After leaving the university, Yang Jian did not return to the Ping An Hotel to rest.
He checked the time. It was already one in the morning.
Dealing with the Ghost Painting Incident had indeed wasted quite a bit of time. By now, He Tianxiong, whom he had failed to kill earlier, had probably fled far away. There was no longer any chance to make a move against him.
However, since Yang Jian had not forcibly killed He Tianxiong at the time, this outcome had been within his expectations.
The man himself was easy to kill, but the ghost behind him was difficult to deal with.
On top of that, the Ghost Painting Incident had appeared around Miao Xiaoshan, so Yang Jian could only choose to give up one side.
As he walked along a secluded pedestrian path, Yang Jian pulled a phone from his pocket with his gloved hand.
With the glove's protection, the ghost hand had not damaged the phone again.
Yang Jian dialed a number.
The call was answered quickly.
"Where are you?"
Yang Jian's voice was cold, his eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion.
"You're only calling me this late? I thought you weren't going to contact me anymore." Li Yao's voice came through the phone.
"Stop talking nonsense. Where are you? I need to see you," Yang Jian said.
Li Yao replied irritably, "You only think of me when you need something. When you don't, you toss me aside and ignore me. You have no gentlemanly manners at all. I'm shopping right now. I was planning to grab a late-night snack and go back to sleep. It's so cold tonight—I don't want to keep standing outside with you in this freezing wind."
"Go somewhere nearby with fewer people and wait for me." Yang Jian hung