Qin Yexuan’s face turned slightly red.
He was rendered speechless by his sister-in-law’s question.
“Sister-in-law, you can blush too?” Su Bingyan exclaimed.
Over the years, in the eyes of her and her sisters, their brother-in-law had been like a stone Buddha, always remaining calm and collected no matter what happened.
Qin Yexuan smiled then. “It seems I was too presumptuous. Forgive me, Bingyan. I’ll find another place for our dates in the future.”
Su Bingyan rubbed her forehead, speechless. “That’s not what I meant at all. I overheard you at the door just now…”
She suddenly covered her mouth, her face also turning red.
She admitted to eavesdropping herself.
Oh, how embarrassing.
Both fell into silence.
Upstairs, it seemed the younger sisters had been awakened.
Shyly, Su Bingyan pushed Qin Yexuan into the room and shut the door with a click.
Neither Su Bingyan nor Qin Yexuan slept that night.
The next day, Su Ning shuang, with her large travel bag packed with luggage, headed straight for the airport.
Jiangcheng Special Police had prepared the documents.
“Ning Shuang, when you get to Xiangjiang, be sure to cooperate well with them. Things are different there, and their methods of investigation are also different,” her former superior instructed personally. “You are the future star of our Jiangcheng Police Department. This mission represents the reputation of the Jiangcheng Police Department.”
“Director, please rest assured. I will handle this case well.”
After her flight took off, another private jet taxied onto the runway.
Inside the luxurious private jet, Qin Yexuan sat leisurely, carrying no luggage, still in his white shirt and black trousers, looking as if he wasn't going on a trip.
A desk was placed before him, and he was working inside the private jet.
A beautiful flight attendant solicitously offered him wine and snacks. Qin Yexuan waved his hand slightly. “You may be busy. Just let me know before landing.”
He opened the intelligence report on Xiangjiang and read it carefully.
Xiangjiang, the Gao Yao family, the God of Gamblers, had been entrenched in Xiangcheng for at least a century.
Starting from Gao Yao’s grandfather fleeing to Xiangjiang, they had now become a top-tier wealthy family in Xiangcheng.
They owned six major entertainment venues, four gambling conglomerates, and eight offshore gambling cruise ships!
However, the Gao Yao family had recently encountered trouble. Their ships were threatened in international waters, hindering normal operations and causing profits to plummet.
For this reason, Gao Yao sent his son, Gao Tian, to Jiangcheng to seek other business opportunities.
The Gao family’s plan was to establish an underground bank in Jiangcheng and then invite prominent families and celebrities to transfer their wealth through the bank to Xiangjiang for entertainment.
It was a grand scheme. They had already invited over thirty families and more than two hundred wealthy individuals.
The involved funds amounted to over 160 billion.
Upon discovering this, the Jiangcheng Police Department classified the Gao family and the underground bank as top-tier major cases. However, due to a lack of evidence, they couldn't launch a large-scale operation, so they dispatched Su Ning Shuang to probe the situation first, as a vanguard.
“Hmph!” Qin Yexuan put down the document. “The Gao family is too audacious, daring to cause trouble in Jiangcheng, my territory!”
According to the intelligence, the moment Su Ning Shuang left Jiangcheng, the Gao family in Xiangjiang had issued a kill order. The entire Xiangjiang underworld had received this bounty.
At least a hundred professional assassins were waiting for Su Ning Shuang. If they eliminated Ning Shuang, they would receive a bounty in the tens of millions from the Gao family.
Upon seeing this, Qin Yexuan’s murderous intent was ignited.
The private jet landed ahead of schedule, arriving even faster than Ning Shuang’s flight.
In the VIP waiting area, two individuals had been waiting respectfully for over an hour.
On the left was a胖子 (pàng zi – fat man) who always had a smile on his lips, like the Maitreya Buddha.
He was Zhu Xiaoren, the underworld boss of Xiangjiang, known by the moniker “Smiling Buddha.”
On the right, however, was an ordinary middle-aged man wearing glasses, the kind of person you wouldn’t notice in a crowd.
Yet, Zhu Xiaoren, the Smiling Buddha, kept a considerable distance from this middle-aged man, as if he dared not approach.
Qin Yexuan appeared.
The Smiling Buddha bowed respectfully. “Greetings, sir. I am the head of the Xiangjiang branch of the Divine Continent General Chamber of Commerce. I have received orders from Elder Chen to be responsible for your logistics in Xiangjiang.”
Qin Yexuan nodded faintly and looked at the man on the right.
Both of these individuals had been arranged by his disciples, but they had no idea of his true identity, thinking he was merely a friend visiting Xiangjiang on business.
At this moment, the middle-aged man silently handed over a slip of paper. “I apologize, sir. I am mute. Everyone calls me Uncle Mute.”
Uncle Mute?
Qin Yexuan’s heart stirred, and he directly gestured with his hands, asking in sign language, “Are you the number one assassin in Southeast Asia, the Mute Demon?”
Mute was shocked and quickly replied in sign language, “I didn’t expect such a humble name to be known by you, sir.”
Qin Yexuan smiled and gestured with his hands. “You are very good, but still a bit short. I could sense your killing intent from afar. You have three daggers, two guns, and seven poisoned needles hidden in your sleeves…”
He patted Mute’s shoulder. “Unfortunately, I probably won’t need you in Xiangjiang. If there’s a need, I will contact you.”
After speaking, Qin Yexuan waved to the Smiling Buddha, the胖子 (pàng zi – fat man), and leisurely departed.
Meanwhile, Mute, the renowned number one assassin who had dominated Southeast Asia, was now drenched in sweat.
Who was this Mr. Qin, and what was his background?