Three Boxes

"What's going on here? I just left a small group of people, and it looks like there was just a fight here."

When Yang Jian returned to the building, he saw Zhang Hua lying on the ground, bleeding, breathing rapidly, and pale.

Next to the security door, there were pools of blood. The door, which had been opened with great difficulty, was forcibly closed again, seemingly intentionally blocked.

"There were two Paul inside. They opened fire as soon as I opened the door. I was accidentally shot, but luckily my colleagues reacted quickly and closed the door immediately. They've already called an ambulance and also called for backup," a person nearby said, still somewhat shaken.

He's an office worker; he can't handle these kinds of criminal cases.

Yang Jian's face darkened. "How many people are injured?"

"Not many, just those standing in front were shot twice," someone said.

Yang Jian walked over, squatted down next to Zhang Hua, and looked at him. "With this much blood loss, you probably won't make it until the ambulance arrives."

"I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble." Zhang Hua forced a smile on his pale face; "If I die, a third person will take over my work with you. No, it won't affect you. There can't be any problems. I'm entrusting those people inside to you. No need to ask for permission, you can just kill them directly."

"No rush, we'll take care of it in a bit. But if you were to die like this, people would definitely talk about me, and it would be bad for my reputation if word got out. Let's operate on you first and save you."

Yang Jian gestured for the person next to him who was covering their wound to step back.

"If you don't press on the wound, the bleeding will get worse," the person next to him said with some concern.

Yang Jian remained silent, after all, his surgical method was somewhat extreme, and ordinary people certainly couldn't accept it.

He simply extended his palm, without any disinfection, leaving only a dark shadow covering it, before suddenly thrusting it into Zhang Hua's wound.

Immediately.

Zhang Hua shivered, feeling a cold hand wriggling inside his body; this strange sensation sent chills down his spine.

"Found it." Yang Jian quickly withdrew his hand, his hand not stained with a trace of blood, only a single bullet was pulled out.

The bullet was removed with ease, and the bleeding stopped, leaving only an inconspicuous small cut at the wound site, which could not even be noticed if one did not look closely.

This is one of Ghost's abilities; it can piece together corpses, and naturally, it can also piece together human wounds.

This isn't the first time this method has been used; last time, Ghost Infant was even removed from Zhang Liqin's stomach.

Following the same method, the second bullet was also removed from Zhang Hua's body, and the wound was directly stitched up.

"All done. Go back and get some blood transfusions and take some iron supplements to replenish your blood, or you'll suffer from kidney deficiency later." Yang Jian casually handed two bullets to a man next to him; "This is evidence, keep it safe."

The man was stunned; he simply reached out and numbly took the two bullets.

Is this even something a human could do? It's like watching a bizarre story, like someone reaching into someone's body and taking out a bullet.

This can remove bullets, and naturally it can also remove a person's intestines and heart.

Legend has it that evil spirits can tear out intestines and hearts, and it seems this isn't entirely untrue.

"Open the door to the safe room, I'll handle the rest. You guys just stand there and take notes. I'm always pretty good at fighting. Zhang Wei has never won, but I've never lost," Yang Jian boasted about his record.

Although Zhang Hua felt sharp pain in his wound, it wasn't a major issue anymore, and he could stand up on his own. He said, "Yang Jian, don't be careless. I took a quick look inside; there were some unusual things. Be careful those guys don't use those things to cause trouble. Besides, there are a few hostages."

"Something special?" Yang Jian glanced back.

"Several golden boxes; you can probably guess what's inside," Zhang Hua said.

A box made of gold is useless except for holding ghosts; no one would be willing to spend tens of millions to make a Gold Box just for decoration.

"Understood, I'll take care of them instantly and won't give them a chance to cause trouble." Yang Jian nodded.

If there's really something there, then we've made a fortune.

Restricted ghosts have always commanded high prices on the black market, with various countries buying them up, and the price increasing every day.

Thinking about this, he gradually understood the true intentions of Paul's company.

"You can open the door now." Yang Jian gestured, indicating that he was ready.

"Be careful," the person next to him whispered a reminder before opening the door to the safe room again.

As soon as it was opened, gunshots rang out from inside.

"Damn it, you guys just opened the door and started shooting at me. You have no manners at all. Couldn't you at least shout a slogan, say a few words, and then start fighting?" Yang Jian cursed as he walked in.

The bullet passed through his body without causing him any harm.

He activated his Ghost Domain, so even golden bullets couldn't hit him.

The safe room was quite large, about fifty square meters, with its four walls resplendent in gold leaf.

The three men and one woman opened fire on anyone who entered the room; anyone who walked in was unforgivable unless they were Paul.

"This place is nice, like a small shelter. No wonder Paul survived." Yang Jian walked in by the firelight, glancing around briefly.

The gunfire stopped immediately.

The three mercenaries instantly began to convulse violently, then screamed and collapsed to the ground, dying after only a few struggles.

They didn't use any cruel methods; they just added something to their minds.

"Your boss is right, human life is indeed very fragile." Yang Jian sighed. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was probably a demon.

He walked over, ignoring the corpse, and instead lightly tapped the box inside that contained the ghost.

There were five boxes in total; two were empty, Three Boxes contained items.

"Three ghosts? We have the items to trade with Ghost Chef." Yang Jian's eyes flickered as he recalled Ghost Chef's previous request.

It needs to exchange a ghost for Zhao Lei's information.

I was wondering where to get a ghost before, but now it's all right here, I got one right away.

"No, don't kill us."

Two beautiful women in bikinis nearby, with great figures, were trembling as they spoke, seemingly quite frightened.

Yang Jian glanced at them and said, "You're the hostages? I bet you're Paul's mistresses. He's really lucky. While others are struggling to resolve the situation, he's here indulging in a life of debauchery, with beautiful women and fine wine. Not satisfied, he even tries to sabotage things behind the scenes. It was too easy for us to deal with him so directly. This kind of vermin should be crushed. As for you, don't worry, I'm the person in charge of Dachang City, responsible for handling special incidents. You're all fine now."

"Sigh, good cabbage has been eaten by foreign dogs." Shaking his head, he picked up the Three Boxes, turned around, and walked out.

"The matter is resolved. I've taken care of the three inside. The rest is up to you, Captain Zhang. Nine out of ten employees at this company are shady. It's best to arrest them all and interrogate them thoroughly. I don't want similar companies to resurface. I can't control other places, but at least in my area, such entities absolutely cannot exist. If you find any similar companies, notify me, and I'll take care of dismantling them. Also, I've taken this document with me, so there's no need to record it."

Yang Jian spoke directly.

"You'll naturally be in charge of the special items. Thank you so much this time." Zhang Hua breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the matter was resolved.

Fortunately, there were no casualties or any unusual incidents, otherwise he would have been held responsible.

Yang Jian pointed inside; "No need for thanks, I just want to know if the evidence inside is enough?"

"Of course, harboring criminals, injuring people with firearms, and illegally possessing weapons—any one of these is enough to shut down this company," Zhang Hua said.

"That's good. Keep this building for me. I'll need to work here later. Paul went to great lengths to build this safe room; we can't let it go to waste. I need to make good use of it for him." Yang Jian nodded.

"That's all for now. I'll head back to Guangjiang Residential Area. Contact me by phone if there are any special circumstances, and I'll be there immediately."

After saying that, he left without caring about the outcome of the case.

Because it's not my responsibility.

However, the rewards from this trip exceeded my expectations.

Three ghosts.

This gives them some leverage in their deal with Ghost Shop.