Chapter 2247 - 2448: The Prophet Has Disappeared!

The moment the message arrived, there was no need to check—it was undoubtedly the account information sent by the person just now.

Hao Jian quickly opened the message, discovering that it was an international account, one that could be used globally. This detail alone revealed the sender's professionalism.

If it had been a Huaxia Bank account, he could track down the sender's background with just a phone call, and even if the money was transferred, they couldn't withdraw it; he could freeze their account instantly. But the sender had anticipated this and used an international account for the transaction.

Moreover, there was a note under the transaction account, stating that the cash should not be in Huaxia currency and must be converted to the currency of Country M, or else there would be dire consequences.

Upon seeing this, Hao Jian frowned again. This group was clearly up to no good, thinking each detail thoroughly. If they took Huaxia currency, they couldn't spend it, as the large sum and serial numbers would give them away immediately. However, converting it to Country M currency changed everything.

Similarly, what puzzled Hao Jian was why, having already sent the account details, the opponent didn't demand all the money at once but required a split, with some in cash. Since they knew his limits so well, weren't they afraid he might turn the tables on them and bring them trouble?

Given how thoroughly they had planned upfront, it was unlikely they hadn't considered this, or else they'd be brainless. Yet, they did so, leaving him perplexed, knowing full well it was dangerous.

Thus, Hao Jian believed there was more beneath the surface, something he didn't yet comprehend.

For him, money was insignificant, merely numbers; he could have as much as he wanted. But given the opponent's behavior, it wasn't simply about money. If it were, they wouldn't go through the trouble for just five billion, opting for one billion to be wired and the rest in cash, a foolish move.

The only reasonable explanation was that their intention wasn't really the ransom; it was him.

After a moment's thought, this became apparent; otherwise, their actions and motives wouldn't make sense. This realization brought clarity. It seemed the opponent was well-prepared yet couldn't touch him directly.

They shifted tactics, targeting those he cared about to threaten him. They knew about Shu Ya's importance to him, using her as leverage to pretend to demand ransom, but it was merely a facade for menace.

A trace of killing intent flashed across his face despite his impassiveness, making him even more terrifying. Offending him might be forgivable, but harming his loved ones was intolerable. Having touched his reverse scale, they must now endure the consequences.

Since they brought this upon themselves, he was blameless.

Moreover, judging by this deduction, if their target was him, then as long as he hadn't arrived, Shu Ya wouldn't be in danger. However, delay was unwise; steps needed swift completion to ensure Shu Ya's safety.

So, he immediately called Spice Ginger, speaking no more than necessary, sending the account details, instructing an immediate billion-wire transfer. Spice Ginger, slightly stunned—though a billion was not much for Hao Jian, it wasn't a trivial amount either—hesitated briefly.

But after hearing the urgency in Hao Jian's voice, Spice Ginger wasted no time, instructing subordinates to transfer a billion to the account without delay.

Meanwhile, across the ocean in a small house, someone received a notification of the transfer, smiling eerily. From hanging up to receiving payment, less than a minute had passed, signifying its critical importance.

"How's the investigation going?" Hao Jian's tone was remarkably calm.

Spice Ginger, sweating profusely, reported, "The account is from International Ruis Bank, but the account holder is untraceable, lacking access rights. The call originated from Country R."

"Young Master Hao, I will send you the detailed information immediately," said Spice Ginger.

"Okay." Hao Jian nodded, "Prepare four billion in cash, converted to Country M currency, quickly—I need it in half an hour."

Despite Hao Jian's calm tone, it was filled with authority. After speaking, he hung up. Spice Ginger, upon receiving the order, sprang into action.

Gathering four billion in cash, and then converting it to Country M currency, was no small task, hinting at the complexity of the process. For most, possessing four billion alone was a feat; converting it was even harder.

But for Hao Jian, it was a simple task. Upon getting the command, Spice Ginger immediately set his team to the task. With Hao Jian's half-hour deadline, the process had to be completed in twenty minutes tops to avoid Hao Jian's wrath.

Although still unclear on the specifics, Spice Ginger understood that judging by Hao Jian's urgency, the matter wasn't minor. Failure to accomplish the task would mean facing Hao Jian's ire.

Without daring to slack, he worked swiftly, completing everything in under twenty minutes, promptly calling Hao Jian.

"Young Master Hao, the four billion cash is all converted to Country M currency and ready," Spice Ginger reported.

Still sounding composed, Hao Jian replied, "Good, prepare a plane for me to R country, and load the money on board—I'll need it immediately."

"Yes, I will handle it at once," Spice Ginger committed.

With the call ended, Hao Jian immediately set about completing the task. It took less than five minutes for everything to be arranged. Upon receiving confirmation, he ended the call.

Meanwhile, Hao Jian exited the villa, drove silently to a place one wouldn't typically go, somewhere virtually unknown.

The car stopped by the roadside, as it couldn't traverse further; a pedestrian journey inside wasn't easy either—one misstep could lead to a grisly fate. Here lay the Prophet's residence.

It'd been a long time since he'd seen the Prophet, whom he wished to allow a good rest. Having helped him greatly before, the Prophet had exhausted significant spiritual power. Without proper rest, it would be highly detrimental. Hence, he hadn't been in touch, letting the Prophet recuperate.

But today's unprecedented event called for the Prophet's counsel. Hao Jian had numerous questions demanding answers only the Prophet might provide.

Who were these people? What were they after? With uncertainty clouding his mind, he suspected only the Prophet might supply insight.

Journeying across mountains and through valleys, he finally arrived at the Prophet's abode.

Upon entering, he discovered it deserted; the Prophet was nowhere to be found. Signs indicated the place had been vacant for some time, suggesting the Prophet had long departed.

But where could he have gone? This was his sole contact point with the Prophet; without it, finding him was impossible.

This unearthed frustration within him; the Prophet's abrupt, ambiguous disappearance seemed connected to recent events, yet he couldn't discern how or why.

The prolonged vacancy of this place confirmed the Prophet's absence, leaving no further means to connect. Left with no choice, he had to return and rethink his strategy.

With the Prophet unavailable for help, his sole option was to fly to R country to rescue Shu Ya.

Thinking of this, Hao Jian's brows furrowed deeply; should harm befall Shu Ya, his life's meaning would vanish.

Thus, when he drove away, he floored the accelerator, speeding like a flash of lightning down the road until the car vanished from sight.

Shortly after, Hao Jian found himself and his car at a private airstrip, especially prepared by Spice Ginger.

Spice Ginger, along with others, awaited him there.