lights came on, and the colorful neon lights adorned the city night. The vibrant lights tempted
city dwellers to leave their homes for entertainment and shopping. The streets were crowded, and the night was enchanting...

The Santana stopped in the parking lot opposite Adiya, in its usual spot. Zhang Ziwen liked to park his car in
the spot next to his old black Phantom, although that car wasn't parked there anymore. His old, secondhand car
was a bit of an eyesore in a neighborhood full of luxury cars, but thankfully the security guards had already been trained by some troublemakers. Despite the car's dilapidated condition, the young man was quite
polite , greeting them as he entered, so they didn't cause him any trouble.

Zhang Ziwen took out his phone and called Tang Ying, telling her he was at the parking lot. Tang Ying told him to
wait for her at the club entrance, and that he and He Li should get in her car.

Zhang Ziwen, dressed in a suit, and He Li, in an evening gown, walked hand-in-hand to the club entrance. The handsome man and beautiful woman
immediately attracted countless eyes. The wealthy socialites entering and leaving the club couldn't help but glance at them
, wondering which rich young master and heiress they were.

Suddenly, a large number of burly men in suits wearing headsets appeared at the entrance, quickly clearing a
safe passage leading to the elevator.

These men clearly recognized Zhang Ziwen. They didn't harass him, but simply positioned themselves around the two men, forming
an invisible net. Zhang Ziwen was a little surprised. He knew these were Tang Ying's bodyguards, but was
such a commotion necessary?

Several cars pulled up in front of the club. Two Mercedes-Benz 500SLs were in front, followed by two more, and
then five imposing black Hummers. In the middle was the incredibly prestigious black Phantom.
The appearance of this convoy immediately attracted onlookers, but unfortunately, Tang Ying's bodyguards had cordoned off the area within 200 meters, preventing anyone
from getting even a fraction closer.

"This is Tang Ying's convoy?" Zhang Ziwen wondered in astonishment. The convoy seemed far too domineering. What was the difference between this level
of security and that of a head of state? Zhang Ziwen had considerable knowledge of security. The men in suits
were positioned professionally and quickly, with a wide field of vision. There were likely also plainclothes officers lurking among the crowd,
a standard A-level security setup. Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded; Tang Ying's background seemed to extend far beyond that of a super-rich woman.

Just then, the elevator bell rang, and the doors slowly opened. Two men in suits stepped out first, their expressions still
serious , their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. Then, a stunningly beautiful figure appeared—it was Tang Ying. Behind her
were four more men, her beautiful figure surrounded by them. She quickly reached Zhang Ziwen
and Tang Ying's side.

The door of the black Phantom was opened by a burly man in a suit. Tang Ying, who had just approached, naturally took He Li's hand and smiled at
Zhang Ziwen : "Your sister and I will sit in the back, you can sit in the front."

Still a little confused, He Li had no choice but to follow Tang Ying into the car. With a soft click, the back
door closed, and the burly man in the suit opened the front door, gesturing for Zhang Ziwen to enter. Zhang Ziwen
composed himself, got into the front seat, and the door closed behind him.

The black Phantom slowly started moving, with several bodyguards jogging alongside it. As the car gradually picked up speed,
the bodyguards then slipped into the Mercedes behind. The convoy headed east, driving at a relatively slow pace within the city. Zhang Ziwen mentally
estimated the speed to be around 40 kilometers per hour—standard "presidential speed." Maintaining speeds above this
would make it difficult to spot the convoy from the outside. Zhang Ziwen also noticed a detail: although there were no police escorts, the convoy
moved smoothly, passing green lights all the way, and the roads seemed to have become dedicated lanes, with no other vehicles cutting
in Zhang Ziwen was extremely puzzled. Who exactly was Tang Ying in the back seat? Why was she receiving such special treatment?
Was her rank far too high?

The two beautiful women behind him were unaware of his wild guesses. Tang Ying's easygoing and generous nature quickly made He Li
acquainted . She didn't care about Tang Ying's status; there was a certain attraction between beautiful women. The two beauties
whispered among themselves, and the topic of Zhang Ziwen seemed to bring them closer. The two beauties occasionally let out cheerful
giggles, and one could faintly hear He Li recounting embarrassing stories from Zhang Ziwen's childhood…

On the 52nd floor of the Bank of China Tower on the banks of the Hongpu River, one could enjoy the best panoramic view of both sides of the river.
The restaurant in the Bankers' Club was one of the most expensive and luxurious in Zhonghai City. In addition, there were more than ten ultra-luxury apartments…
The suites at Hua's, with their luxurious facilities and high floors, are like paradise on earth.

This club is also a favorite place for senior officials of China Overseas to receive foreign guests. Not only can they introduce the landscape of China Overseas,
but they can also provide world-class service. Moreover, the staff here have all received special confidentiality training, so there is no need to worry about any
privacy leaks. The membership fee of the Bankers Club is not high, at 50,000 yuan, and there are not many members. However, those who can become
members here are all of very high status. To enter this place, money is no longer a concept of status;
power and position are the themes of this club.

Six bodyguards followed her to the 52nd floor and stopped. Security inside wasn't their concern. Entering the magnificent
lobby, they found it already quite crowded. Tang Ying's appearance caused a small commotion. Several couples of foreign
guests in formal evening gowns came to greet her. More and more people arrived, and the gentlemen and ladies quickly surrounded Tang Ying,
respectfully pleasantries with her. Tang Ying, with a glamorous smile, was dazzling and instantly
became the focus of the club. Everyone's attention seemed drawn to her. He Li consciously
returned to Zhang Ziwen's side, linking her arm with his, and asked curiously in a low voice, "...Brother,
how did you meet this beautiful Sister Ying? What does she do?"

Zhang Ziwen smiled. This was a difficult question to answer. He only knew she was the owner of Adiya, but tonight's
demeanor was too much for him. Just being a club owner seemed a bit too much. As for how they met, that was even more difficult
to answer. He couldn't very well say he was caught hiding under her bed.

"I remember now, when we went to the Adiya Club last time, wasn't she on the balcony too?" He
Li suddenly recalled the scene. Tang Ying's aura was so captivating; though it was just a fleeting glance, it left a deep impression.
"Hmph... So you two knew each other all along. You even dared to lie to me last time." He Li remembered that Zhang Ziwen had indeed
said he didn't know her. This scoundrel dared to lie to me? She wanted to pick a fight with him.

"I really didn't know her then." Zhang Ziwen quickly replied, sensing the displeasure in He Li's tone.

"I don't believe you! Who knows what else you're hiding from me? Come back and see how I deal with you." He Li
didn't let him off the hook, pinching his arm hard. It

stung a little, and Zhang Ziwen gasped. He had no choice but to accept He Li's ruthlessness; retaliating would only bring more
torment. She was someone he couldn't afford to mess with.

Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted from behind to the front, and a beautiful woman walked in, arm in arm with a middle-aged man in a dark blue
suit The woman brushed past him, wearing a light pink off-
the-shoulder evening gown that trailed on the floor, revealing a slender waist and full hips—her figure was incredibly alluring. The faint fragrance emanating from her was
so intoxicating; Zhang Ziwen was smelling it for the first time, yet her graceful figure seemed so
familiar, so uncanny that it looked exactly like her…

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