Kong Xuefeng rose and bid farewell after a few more pleasantries. "President Jiang, Mr. Wan, I'll be heading back now. I'll visit again when I have time."
"Of course."
Jiang Wenhao, sitting in his wheelchair, suddenly smiled at him. "Oh, by the way, President Kong, does your sports car club still need members? Can I join?"
Kong Xuefeng was taken aback and chuckled. "Naturally, you can. Besides, I've heard that you enjoy cars, President Jiang. My club's doors are always open for your visit."
"That's good to hear. I'll come by to experience it once my injury heals," Jiang Wenhao replied with a smile.
Kong Xuefeng nodded with a smile. His gaze flickered to Wan Yunting, who was sitting with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette in silence. He then smiled politely, turned, and left. Jiang Wenhao asked Lucy to escort him out.
"Teacher, it seems that Ouyang Liqun has a problem!" Jiang Wenhao said after Kong Xuefeng had left.
"Mmm."
Wan Yunting extinguished his cigarette butt in the ashtray and smiled, the corners of his lips upturned. "The more low-key and unassuming people are, the more dangerous they are. Perhaps that Ouyang Liqun is the real power behind the Qiánlóng Group. After all, Qiánlóng, Ouyang Liqun… isn't that obvious enough!"
Jiang Wenhao nodded. "Then I'll have Lucy immediately gather all the information on Ouyang Liqun. We'll analyze it piece by piece to determine if he is indeed the big boss behind the Qiánlóng Group."
"Good, this matter needs to be investigated quickly. By the way, has the police gathered any evidence on Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang's crimes?" Wan Yunting promptly asked.
Jiang Wenhao replied, "Vice Mayor Brady just came by and did tell me about the evidence of drug trafficking involving Bellte, Fang Tai, and Chen Guangyang. However, the police haven't obtained conclusive evidence yet. But Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang's hopes of returning to the United States now are likely dashed."
Wan Yunting sneered. "They'd better not return. Let them stay in the country. When I gather the evidence of their drug trafficking, I'll have them face domestic legal sanctions directly!"
Jiang Wenhao nodded and continued his analysis.
Meanwhile, it was already two o'clock in the morning in China. In a private residence in Miyun, Beijing.
"Damn that Wan Yunting! Damn it, the US police have already found some evidence linking us to Bellte. We can't even go back to the US now."
Fang Tai, who was in the basement, smashed his wine glass in a fit of rage. With his head wrapped in bandages, his face was contorted with anger as he sat on the sofa, huffing and puffing.
Chen Guangyang, Wang Heshuo, and Huang Zhiming sat nearby, their faces grim and furious. They had worked for four or five years, helping Bellte capture half of the drug market in New York. Now, because of one man, Wan Yunting, all their efforts had been ruined overnight. This outcome exceeded their expectations.
"Young Master Qún…"
As Ouyang Liqun descended, Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang immediately stood up, heads bowed, not daring to meet the gaze of the gloomy Ouyang Liqun, knowing he must be very angry.
"Have Liao Zhixian and Franklin already entered Mexico?" Ouyang Liqun walked over, sat down, picked up a bottle of wine, poured it into a glass, and asked.
"Young Master Qún, they have already reached the Mexico headquarters and are awaiting your instructions," Huang Zhiming said, bowing his head cautiously.
Wang Heshuo glanced at Ouyang Liqun. "Young Master Qún, we must settle this score with Wan Yunting. Shall I contact assassins from there to assassinate him?"
"Yes, I want the world's strongest assassin organization. No matter how much it costs, I want that Wan Yunting dead in the United States!" Fang Tai exclaimed, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Hmph, what's the point?"
Ouyang Liqun took a sip of wine and placed his glass heavily on the table. He glanced coldly at Fang Tai, making him tremble all over. He quickly lowered his head and said cautiously, "Young Master Qún, what do you suggest? Are we just going to swallow this insult and watch that brat return to China?"
"Foreign assassins can't kill him!"
Ouyang Liqun leaned back on the sofa, rotating a cigar between his hands.
Fang Tai, Chen Guangyang, Wang Heshuo, and Huang Zhiming exchanged glances. "But speaking of which, how is Wan Yunting so skilled at killing? Where did he learn it?" they asked, full of confusion.
Ouyang Liqun looked up, eyeing the cigar in his hand. "I've inquired. He is currently the master of the Wu Liang Taoist Temple among the major sects in China!"
"Wu Liang Taoist Temple? A Taoist priest?"
Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang were stunned. However, they had indeed heard about Wan Yunting going to Wu Liang Mountain in Xinjiang and Qinghai a while ago when they inquired about him. Wang Heshuo chuckled, "Young Master Qún, those so-called martial artists in our country, can their fancy moves really kill people?"
"Heshuo, you don't understand this," Chen Guangyang said, turning to him. "Don't compare them to the flashy kung fu seen in videos online today. Those are naturally just superficial techniques. But within the major martial arts sects, the hidden masters are incredibly powerful."
"My grandfather once invited a master from Wudang Mountain to visit our home and personally demonstrated internal energy. You know, from this distance, he just flicked his palm and cracked my grandfather's coffee table!"
Wang Heshuo and Huang Zhiming stared blankly. Then they laughed, "Guangyang, you've watched too many Chinese martial arts TV shows. How is that possible?"
"What's impossible?"
Fang Tai said, "My grandfather also has people like that around him. That Wan Yunting probably did learn some skills, otherwise how could his killing skills be so formidable? Hundreds of people with guns couldn't kill him, and he still managed to rescue Jiang Wenhao. He must have some skills."
Wang Heshuo and Huang Zhiming had never personally witnessed the kind of masters Chen Guangyang spoke of, so they naturally found it hard to believe.
"Young Master Qún, are you suggesting we find a master to kill him in China?" Chen Guangyang asked, looking at Ouyang Liqun, seemingly understanding his plan.
"Let's wait for him to return first."
Ouyang Liqun cut the tip of his cigar with his cigar cutter and began to light it with a lighter.
Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang exchanged glances. Seeing him say this, they couldn't say anything more.
After all, Wan Yunting was currently in the United States, and Bellte had been killed by him. The forces in New York had either fled, been arrested, or been wiped out by competitors. Even if they hired the most formidable assassin organizations from there to assassinate Wan Yunting, it would likely be extremely difficult.
Therefore, Ouyang Liqun was also considering how to kill that brat!
"Heh, this outcome is quite unexpected!"
Ouyang Liqun squinted as he smoked his cigar. He had never taken Wan Yunting seriously initially.
When Gao Zhe was arrested by the police in Singapore, everyone believed Wan Yunting was just a minor assistant to the police. But now, it seemed he had underestimated him, leading to such significant losses.
However, Ouyang Liqun's interest was piqued. He hadn't encountered such an opponent in a long time, so he felt he had to play with Wan Yunting properly.
Meanwhile, in the United States, Jiang Wenhao had Lucy gather all of Ouyang Liqun's information in the US in just one afternoon.
"Graduated from Princeton University, served as student council president, and after graduation, worked in the overseas branch of the Ouyang Group, where he remains to this day. He has also privately established three companies with a market value exceeding five billion US dollars…"
While looking at Ouyang Liqun's files, Jiang Wenhao looked up at Wan Yunting, who was sitting beside him drinking tea, and smiled. "This kid has some ability. Furthermore, the information indicates that he has been honestly starting businesses and working in the United States over the past few years, without committing any offenses, just as President Kong mentioned earlier."
Wan Yunting put down his teacup, took a puff of his cigarette, and smiled. "It's just a cover. Let's see if there's anything we missed."
Jiang Wenhao nodded and continued to examine the files. Suddenly, he let out a surprised sound. "This kid was kidnapped seven years ago while he was still in college!"
"Oh?"
Wan Yunting turned his head and looked at Jiang Wenhao. "He was kidnapped and taken to Mexico, and later his family ransomed him back with money!"
Wan Yunting then asked, "Are foreign students here often kidnapped for ransom?"
"Yes, there are quite a lot," Jiang Wenhao nodded and smiled. "Because those foreigners know that Chinese students studying in the United States are generally from wealthy families, so we often hear news of wealthy foreign students being kidnapped for ransom."
Wan Yunting nodded and asked, "Is there any other information?"
Jiang Wenhao looked at the few pages of files in his hand and shook his head. "Other than being kidnapped to Mexico and staying there for half a month, there's no other significant information."
Wan Yunting exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled. "It seems this Ouyang Liqun is quite cunning."
Jiang Wenhao nodded. "Either he's a clean business talent as President Kong said, or he's a deeply calculating person as you, Teacher, suggested!"
Wan Yunting turned to him and smiled. "I lean more towards my intuition. He's definitely up to something!"
"Then there's no other way, we can only start from China," Jiang Wenhao said, tossing the files on the table with a smile.
Wan Yunting nodded, then immediately said, "Have Lucy prepare the plane. I'm going to Mexico!"
Jiang Wenhao's expression stiffened. "Teacher, are you really going there to risk your life? How about we just forget it? We've already dismantled their forces here anyway. There's no need for you to go to Mexico and take such a risk."
Wan Yunting waved his hand, his eyes cold, and said sternly, "I never initiate trouble, but they provoked me this time, so I must teach them a profound lesson. Otherwise, they'll still think that Wan Yunting is a pushover, easy to bully!"
Jiang Wenhao sighed, knowing that once he made a decision, no one could change it. He nodded. "Alright, I know a friend in Mexico who might be able to help you."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded. By the afternoon, Lucy had prepared the plane to Mexico. Wan Yunting boarded the plane and flew directly to Mexico City, the capital of Mexico.