115 Bruce Pi
“Yang Jian, stop~!”
A voice cried out in urgent alarm.
The one trying to stop Yang Jian was Zhang Han, who, in his eyes, believed that if Yang Jian wanted to die, he still wanted to live.
He truly did not want this transaction to be ruined by him.
However, Zhang Han was powerless; he simply lacked the ability and the means to stop Yang Jian. In his current state, he couldn’t even tap into the power of a fierce ghost, and if he were to physically intervene, who knew whether Yang Jian would turn around and shoot him, potentially ending his life.
“Bang~!”
Yet, the sound of a gunshot still rang out.
It echoed over the fields on both sides of the road.
It wasn’t like the imagined scene of a head exploding with blood splattering everywhere.
The bullet passed through Wu Yue’s forehead and landed on the road behind, leaving a bullet hole.
“Hm?”
Yang Jian furrowed his brows, ready to shoot again.
But a voice suddenly interjected, “Someone will be held accountable for this, but not Wu Yue, it will be me. I was the one who had the files deleted. Wu Yue was just carrying out company business after all, he didn’t fundamentally do anything wrong.”
At that moment, a group of special individuals made their way from the direction of an RV, walking briskly towards this location.
The leader was a young man around twenty-five years old, dressed in a white lab coat and looking ordinary, flanked by several uniformed special agents.
Behind them were special armed security, with real guns and ammunition, well-equipped like some assault team straight out of a movie poster.
Seeing this, Wu Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Without some kind of preparation, he really wasn’t comfortable dealing with this Yang Jian. Now, he was assuredly safe.
“Yang Jian, you didn’t see this coming,” he squeezed out a hint of a smile, although his body was still shaking.
“To save this Wu Yue from such a distance… this must be Ghost Domain’s ability, right?” Yang Jian scanned the scene and ignored Wu Yue in front of him.
He quickly fixed his gaze on a middle-aged man in uniform, who radiated an aura of inherent authority.
This man had a dangerous air about him.
The Ghost Eye seemed almost involuntarily keen to open, as if sensing a threat, instinctively wanting to counter.
A Ghostmaster, huh?
But it seemed the Terror Level was very high.
“I was the one who ordered Captain Li to save Wu Yue. Let me introduce myself, my name is Wang Xiaoming, I’m the director of a certain research institute, you can call me Director Wang, Professor Wang, or you can simply use my name,” said the young man in the white lab coat, hastening towards him while speaking.
Wang Xiaoming?
This name seemed familiar.
Yang Jian couldn’t help but recall… it must have been in a junior high school textbook.
Wait a second.
It couldn’t be that Xiao Ming.
“What’s your relationship with Wang Xiaoqiang from Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club?” Yang Jian asked.
“He’s my good-for-nothing younger brother,” Wang Xiaoming stated. “If you have any questions, you can ask me. I will take responsibility for this matter. Could you please put down the gun before then?”
“It’s best if someone is willing to take responsibility,” Yang Jian put away his gun and glanced at Wu Yue.
Wu Yue wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, nearly fainting.
“Please, have a seat,”
Wang Xiaoming gestured towards some chairs and tables temporarily set up under a nearby sunshade.
“I hope you can give me an explanation for all this.”
Yang Jian tossed the body bag onto the ground and then took a seat.
With a calm expression, Wang Xiaoming pointed to two people and said, “Of course, let me introduce you to these two gentlemen beside me. This is Zhao Jianguo from the International Ghostmaster Asian Branch, Captain Zhao, and this is Li Jun.”
“Zhao Jianguo?” Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly.
Liu Xiaoyu’s superior from the International Ghostmasters?
They had only spoken over the phone before; he hadn’t expected this incident to bring out Zhao Jianguo himself.
Zhao Jianguo smiled and said, “A hero indeed emerges from youth. Yang Jian, this must be our first meeting, right? Liu Xiaoyu has not stopped reporting to me about you. I have to thank you for that call—it gave me a legitimate reason to take a paid leave.”
That phone call was about Yang Jian threatening the International Ghostmasters.
“It would be best if Captain Zhao could come, otherwise this matter will never be clarified,” Yang Jian extended his hand for a shake, then said.
The person named Li Jun next to him didn’t speak, but his gaze stayed fixed on Yang Jian.
This must be a heavyweight Ghostmaster, brought in to ensure the safety of this trip.
“It’s getting late, so I’ll just get straight to the point. It’s standard procedure to give you guys a file on the supernatural event you’re tasked with handling, in order to increase each Ghostmaster’s survival rate and help them solve the supernatural event more effectively. The fact that the information in your file was concealed was indeed Wu Yue’s doing, but he did it out of concern about compromising intelligence. For that, I must apologize to you,” Wang Xiaoming said with a serious attitude.