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Chapter 41: 039 He is the young master of the Mei Fei Family_2
Yan Xue thought about the anonymous message from a few days ago. Although its source was untraceable, her intuition as a woman gave her a suspicion.
For the Xie family, this youth brought destruction. But for her, and the stagnant business world of Spring City, perhaps he represented opportunity.
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The youth stepped out of the teahouse and got into a car, leaving.
In the dark, countless pairs of eyes were watching.
"I deeply apologize for startling you."
A respectful yet remorseful voice came from the phone, belonging to the Deacon.
The youth gazed out at the quickly passing scenery outside the car window, his long fingers tapping lightly on the window frame.
"She was right. I am indeed a liar."
"No, you are the Mei Fei Family’s benefactor. Always will be."
The youth’s lips curled slightly, a playful gleam in his eyes.
"Send my regards to Mr. De La and the young master."
With those words, he ended the call.
At that moment, a system notification sounded on his phone, and he opened it. no𝚟𝚙u𝚋.c𝚘m
After reading the message, a faint smile involuntarily formed on his lips, and his mood brightened significantly.
Bo Jiao, Bo Jiao, you simply never disappoint.
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After the downfall of the Xie family, Bo Jiao spent several fearful days worrying that the police might trace it back to him.
Later, he realized they weren’t focusing on him, and he sighed with relief, appreciating Xie Beichun’s loyalty.
However, Spring City was no longer safe for him, and it was time to report back to Lord Gouchen. Early that morning, he traveled to Nanzhou with several others.
Nanzhou, located at the southernmost tip of Hua Country, was an economically prosperous coastal city.
Eighty nautical miles south of Nanzhou lay a cluster of islands, among which was an exceptionally privileged one.
The PT headquarters was situated on this island.
Legend has it that over a hundred years ago, a wealthy shipping tycoon from Nanzhou accidentally discovered this island during a voyage and claimed it.
Later, to escape the ravages of war, the tycoon moved all his assets to the island and secluded himself there with his family.
After his death, he instructed his family to submerge his coffin in the sea, along with his vast wealth, as a burial offering. It’s said that even his coffin was made of pure gold.
This information was unintentionally leaked by one of his servants, sparking widespread interest. Over the decades, countless greedy souls flocked to search for the treasure. Among them were ruthless pirates, who massacred the tycoon’s family to force the disclosure of the treasure’s location.
The tycoon’s family was slaughtered entirely, except for his grandson, who had gone on a sea voyage and evaded the massacre.
Later, this grandson endured years of patience, established his own power, and eventually brought the pirates to justice.
This man became the founder of the PT Group. No one knows his name; he remains incredibly mysterious, wielding formidable influence, and fostering relationships with various forces. Without such connections, it would’ve been impossible to establish an expansive security organization like PT Group.
It’s worth noting that PT Group’s influence has infiltrated every country in the world. Whether in government or elite circles, no one can do without its security services.
No one fully comprehends the terrifying magnitude of PT Group’s power.
The moment the boat docked, Bo Jiao hurriedly disembarked, got into a waiting car, and headed directly toward the city center.
Though the island was picturesque, it lacked much modern development. The architecture leaned toward traditional aesthetics.
This was because the tycoon was a traditional Hua Country native who favored Chinese-style architectural designs. Thus, the island’s infrastructure incorporated elements of ancient Chinese halls and gardens.
In the city center stood a sprawling estate modeled after Jiangnan-style gardens.
The estate boasted jade towers and golden corridors, intricately carved beams and painted rafters—combining elegance, solemnity, and grandeur.
Dubbed Wujiang Garden, this manor was the founder’s private residence, strictly forbidden to anyone without direct summons.
Beside it stood Qingfeng Pavilion, the residence of Bai Ze, the current figure of power. Bai Ze oversaw the most elite and strongest Class A mercenaries and held authority over all mercenary ranks. However, he typically refrained from interfering with everyday affairs unless involving the head of each mercenary class.
Behind Qingfeng Pavilion was a three-story villa where the Class B mercenary leader, Gouchen, resided.
Though the island appeared serene and beautiful, it was fraught with danger. In its depths lay a primitive forest that served as a training ground for mercenaries. Many entered and never returned.
"Wait for me here," Bo Jiao instructed his subordinates.
Given their ranks, they were not qualified to meet Lord Gouchen.
Amid the salty sea breeze, Bo Jiao followed the attendant inside.
Barely stepping inside, a teacup was hurled at him.
Bo Jiao dared not dodge; the cup struck his forehead, leaving a gash. Terrified, he lowered his head in submission.
"Speak up—what disgraceful acts have you committed now?" a hoarse voice, brimming with suppressed anger, came from ahead.
Bo Jiao’s eyes darted nervously, and he clenched his teeth. "My lord, there’s a traitor within our organization."
"A traitor?"
A sharp glint flashed in Bo Jiao’s eyes, and he abruptly lifted his gaze. "Yes, a Class C mercenary, Danhuang. She colludes with Chong Ming and has repeatedly sabotaged my plans. I suspect she harbors thoughts of rebellion against the organization."
Gouchen pondered for a long moment before letting out a cold snort. "Just a Class C mercenary, and such audacity. Someone, bring Danhuang here. I will interrogate her personally..."
Footsteps suddenly echoed from outside, and moments later, the door was kicked open. A figure stood silhouetted against the backlight—tall, imposing, radiating menace.
A finger pointed directly at Bo Jiao. "Take him away."
Bo Jiao got a good look at the figure’s face and paled in shock. It was none other than Zhu Yan, the law enforcement Steward.
A man known for his iron-handed impartiality and cold-blooded ruthlessness. No matter how tough someone was, they would invariably crumble under his interrogation.
Before Bo Jiao could react, two burly subordinates stepped forward to forcibly seize him.
"My lord..." Bo Jiao suddenly turned his head toward Gouchen.
Gouchen snorted coldly. "Zhu Yan, what is the meaning of this?"
Though the law enforcement Stewards operated autonomously, surpassing all leaders and wielding the power of life and death, Gouchen, who commanded Class C mercenaries, was not afraid of him.
Zhu Yan raised an icy and arrogant gaze. "Bo Jiao has been accused of betraying organizational principles and committing various misdeeds. He must undergo investigation by law enforcement."
Not bothering to entertain further argument, he left with his men.
Gouchen fumed with rage—this was a blatant affront that undermined his authority. How could he maintain his reputation among his subordinates now?
Immediately, he contacted Hei Shui. To ensure fairness, the law enforcement division established three Deacons. The triangular structure was the most stable: aside from Zhu Yan’s iron-fisted impartiality, there was the smooth-talking Hei Shui and the low-key Chang You.
Gouchen had invested heavily with Hei Shui. Now was the time for him to act.
