Chapter 319: Chapter 319

Zheng Yun walked out of the coffee shop without stopping or looking back, only pausing nonchalantly after turning a corner to dial a number on her phone.

After a while, the call connected, and Zheng Yun whispered directly: "That woman is at the coffee shop on the third floor of Guangmao Department Store." Having said that, she hung up the phone and left immediately.

Inside the coffee shop, Wan Chu’er and Jiang Kechu were still talking.

Jiang Kechu said coldly, "Even if you go to the Special Action Department, you won’t get what you want. It’s not a sieve where anyone can just go in and investigate whatever they please. The moment you even have a notion, you’ll be discovered."

"So, abandon that idea."

Wan Chu’er looked at him, knowing that what Jiang Kechu said was true. The more she read in recent times, the more superficial knowledge she gained, the more she realized how impervious the Special Action Department was.

That’s why she felt even more tangled and hesitant.

If she doesn’t go to the Special Action Department, the likelihood of her, on her own, investigating an incident classified with the highest level of confidentiality, especially one that happened twenty years ago, is slim to none.

But if she does get in, while it might provide a certain opportunity, it’s like walking through a path lined with iron thorns, where one careless move could get her pricked, and once pricked, her chances would be completely gone.

Wan Chu’er stared into Jiang Kechu’s eyes, but Jiang Kechu couldn’t help turning his head away. He couldn’t agree, nor could he tell Wan Chu’er anything; he couldn’t face her pleas.

Wan Chu’er, not giving up, asked in a defiant tone: "Can’t you really help me?"

"No," Jiang Kechu refused her without a moment’s hesitation, utterly heartless.

The two looked at each other with resolute eyes, neither willing to back down.

A sudden noise broke the standoff between the two.

"I’m so sorry, so sorry, so sorry..." A nearby waitress kept apologizing profusely, with a cup of coffee spilled on the floor, splashed everywhere.

The young waitress seemed at a loss, cursing herself for inadvertently glancing over at the table of Wan Chu’er and then getting startled by the pair.

Too terrifying, too brutal, too cold.

It seemed as if in the next moment, the two were going to start fighting and wreak catastrophic destruction.

Then her hand slipped, and a cup of coffee fell to the ground.

Wan Chu’er glanced at the flustered waitress and asked again: "Jiang Kechu, can’t you help me even just to put my mind at ease?

Just this once, I’m begging you this one time, after this I’ll absolutely listen to you."

Jiang Kechu felt extremely troubled like he hadn’t felt in a long time, but he still firmly shook his head.

He couldn’t do anything about this matter, on the contrary, he had to stop Wan Chu’er’s recklessness.

Although she had anticipated Jiang Kechu’s reaction, seeing him being so unfeeling still angered Wan Chu’er. She didn’t know what she was angry about, whether it was Jiang Kechu or herself.

Wan Chu’er abruptly stood up, grabbed her bag, and started to leave. After taking a few steps, she stopped, turned to Jiang Kechu who was also standing up, and said:

"Don’t follow me. I’m angry right now and I need some time alone to cool off."

Jiang Kechu said helplessly, "Chuchu!"

"I need to really think about what to do next." These words stopped Jiang Kechu in his tracks.

After leaving the mall, Wan Chu’er picked a direction at random and began to walk aimlessly.

What should she do next?

Continue with the Special Action Department? Or give up on this assessment, which was only three days away?

Jiang Kechu knew her purpose, and probably the old man was well aware too. With their advanced precautions, her chances of accessing the top-secret files after entering would become even slimmer. It was said that many of the files there were still on paper to maintain secrecy and had not been entered into the computer.

In her confusion, Wan Chu’er wandered into a secluded alley, where several cars were parked.

Just as she turned the corner, a car stopped on the opposite side of the road, and Yan Hui hurriedly got out of the car. He wanted to call out to her but was too late. He locked his car and waited for the green light before crossing the road to chase after her.

Wan Chu’er was completely unaware of Yan Hui behind her. As she passed an ordinary van, she suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her head. An alarm went off in her mind, and she immediately rolled forward on the spot, dodging the attack.

Looking up, she saw an inconspicuous man in grey, with a fierce look on his face, his wooden stick still raised, not yet retracted.

"Who are you?!" Wan Chu’er demanded.

But the man remained silent and continued to charge at her. Judging by his skills, movements, and muscles, he was no ordinary person. This thought flashed through Wan Chu’er’s mind as she tensed her nerves to meet his attack.

In the blink of an eye, Wan Chu’er grabbed the stick with one hand and kicked out with her right foot in a tricky manner, hitting the man’s thigh. Before she could retract her leg, there came another swift whoosh from behind.

Wan Chu’er cursed silently in her mind. It turned out the man in front had deliberately let her kick him. The next second, her head was struck hard from behind, and she stumbled forward, with her vision blurring.

She still lashed out with a move, but it lacked any strength and was easily caught by the man in front of her. Then a damp cloth covered her mouth and nose.

As the pungent smell hit her, Wan Chu’er could no longer hold on and completely lost consciousness.

The two men who attacked Wan Chu’er remained silent. Each grabbed one of her arms and hurriedly walked towards the van.

"Stop! Let go of the person in your hands!"

Yan Hui was in a panic. As he saw the door of the van being opened and Wan Chu’er about to be shoved in, he threw aside the phone he had just dialed and ran over quickly, attempting to save Wan Chu’er who was now unconscious.

The man in grey tossed Chuchu to his accomplice, then stepped forward to block Yan Hui.

Yan Hui’s skills were weak. He might be able to handle ordinary thugs, but against professional assassins, he couldn’t even stand a chance, and was quickly subdued.

The man in grey grabbed Yan Hui’s neck with one hand and pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, promptly slashing it towards Yan Hui’s throat.

Yan Hui’s eyes were wide open as he struggled violently, but it was futile. The man’s arm was like an iron claw, unmovable.

The man’s gaze was cold, devoid of any emotion. He knew this man wanted to kill him, to do so without any hesitation.

Was he really going to die today?

What about Wan Chu’er? Could the call he just made save Wan Chu’er?

Yan Hui regretted it, regretted that when Li Shan was diligently training him years ago, he thought it was pointless and chose to read those useless books instead. So now, in the face of danger, he could only be finished off with a single strike.