She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 745: Chapter 777 Unexpected Clue

Having confirmed his suspicions, Chen Yingjie dared not be rash, and took a few more steps back. This also was the key reason why Xu Qigang, among so many elites, favored Chen Yingjie the most. He was young, but never reckless—you couldn’t find any of the foolhardy impulses of youth in him.

Knowing that danger lay ahead and he was no match, he chose the most advantageous course of action.

The two men approached the back door of the courtyard house, tapped lightly on the door five times—three short, two long. Someone opened the door from inside, revealing in the moonlight the face of a man marked with a scar.

Likely the man was about to leave, and both visitors were quite surprised; they quickly bowed their heads in respectful greeting.

Then they brushed past each other and departed in their separate ways.

Chen Yingjie watched everything, thrilled since the moment Scarred Man appeared. His calm heart began to race with excitement. Years of experience told him that this Scarred Man was the key—not only would it be difficult to find anything about Shen Yu from him, but he could possibly clear up the attack they suffered in Country S. Moreover, Chen had a strong intuition that even the clues to Meng Fan’s death could be found on scarface.

Meng Ping decided not to continue tracking the two men but instead followed the Scarred Man. He stealthily left a set of secret signals on the wall, then quickly followed, disappearing into the darkness after Scarred Man.

Inside the courtyard house, red lanterns glowed, adding some festive ambiance to the Spring Festival. As the two men entered the great hall of the courtyard house, someone approached them to inquire about the situation.

”How did it go? Did you get it done?”

”Rest easy! We left it to those good-for-nothings to bury the body in the outskirts. If it’s found, we’ll just say it was a kidnapping gone wrong.”

”Why didn’t you watch him take his last breath?” The inquiring person was somewhat displeased.

”The man was snatched, his organs bruised and bleeding internally—what more could happen?”

”That’s right! Do you not trust the people you picked?”

The questioner seriously sought confirmation again, ”Are you sure there’s no problem? He couldn’t have escaped halfway, could he?”

”No way! The kid is useless, nowhere near as capable as his brother.”

”Exactly, we made sure to hit him where it hurts. No external wounds, but the internal injuries will do him in.”

”Good! You’ve worked hard; there are late-night snacks in the kitchen; you can grab something to eat.”

”Thanks...”

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An under-construction processing plant on the outskirts was a project initiated by Taiwanese businessmen in the wake of economic reforms, aiming to invest here. The construction of the factory halted midway due to their unfamiliarity with the policies and funding issues.

Later, the government reclaimed the building, but no one took over the management, and over time, the place became overgrown with wild grass and a refuge for drifters. At night, the North District turned into a desolate wasteland—void of anything.

Even the boldest of people dared not venture into this place after dark.

An old tricycle stopped in front of the factory, its engine piercing the silence of the night. A figure wrapped in a burlap sack was dragged down from the vehicle. Once the sack was removed, it indeed was Meng Ping.

Hearing the noise, a dozen people ran out of the factory, and the leader was shocked at what he saw.

”Are you fucking suicidal? Why didn’t you finish him off?” The speaker was a scruffy-looking tough, in his thirties, exuding the air of a gangster. This man was the North District’s local boss, often surviving on petty theft, occasionally taking on major contracts.

Cases like Meng Ping’s were the biggest deals his crew handled, playing visible roles while others assisted from the shadows.

”It’s not that we didn’t want to kill him; someone decided to play hero and took a bullet for him. Otherwise, the kid’s head would have burst.”