Chapter Seventeen Zheng Xuan's Shock (Please follow the book, please recommend)

As long as Jiang Yu wanted to leave, with his abilities, it was a trivial matter. Human life, in modern society, is not something that can be taken so lightly. Tonight, after Jiang Yu killed Zhang Zeshui, he simply flicked his sleeve and walked away; he himself would be fine, but he worried that the investigation might eventually lead back to the Jiang family, implicating his parents.

Since Xia Ning was willing to offer help, Jiang Yu gladly accepted. If things ever got truly dire, he could easily cast a few simple spells to eliminate any witnesses—with the skills he possessed, modern investigations would never trace anything back to him.

Inside the private room, Zhang Zeshui lay dead, his body pierced by a single bamboo chopstick. The remaining bodyguards and henchmen writhed in pain on the floor. Jiang Yu’s target was Zhang Zeshui; the others were irrelevant. The higher one's vantage, the more fragile life appears. To an immortal cultivator, ordinary people were like ants, their lives extinguished with a flick of the finger.

Thus, Jiang Yu still held a thread of compassion in his heart. Over five or six thousand years, as long as no one crossed his bottom line, he would rarely indulge in wanton slaughter. Earlier, he had deliberately avoided the vital points of these lackeys, merely incapacitating them for the time being.

In recent years, Cloud City, situated near the coast, had become the economic hub of Jiangbei in just forty years since the opening-up policy began. To attract investment, the local government had offered generous incentives. Zhang Zeshui was one of many entrepreneurs drawn by these benefits. With assets exceeding a hundred million, he had recently finalized several investment contracts with Han Fugui.

Yet tonight, the once arrogant Zhang Zeshui was killed face-to-face. Han Fugui’s lips trembled, as if all the strength had drained from his body. He stared wide-eyed at Jiang Yu, who sat calmly, drinking and pouring for himself, too terrified to speak. The method by which Jiang Yu killed with a broken chopstick left him with an indelible shadow. Those tranquil eyes, after ending Zhang Zeshui’s life, did not ripple with emotion, as if he had merely slaughtered a chicken or a dog.

“You… you won’t get away,” someone murmured in the room.

Jiang Yu smiled, turning to the man who spoke: “Oh? Who says I’m trying to run?”

Han Fugui took a deep breath; after all, he was a man seasoned by storms, and his composure quickly recovered. He met Jiang Yu’s gaze. “You’ve killed a man, yet you remain here, drinking leisurely. Aren’t you afraid of the law?”

“In a country as vast as ours, I refuse to believe it cannot bring down criminals like you.”

Jiang Yu sipped his wine, asking indifferently, “And what punishment do you think awaits me?”

Han Fugui pondered for a moment before replying, “Intentional homicide. Considering Boss Zhang’s special status, you’ll face at least thirty years, or even a life sentence.”

“You’re too arrogant. The armed police will be here any moment.”

Jiang Yu looked at Han Fugui with a half-smile. “After witnessing what I can do, you still dare to speak to me like this?”

Han Fugui fell silent. Jiang Yu understood that Han Fugui had realized he wouldn’t be killed and thus spoke boldly, feeling safe.

“Where do you get the nerve to speak that way to a distinguished guest of the Xia family?”

Suddenly, a commanding voice came from outside the room. A middle-aged man in a suit pushed the door open and entered. Everyone turned to look. He had a square face, close-cropped hair, a tall and imposing figure, exuding a powerful aura.

He scanned the room, his eyes lingering on Zhang Zeshui’s corpse, his face changing momentarily before regaining composure. His gaze settled on Jiang Yu, and he asked politely, “Are you the honored guest Miss Xia mentioned?”

Jiang Yu smiled faintly. “Honored guest is too much—merely a mutual exchange of needs.”

“Xia Wuchang?”

In the quiet atmosphere, Han Fugui squinted, suddenly shaken. His expression was one of utter disbelief.

Xia Wuchang looked at Han Fugui. “Hmph, Han, it seems you don’t want to keep your post as section chief, do you?”

Han Fugui’s face changed drastically; he hurried to his feet and bent over in apology. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know this young gentleman was a guest of the Xia family.”

Xia Wuchang remained standing, and Han Fugui dared not sit before him.

Jiang Yu stood, looking at Han Fugui with a sardonic smile. “Now, what punishment do you think awaits me?”

Han Fugui could only force a bitter smile. “You overstate, young man. Zhang Zeshui was evil, and he tried to harm you first. You merely defended yourself, which is lawful. I can testify for you.”

“Haha!” Jiang Yu threw his head back and laughed, arrogant beyond measure. This world reveres power, not virtue.

Xia Wuchang looked at Han Fugui. “I’m taking this young gentleman with me. Any objections?”

Sweat already beaded on Han Fugui’s forehead. He quickly replied, “No, none at all.” Then, he barked at the police officers at the door, “Move aside! Earlier, Zhang Zeshui attempted murder, and this young man merely defended himself.”

Xia Wuchang chuckled at Han Fugui. “I’ll leave you to clean up here.” Then, he nodded to Jiang Yu. “Mr. Jiang, please.”

Jiang Yu clasped his hands behind his back and walked out of the private room, expressionless. As the two left, Han Fugui slumped into his chair, drenched in cold sweat.

Inside, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Someone asked quietly, “Chief Han, what was that…?”

Han Fugui forced a smile. “I’ve embarrassed myself. That was Xia Wuchang, from the Xia family.”

The Xia family?

Someone muttered, then their face changed dramatically. “The Xia family of Jiangbei?”

Chief Han nodded. “Exactly. The head of Cloud City is a puppet propped up by the Xia family. How did even the Xia family get involved tonight? Who is that young man?”

Tonight, Zhang Zeshui had met his downfall.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yu and Xia Wuchang walked downstairs. Xia Wuchang studied Jiang Yu’s silhouette, harboring many questions, but since Miss Xia Ning had given instructions, he dared not pry.

…

After several rounds of drinks, two blushes appeared on Zheng Xuan’s delicate profile, making her look shy and alluring.

Beside her, Sun Wanyue frowned slightly. “Strange, Han Chen’s been gone for a while. Why isn’t he back yet?”

Zheng Xuan smiled. “Han Chen’s father, Chief Han, is hosting a banquet tonight for overseas businessmen. As his son, Han Chen’s probably been called up to toast them. He’ll be back soon.”

Silence fell over the group. While their peers struggled, some already had a head start. It was clear Chief Han called his son Han Chen up as an introduction.

Sun Wanyue’s eyes gleamed; if she could connect with Han Chen, her future would be limitless. Conveniently, Han Chen seemed interested in her as well.

As everyone was lost in their own thoughts, Han Chen pushed open the door, his face grim.

Sun Wanyue hurried to him. “Chen, what’s wrong?”

Han Chen replied darkly, “Something happened. A billionaire was killed in front of everyone.”

The group was stunned.

Who would dare commit murder in front of Chief Han? Was that not suicide?

Zheng Xuan quickly asked, “Chen, what happened? Where’s the killer?”

Han Chen shook his head helplessly. “By the time I got upstairs, the killer had already been taken away.”

Zheng Xuan gaped, bewildered. “Who would dare escort a murderer away right in front of Chief Han?”

Han Chen’s expression shifted, and he spoke slowly, word by word, “I don’t know who the killer was, but I do know the one who took him away is the boss of my father’s boss’s boss!”

The room fell into utter silence.

The Xia family of Jiangbei?

To these young people, that was like a sacred land. If Li Hao could command the winds in Cloud City, then the Xia family ruled Jiangbei with an iron fist.

Sun Ziyue’s beautiful eyes flickered. She whispered, “Cloud City has been turbulent lately. First, Gu Feifei, Ma Tianzong, and Liu Banan met in secret. Now, even the Xia family of Jiangbei is involved.”

Jiang Shaoqi sighed. “Yes, any one of them is someone our Jiang family could only look up to.”

Zheng Xuan stood up. “I’m going to the restroom.”

Sun Wanyue chimed in, “Let’s go together.”

After what happened to Sun Ziyue at Blue Sea Cloud Sky, the group had a lingering sense of caution. Even for a trip to the restroom, they went together.

Later, Sun Ziyue privately told everyone that it was thanks to Yuan Tiangang that she was unharmed that night. With that, everyone’s impression of Yuan Tiangang changed, and some even began to admire him in their hearts.

Sun Wanyue took Zheng Xuan’s hand. Both were tall, beautiful, and possessed distinct charms—outstanding beauties by any measure.

As they walked, countless heated gazes focused on their alluring figures.

“Wanyue, you must seize the opportunity. Everyone can see Chen really likes you. Whether in education, character, or family background, he’s the best among the younger generation.”

Just outside the private room, Zheng Xuan smiled and spoke.

Sun Wanyue pursed her lips, her face showing delight.

Just as they were about to enter the restroom, Zheng Xuan glanced toward the elevator, sensing something. Though it was only a fleeting moment, a familiar figure caught her attention.

“Jiang Yu?”

A name surfaced subconsciously in Zheng Xuan’s mind.

She quickly called Sun Wanyue. “Wanyue, did you see the person who just entered the elevator?”

Sun Wanyue looked at Zheng Xuan in confusion. “Who? I didn’t see anyone.”

Zheng Xuan shook her head, deep in thought. “It’s nothing.”

Yet that familiar silhouette grew ever more distinct in her mind. And the man trailing behind—wasn’t he Xia Wuchang?

She’d seen Xia Wuchang’s figure in TV interviews, so she wouldn’t mistake him.

Suddenly, a possibility struck her, and Zheng Xuan’s mouth dropped open, her face filled with shock.

“No, it can’t be. Xia Wuchang’s status—how could he follow Jiang Yu with such respect? Haha, I must have been mistaken.”