The Ye Family had ties to a Demonic Cultivator organization!
More critically, someone in the Huai City Special Management Bureau was working with the Ye Family from the inside. This person's code name was [Black Spade].
"We can't completely trust the Special Management Bureau either-" Feng San said after a long silence.
"There should be one person we can trust. Let me try." Lin Shuguang tried contacting Si Qianjun, but the call wouldn't connect.
Lin Shuguang frowned, then called Si Qianjun's office instead. Si Qianjun's secretary answered.
"This is Lin Shuguang. Where's Director Si? ...Right, tell him I called when he gets back. It's urgent!"
After he hung up, Feng San and Old Jin both looked at him. "What did he say?"
Lin Shuguang shook his head. "Director Si is attending an important meeting. We won't be able to reach him for a while."
Feng San's brow furrowed. "If it's Si Qianjun, I trust him! But as things stand, we'll have to rely on ourselves!"
Lin Shuguang was just about to speak when Old Jin's special constitution kicked in. He suddenly barked nervously, "Someone's coming, twelve o'clock! Nine o'clock too... and three o'clock! Fuck, we're surrounded!!!"
Feng San's expression darkened.
Lin Shuguang said calmly, "Don't panic. Drive!"
Outside the car, the torrential rain blurred everything from view.
The dense patter of the downpour weighed relentlessly on their hearts.
As Lin Shuguang spoke, Old Jin hurriedly stepped on the gas.
Raindrops struck the windows and streaked backward. The rapid drumming of the rain heightened the tension inside the car.
Soon, dozens of assassins in straw capes rushed out of the long alleys on every side, quickly closing in.
Three assassins stood in front of the car with large sabers, raising their blades as they attacked.
"Run them over!" Lin Shuguang said