“Enough.” Wang Liang waved a hand, cutting off Feng Bo before he could finish.
“Put away those petty schemes of yours. I’m too lazy to pursue what happened before, but now that I’m here, this city doesn’t need unstable factors like you. If this goes on, you’ll cause no small amount of trouble. Just behave yourselves and run your high-end club.”
Cut off again, Feng Bo’s expression turned somewhat ugly when he saw Wang Liang reject his proposal and walk back inside without even looking back. In the end, he called out,
“Mr. Wang, why go this far? This is good for both you and us. You wouldn’t want to see things become uncontrollable either, would you?”
Wang Liang stopped, turned around, and looked at them, his gaze cold.
“Interesting. Are you threatening me?”
“Of course not.” Feng Bo hurriedly shook his head and said politely, “It’s only a suggestion. If Mr. Wang has no intention in that regard, then forget it. We can change trades at any time. In any case, people like us aren’t short on money. It’s just numbers.”
Wang Liang ignored Feng Bo’s explanation. He turned and strode over, an icy, hair-raising aura beginning to emanate from his body.
Feng Bo’s heart trembled. This feeling—he was going to make a move after only a few words? Was he really using the power of a fierce ghost so casually? No way.
Wang Liang arrived in front of Feng Bo. Half a head taller than him, he lowered his head slightly and looked down into Feng Bo’s eyes.
“Now, tell me. Who told you my name, my address, and my identity as the person in charge?”
“Mr. Wang…”
Feng Bo’s expression stiffened. The black-clad burly men behind him also tensed, their hands ready to reach behind their waists at any moment.
Feng Bo made a stopping gesture with the hand behind his back, holding back those black-clad men who clearly had no regard for their own lives.
“Hoo… It was a female receptionist at Tianhuan Tower. Her name is Zhao Li. She’s one of ours, but we had no other intentions. We only wanted to cooperate with your work as much as possible.”
In the end, Feng Bo still did not dare to completely fall out with Wang Liang and make a move. Leaving aside whether they could beat him or not, openly attacking the person in charge at his residence would mean their club could forget about staying open.
Shady dealings were one thing, but on the surface, they absolutely could not openly challenge headquarters.
However, Gao Yan could not be sold out. His value was very high, and it had not been easy to win him over back then. They could not just let him be ruined like this.
Then they could only sacrifice a hidden piece. In any case, they had plenty of pieces like that.
After hearing Feng Bo’s words, Wang Liang took out his phone on the spot and called Xia Wei.
The call was picked up immediately.
“President Wang, this is Xia Wei.” Xia Wei’s gentle voice came through the phone.
“There’s a receptionist at the company named Zhao Li. Investigate all of her identity information and chat records, then fire her for me. At the same time, contact Gao Yan and ask him what crime it is to leak information about the person in charge. After you find out what’s wrong with that receptionist, handle it however it should be handled.”
On the other end, Xia Wei had been a little nervous when she received Wang Liang’s call at first, not knowing what had happened.
But after hearing Wang Liang’s arrangements, her expression changed. She understood the meaning behind his words and immediately replied,
“Understood. I’ll go investigate this person right away.”
“Mm. That’s all.”
Wang Liang hung up the phone. Ignoring Feng Bo’s somewhat ugly expression, he waved a hand and walked back into the villa without looking back.
Feng Bo stared at the villa with its closed door, his face dark. He stood there for a long while without moving.
The other party knew that the receptionist was just a hidden piece he had casually given up, but he had still made the phone call in front of him for him to see. Uprooting that piece was a warning for him to behave.
“Brother Feng, what do we do? Are we still making a move? We brought the tools,” one black-clad man leaned in and whispered.
When Feng Bo heard this, several veins bulged on his forehead again. This idiot.
This was the damn residence of the person in charge!
“Let’s go.”
Feng Bo turned and left, taking these useless men who were only there to bolster appearances, yet had no self-awareness, out of Shuangqi Gardens.
Wang Liang did not take Feng Bo and the others’ daytime visit to heart. After the sky darkened, he packed his things, left the villa, and drove toward Changxing Road.
His current main objective was to resolve several supernatural incidents, then go to Dahuai City to control a second film ghost. Ideally, he would master a ghost domain as soon as possible.
As for whether the local folk ghost controller organizations in Da’an City would try to make some small moves, he did not care. Did they think his two crashed ghosts and alternative restart were fake?
At the current stage, among the domestic folk ghost controller organizations, aside from the widely renowned Supernatural Forum and Circle of Friends, any other organization that had even one ghost controller who controlled two ghosts could already be considered decent.
In reality, most of them were merely ghost controllers who had gotten lucky and controlled a single ghost. They gathered together for mutual support and to seek profit.
Many were even on the verge of fierce ghost revival and did not have long to live. Joining such organizations was just a way to use the organization’s power to enjoy themselves one last time.
Facing threats from such people, even though Wang Liang did not yet have a ghost domain, he could basically use supernatural power without restraint and had mastered an alternative restart. He was still confident enough to disregard ordinary ghost controllers and modern firearms.
After being attacked, as long as his consciousness did not die instantly, he had the ability to retaliate at the first moment, strike back at their doorstep, and wipe out every folk ghost controller organization that had made a move against him.
As for his consciousness, unless they used an extremely terrifying fierce ghost to instantly attack it, it would be very difficult—or rather, basically impossible—to rely on an ordinary fierce ghost or firearms to kill his consciousness before he could even react.
So it would be best if they behaved and listened. After he finished dealing with the current matters, he might even be able to absorb them and put them to work.
But if they could not think things through and wanted to cause trouble, then he would send them on their way.
Wang Liang stopped the car on a street next to Changxing Road.
He left the coffin nail, a one-inch photo of himself, the satellite phone, his mobile phone, the gold body bag, and other items in the car.
Aside from his clothes, a stack of one-inch photos, and a watch for checking the time, he carried nothing else.
This was his first contact with a ghost suspected of having a ghost domain, so of course he could not bring anything valuable.
This time was only a probe. If something went wrong, when he fled through alternative restart, he would not be able to take anything with him.
If he brought the coffin nail on his first contact, only to find after the confrontation that he could not come into contact with the fierce ghost at all, and was instead entangled by that ghost and unable to break free, forced to rely on alternative restart to flee and escape, then the coffin nail would inevitably be lost in the supernatural incident. That would be a huge loss.
If he died, then he died. He was very good at that sort of thing; it was nothing at all. But the coffin nail absolutely could not be lost.
After leaving his things in the car, Wang Liang crossed the cordon alone and walked onto Changxing Road, arriving outside the intersection where the incident had occurred.
Wang Liang leaned against the wall of a building on one side of the intersection and quietly waited for midnight to arrive.
Time passed. At around eleven fifty at night, several voices came from the distance, causing Wang Liang to frown and look over.
Over there, a few people holding swaying flashlights were walking toward this area.
“Family, send a Super Rocket! Fill the bullet comments with 666! Today, Brother Tie is risking a ban to take you to see an urban legend—the sealed-off Changxing Road!”