236: Chapter 234: Good Skills 236: Chapter 234: Good Skills Leaving the Grand Fortune Hotel and getting into the car, Fang Min sat with her arms crossed and face sullen, her heaving chest a clear indicator of her foul mood.
For a woman, a man can be a lifelong support, and mature women are extremely cautious in choosing partners.
If it weren’t for her family circumstances, Fang Min would not have considered looking for a man so soon.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to find someone, but rather she felt that if the right person didn’t come along, she was willing to wait for fate.
True love is hard to find even when wealth is easy to come by.
Fang Min had no real fondness for Shaoquan; it was more that her family strongly approved of the match, so she entertained the idea out of sheer resignation.
But now, discovering that Shaoquan was such a despicable hypocrite, already keeping multiple mistresses, and still having the audacity to discuss marriage with her?
The notion was laughably absurd.
She suspected he aimed to deceive her, have his fun, and then discard her.
This was not a man sincerely looking to marry and share a life.
This realization struck Fang Min hard, shaking the already fragile foundations of her heart.
“People show their true colors in time; all these years, I’ve lived in vain,” Fang Min scoffed bitterly, “I was naive to be deceived like some gullible little girl.
To think I regarded him as reliable, only to discover he’s such a vile, despicable man.
If that’s the case, I’d rather remain single than rely on a man.”
“Well, don’t be too pessimistic, Min.
There are bad people, but there are good ones too.
There are still plenty of dependable men out there,” Tangyu comforted her.
Fang Min glanced at Tangyu, shaking her head after a moment, “Then I must not be lucky enough to meet one.
Let’s head back to the office.”
With a smirk, Tangyu joked, “You’ve got a dependable man right in front of you.”
Fang Min blinked in surprise, then chuckled and said, “In my eyes, you’re still just a young boy.
Whether you’re reliable or not remains to be seen.”
“Leaders are welcome to inspect me at any time,” Tangyu replied.
Fang Min couldn’t help but laugh, which lifted her spirits significantly.
With an affectionate glare, she teased, “You’re a smooth talker.
It’s no wonder you’re popular with the girls.
If only I really did have a brother like you.”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll happily be your brother.
I’ve always thought of you as a sister anyway,” Tangyu offered.
Fang Min was startled; she had spoken without much thought, not expecting Tangyu to take her seriously.
But the idea of having such a brother was appealing.
With a smile, she responded, “Alright then, I’ll accept you as my brother.”
Their exchange felt like a bonding oath, greatly narrowing the distance between them and dissipating previous misgivings.
With Tangyu’s guidance, Fang Min quickly put the matter with Shaoquan behind her, showing remarkable self-regulation and not allowing the affair to cast a shadow over her.
She viewed the situation with clarity and, frankly, didn’t care for Shaoquan.
She considered herself fortunate; had it not been for Tangyu, Fang Min might have continued to be deceived by Shaoquan’s false pretenses.
Soon after, they arrived back at Empire Trade Daxia.
Just as they were about to drive into the parking garage, Tangyu’s phone rang.
Seeing it was Song Qingyu calling, he knew it had to be something important.
Without hesitation, he answered, “Captain Song, do you have news?”
“Yes, I’ve located the person you’re looking for.
You’re at the company, right?
Come down; I’ll pick you up,” Song Qingyu said.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you downstairs,” Tangyu replied.
Hanging up the phone and before Tangyu could speak, Fang Min said, “You have something to attend to, go on then.”
“Alright, Min, I guess I’m taking leave now,” Tangyu said.
“Go ahead, it’s alright.
But I won’t give you any special treatment, your leave this morning will still be recorded,” Fang Min stated.
“That’s only fair; feel free to deduct from my salary,” Tangyu smiled.
Tangyu got out of the car, leaving Fang Min to drive to the garage.
He waited by the roadside for no more than three minutes before Song Qingyu arrived in her police car.
He got in, and without another word, she drove off.
“Where is this person?” Tangyu asked.
“In the Western Suburbs,” Song Qingyu replied coldly, not even turning to look at him.
Seeing Song Qingyu’s blunt response and the colder-than-usual expression on her face, Tangyu studied her for a moment before asking, “What’s wrong, are you in a bad mood?
Did someone upset you?”
“Mind your own business,” Song Qingyu retorted.
“Uh, okay, I won’t ask anymore,” Tangyu dared not say more, sensing from Song Qingyu’s sharp gaze that her mood was not too pleasant at the moment.
Tangyu was somewhat curious about who had upset Song Qingyu so much.
It took a full half-hour before Song Qingyu finally parked the car in a secluded area.
This was already the Western Suburbs of Donglin City, a relatively underdeveloped area that hadn’t been exploited.
You could even see farmlands and vegetable gardens.
The two got out of the car, and soon a police officer approached, “Captain Song.”
“How’s the situation?” asked Song Qingyu.
“There’s no situation for the time being.
He’s inside that abandoned factory over there.
We’ve been guarding every position, and there have been no problems,” the officer reported.
Tangyu looked over in the direction the officer pointed.
The abandoned factory mentioned was about three hundred meters away.
The area of the factory was not small, and it seemed to have been abandoned for quite some time.
From afar, it was filled with piles of garbage and discarded materials, suggesting residents had already turned the site into a waste recycling station.
“You all stay here; I’ll go over alone,” Tangyu said.
“Alright, be careful,” Song Qingyu instructed.
Tangyu’s lips curved slightly upward as he dashed toward the factory complex like a leopard, closing in rapidly on the distant buildings, and soon entering the area.
His speed was so astonishing that both Song Qingyu and the officer’s eyes widened in shock, almost as if they were watching a ghost in action.
In the process of tracking for over a day, they had also felt the might of that person’s abilities, understanding that a normal approach would certainly result in being detected.
Once inside the factory, the place was filled with nauseating gases, somewhere even beggars might not wish to venture.
Tangyu’s gaze swept the surroundings as he moved silently like the wind, his footsteps quiet as a cat’s, making not a single sound.
Tangyu also didn’t want to spook the target.
If the other party thought he was a foe and decided to flee, that would complicate matters.
It wasn’t that Tangyu lacked confidence in catching up; rather, such a chase might force the man into revealing himself, which could be dangerous for them both.
“Hmm!” Tangyu’s eyes suddenly narrowed as he sensed a dangerous aura approaching from behind.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he swiftly sidestepped, turning sharply.
The spot where he had just stood now held another figure with a long sword in hand, glinting coldly.
If he had dodged any later, he would likely have been pierced by the blade.
Tangyu’s gaze fell on his assailant, a man around thirty, tall and robust.
The man’s complexion, however, was pale, lips particularly bloodless, suggestive of serious injuries.
One hand pressed against his chest while the other pointed the long sword at Tangyu.
Dressed modernly but wielding a sword of ancient times, this combination did give off a strange vibe.
Nonetheless, the intense murderous aura emanating from the man put Tangyu on high alert.
Just from that initial strike, one could tell the attacker was skilled, and despite the apparent injuries, his strength remained formidable.
This was, at the very least, the toughest adversary Tangyu had encountered since arriving in Donglin City.
The man’s potent presence and eyes, which seemed as though they could pierce the heavens, exuded a regal dominance befitting a ruler of the world.
Simply from these details, one could infer his identity was anything but ordinary.
Tangyu, unaccustomed to encountering worthy opponents, felt a surge of excitement, an urge to spar with the man before him.
But with the man being injured, a fair contest was out of the question, and Tangyu had no interest in taking advantage of such a situation.
“Wait—don’t misunderstand, I’m not here to fight you.
Gu Xing asked me to find you, I’m here to help,” Tangyu asserted.
“Hmph, do you think I’ll believe you?” the man snorted coldly.
His sword thrust forward, sending a chilling glint from its tip, transforming into a blade of light darting towards Tangyu.
The sword shimmered in the air, producing what seemed like hundreds of sword flowers, dazzling to the eye.
Tangyu was somewhat taken aback, acknowledging that the man’s swordsmanship was indeed impressive.
He had some knowledge of swordplay himself.
However, currently unarmed, Tangyu kept retreating.
Spotting a rust-eaten, shapeless piece of metal on the ground, he deftly kicked it up into his hand to meet the assault.
“Clang!
Clang!
Clang!!!”
The sound of metal clashing filled the air, sparking flames with each collision.
“I don’t mind entertaining your search, but you’re badly wounded, and forcing your True Qi will only exacerbate your injuries.
I truly am Gu Xing’s friend; I’m here to help you.
If you don’t believe me, I’ll call him right now.
He also gave me a card, telling me to use it to call him once I found you.
Do I look like I’m here to fight you?
Besides, if I were your enemy, I wouldn’t waste time talking,” Tangyu explained.
“Hmph, you think such base tricks will deceive me?
Do you truly believe I’ll fall for that?
You just want to capture me alive—do you think that’s so easy?
You have accomplices too; tell them to come out.
Today, even if it means death, I’ll take several of you down with me,” the man retorted, obviously not convinced by Tangyu’s words.
He scoffed and renewed his attack on Tangyu, his sword carrying even greater lethal intent as it advanced.
Tangyu was somewhat exasperated by this point, finding the man to be overly cautious and wise beyond his years.
It was precisely for this reason that persuading him proved difficult.
Tangyu sighed in resignation; short of incapacitating the man, it seemed he could not proceed with a peaceful conversation.
Seeing no other option, Tangyu shook his head and prepared to act, for it appeared that only through subduing his opponent could they speak civilly.
“Since you refuse to believe me, I have no choice but to offend you,” said Tangyu.
With that, he exerted force through his makeshift weapon, deflecting the man’s sword to one side.