Chapter 201: Mysterious Man in Black

"You stole my things, yet you don’t know who I am!"

A sinister voice came from the other end of the line.

Instantly, Yang Xun’s expression changed.

He first glanced down at Xie Haitao on the ground, his eyes turning icy as he asked softly, "Did you give him my number?"

Pinned under Yang Xun’s foot, Xie Haitao’s face was white with pain. He immediately shook his head frantically. "No! I didn’t! I don’t even know your number, how could I have given it to anyone?"

Seeing Xie Haitao’s terrified expression, Yang Xun’s brow furrowed even deeper.

He could tell that Xie Haitao wasn’t lying.

’But if it wasn’t Xie Haitao, how did the caller get my number?’

At that moment, Yang Xun’s heart began to race. A powerful sense of foreboding welled up inside him.

The man on the other end of the line seemed to guess what Yang Xun was thinking. He sneered, "I knew that good-for-nothing Xie Haitao would screw it up. If it weren’t for his father, he wouldn’t even have been qualified to hide my things."

"Anyway, he wasn’t the one who gave me your number."

Hearing this, Yang Xun’s expression darkened. His grip on the phone tightened as he asked in a low, dangerous voice, "Who are you?"

The other end of the line went silent for two seconds.

Just as Yang Xun was about to press the question, a cry—one he knew better than anything—suddenly came through the phone.

"Brother!"

"Brother, save me!"

"Brother... I’m so scared..."

BOOM!!

The moment he heard that voice, it was as if Yang Xun had been struck by lightning. His mind went blank with a deafening roar.

Yang Cai!

’It was Yang Cai’s voice!’

In an instant, the color drained from Yang Xun’s face, his eyes filled with unconcealable shock and fury.

’How could this be?’

’He had just dropped Yang Cai, Mi Ting, and Chen Xiafang off at the Zhou Family’s five-star hotel. He’d even specifically told the manager to guarantee their safety.’

’How long has it been?’

’And Yang Cai was already in their hands?’

’That was way too fast!’

’It’s impossible!’

’No matter how capable they were, they couldn’t have made a move this quickly.’

’Could it be? Had someone been tailing them ever since they left Xiaoxie Village?’

’But they’d only moved the stuff last night. How could they have traced it back to him so fast?’

For a moment, Yang Xun’s mind was in turmoil.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down.

’The most important thing right now isn’t figuring out how they did it. It’s getting Yang Cai and the others out!’

Yang Xun took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his rage. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice icy.

"What do *I* want?" The man on the other end scoffed, his tone dripping with ridicule. "You stole my property. I haven’t even asked what *you* were trying to do, and you have the gall to ask me?"

Yang Xun gritted his teeth. "I can give you the things back. Just let them go!"

"Smart move. Have Xie Haitao bring you to me. And remember, no funny business. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what will happen to your little sister."

With that, the man hung up without giving Yang Xun another chance to speak.

BEEP BEEP BEEP...

Listening to the dial tone, Yang Xun’s expression turned grim.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at Xie Haitao at his feet.

Xie Haitao had overheard the call. His face was a mask of terror as he waved his hands dismissively. "Yang Xun, this has nothing to do with me! I swear, I didn’t know they took your sister! I don’t know anything!"

Yang Xun wasted no words. He hauled Xie Haitao up from the ground by his collar and said coldly, "Lead the way."

"Lead... lead where?"

"To the man who just called me."

Xie Haitao swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "He... He should be at the Celestial Massage Parlor."

"Move!"

Yang Xun shoved Xie Haitao out.

Xie Haitao didn’t dare resist. Forcing himself to ignore the pain, he staggered ahead, leading Yang Xun out of the village.

The thugs scattered across the yard were all so terrified they barely dared to breathe.

They’d thought following Xie Haitao here tonight to take care of Yang Xun would be a piece of cake.

Who would have thought that a group of more than twenty men would be beaten to a pulp by Yang Xun alone?

Only now, seeing Yang Xun leave, did they finally breathe a sigh of relief before collapsing back onto the ground, groaning in agony.

...

「Half an hour later.」

The two arrived at the office of the Celestial Massage Parlor.

But the office was completely empty. There was no one there.

Xie Haitao froze, completely dumbfounded.

He stood in the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief. "Where is everyone? How can they be gone? They were all here an hour ago!"

Yang Xun’s eyes went cold.

He strode forward, grabbed Xie Haitao by the throat, and slammed him against the wall. His voice was dangerously low. "You lied to me?"

"N-no..."

Xie Haitao clawed desperately at Yang Xun’s wrist, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes bulged as he struggled to breathe.

Terror filled his face as he choked out, "I didn’t lie... I swear... They forced my wife to stay here... How could I lie to you..."

Yang Xun’s eyes narrowed.

He stared into Xie Haitao’s eyes for a few seconds.

In Xie Haitao’s eyes, he saw terror, but also confusion.

’This wasn’t an act.’

’It seemed Xie Haitao really didn’t know where Scarface had gone.’

Yang Xun released his grip, letting Xie Haitao slump to the floor.

COUGH COUGH COUGH...

Xie Haitao collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath as if he’d just been pulled back from the brink of death.

Yang Xun ignored him and immediately took out his phone, ready to dial the unknown number from before.

’He had to get the address.’

’Yang Cai was still in their hands. He couldn’t afford to waste another second.’

However, just as Yang Xun opened his call log...

A faint footstep suddenly echoed from a shadowy corner of the office.

Yang Xun’s eyes flashed as he snapped his head up.

From behind the curtains in the corner of the room, a man dressed in black slowly emerged.

The man was dressed in black from head to toe, with a black mask covering his face, leaving only a pair of cold, emotionless eyes visible.

What made Yang Xun’s pupils contract was the white handgun clutched in the man’s hand.

The gun’s design was unique—pure white, with a slender frame, completely unlike a standard pistol.

The moment he saw this white handgun, a scene suddenly flashed through Yang Xun’s mind.

’The person who tried to assassinate Yue Feifei had been holding the exact same kind of white gun!’

’Except that time, it hadn’t fired a bullet.’

’It had fired poison!’

A storm of shock crashed through Yang Xun’s mind.

’Could this man in black be from the same group as Yue Feifei’s would-be assassin?’

Before Yang Xun could process this, Xie Haitao, still on the floor, also saw the man in black. When he saw the white pistol pointed directly at him, his eyes flew wide, his face contorting with absolute terror.

"N-no..."

Trembling uncontrollably, Xie Haitao scrambled away, trying to crawl to safety.

But it was too late.

The man in black wasted no words. He simply pulled the trigger.

BANG!

A piercing gunshot instantly echoed through the office!

This time, the white pistol didn’t fire poison.

It fired a real bullet!

The bullet tore through the air, carrying a cold, murderous intent as it shot straight toward Xie Haitao...