Selection and Hidden Dangers

"I have to go now, so I'll skip dinner. That person has already left; he went into the wrong door. I gave him a warning, and he'll be more careful next time."

After watching Manager Fei leave, Yang Jian also prepared to leave.

"Oh, leaving so soon? I've already prepared dinner. Why don't you eat before you go?" The woman named Wanyue came out, somewhat surprised.

Yang Jian, "No need, I have other things to do."

"Alright then, I won't insist you stay. Be careful on your journey," Wanyue said.

"The same to you."

Yang Jian finished speaking and left without looking back.

Wanyue watched Yang Jian leave, her gaze flickering. She was puzzled by what had just happened. Why did that strange man who had suddenly barged into her home act as if he knew her and Bao'er? And how did he even get in?

It didn't look like they broke in; it looked like they had a key.

In addition, the Yang Jian in my memory seems to be slightly different from the real Yang Jian.

They weren't as enthusiastic as I'd imagined; instead, there was an inexplicable coldness about them.

"Oh dear, why am I thinking so much?" Wanyue remembered that she was still cooking and hurriedly returned to the kitchen.

Memory is the easiest thing to deceive a person. Even if she is aware of it, she still chooses to believe her own memory rather than believe this incongruous reality.

As Yang Jian walked out of the residential building, before he even left the community, a loud bang suddenly came from the green belt not far behind him.

It felt as if something heavy had fallen from the top floor and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Yang Jian paused, and some residents in the community were attracted by the loud noise. They looked curiously in the direction from which the sound came, and many residents upstairs opened their windows to look out.

Soon, they saw a well-dressed adult man lying on the ground, covered in blood, and no longer breathing.

Discommotion could be heard from within the residential compound.

However, Yang Jian had already left the neighborhood.

"He's certainly made up his mind to do this," he thought to himself.

He had also considered altering Manager Fei's memories to make him a pawn in his game, working for him just like Li Yao.

However, Yang Jian gave up after a moment's thought.

An enemy is an enemy. He wasn't naive enough to keep an enemy around. Besides, this Manager Fei a smart man. Even if his memories had been altered, once Mr. Fei realized what was happening, he might turn around and attack him again.

Although the chances are slim, Yang Jian wouldn't risk his life for that one in a million.

Therefore, he could only find peace of mind if he disappeared from this world.

"Beep beep~!"

A car horn sounded, and a luxury car pulled up and stopped beside Yang Jian.

The car window rolled down, and Li Yao, wearing sunglasses, poked her head out, a smile playing on her lips. "I knew you'd be here, so I've been waiting for you since earlier. How did things go? It should have gone smoothly, right? After all, without Zhang Jian's Manager Fei, an ordinary person like Boss Fei couldn't pull off anything."

Yang Jian opened the car door and got in. He said, "The news of the operation will probably spread throughout our social media circle by tomorrow. We still have time. Who do you think will be the next target?"

Li Yao flipped through the documents beside her. " With Manager Fei and Zhang Jian dead, the company's operations will definitely be disrupted. So, I suggest we eliminate a top-tier Ghost Tamer in our social circle. This way, we can achieve greater results with our first strike. Given that you've already taken down Gao Zhiqiang at Headquarters, I personally think one of these two should be our next target."

As she spoke, she pulled out two sheets of paper.

These two documents are for Jiang Shangbai and He Tianxiong, respectively.

Yang Jian the documents and looked at them carefully, his brows furrowing slightly.

Both of them are Ghost Tamer. He had met one of them, Jiang Shangbai. He was said to be someone who controlled three ghosts and held a high position at Headquarters. He was also a leading candidate for the captain's position this time.

As for the man named He Tianxiong, to be honest, he didn't know him.

He personally felt that this must be a hidden top-tier Ghost Tamer in his circle of friends, since no faction could possibly put everyone on the surface.

"Are these the only two candidates?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

Li Yao hesitated for a moment before saying, "There are many people in the circle of friends, and quite a few Ghost Tamer, but there aren't many who can be considered core figures. You probably have no interest in some of the CEOs of conglomerates because they only provide financial assistance and can't influence the real situation. However, besides Jiang Shangbai and He Tianxiong, there is another Ghost Tamer in this city."

"However, I don't recommend making it your first choice."

Yang Jian, "Who is that person?"

"I don't have any information on him. I only know that his name is Fang Shiming, and he's about twenty-five years old. The reason why our circle of friends has reached this point is largely because of him. Otherwise, we would have been defeated when our circle of friends clashed with Ye Zhen from the Supernatural Forum in Dahai City last time."

Ye Zhen?

This was the second time Yang Jian had heard this name from someone else. The first time was when he went to rescue Tong Qian and resolve the incident, and Luo Suyī mentioned it to him.

Among them, Luo Suyī and Lin Luomei were members of the Supernatural Forum.

If he remembers correctly, Ye Zhen is recognized as one of the top Ghost Tamer in the industry, the founder of the Supernatural Forum, and a very senior figure.

"Can Fang Shiming really rival Ye Zhen?" Yang Jian asked.

"He's at least someone of that caliber. You know Ye Zhen? Then you should know Ye Zhen temper. Although he's a bit neurotic usually, when he gets ruthless, he's the kind of guy who would wipe out your entire family." Li Yao said helplessly, "The fact that Ye Zhen backed down shows just how dangerous Fang Shiming is."

"The power of social media is indeed not to be underestimated," Yang Jian said seriously. "In that case, I have no choice but to choose He Tianxiong."

"That's true. Jiang Shangbai has joined Headquarters. If he's killed, it'll be hard for Headquarters to explain. He Tianxiong isn't so concerned. If you kill him, Headquarters won't say a word. After all, this guy's hands aren't clean either, he has a lot of criminal records. If the situation weren't so serious, people like him would have been dealt with long ago."

Li Yao nodded, agreeing that this was the right choice.

"Shall we set off now? I know roughly where He Tianxiong might be; finding him shouldn't be too difficult."

"Let's go somewhere first," Yang Jian said, giving an address.

This is the address that Manager Fei gave him before; he said that the contents inside were enough to ensure the safety of his family.

"Good."

Li Yao didn't ask why and immediately started the car.

At the same time.

A resident's home in an upscale residential complex in the city.

A man returned home after a long day at work. He called out a few times, but found the house empty. His wife should have been home from get off work by now, but the lights were on, the TV was on, and she was gone.

"Did you go downstairs to buy something?"

The man thought this.

He took off his leather shoes, put on slippers, and went into the living room, only to suddenly notice an oil painting with a European-style frame hanging on the wall directly above the sofa.

The oil paintings are somewhat old and clash with the house's minimalist decor, yet they exude an air of ancient art.

"When was this painting bought?" the man asked, unable to resist taking a few more glances at it.

The oil painting has a dark red frame, the material of which is unknown. The paint on it is peeling and mottled, making it look very old. The painting depicts an old house, but the house is just a background and doesn't seem that important. The most important thing is the person standing in front of the house.

The oil painting appears blurry and not very clear; the facial features of the figure are not clearly visible, but it is certain that it is a woman, conveying a hazy artistic feel.

In addition, the overall tone of the painting is very dark.

The figures in the painting, with their blurred features, exude an indescribable eeriness against the dim background.

The man observed for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward. He reached out and touched a corner of the painting, only to find that it wasn't part of the painting, but a drop of red paint that had somehow gotten onto it.

No, this shouldn't be paint; it looks like a drop of blood.

"They didn't even wipe it down before hanging it up, it's filthy." The man shook his head and turned to go back to the bathroom to wash his hands.

As the man turned around, a few more drops of blood seeped out from where the oil painting had been.

Inside the painting, in a dimly lit and inconspicuous place, was a modern woman wearing a sundress. The woman's body was mutilated, with only half of her body remaining. Blood kept flowing out and pooling into a small groove. The end of this blood flow was in the lower right corner of the frame, the place where blood had just seeped out.

I've recently resumed updates after the book was released. I need to organize my thoughts these next few days, as I've forgotten many of the earlier parts of the story. It feels like I've written a completely different book, making it difficult to keep up with updates all of a sudden. But this won't last long; once I've organized my thoughts, I'll be able to update more frequently.

Thank you all for your continued support.