Chapter 87: 87, Gentleman's fangs

At the same time, Luo Lan sat in the back of the off-road vehicle, panting heavily as he spoke into the satellite phone: "Hello, Zhang Jinglin has appeared!"

The person on the other end of the line fell silent for a moment: "Have you confirmed it yet?"

"Not entirely sure, but if it's true, should I kill him?" Luo Lan seemed to be seeking the other's opinion: "Why does this old man have to hide on my territory?"

In his words, Luo Lan seemed to treat Zhang Jinglin as a hot potato.

Others usually found Luo Lan's smiling demeanor approachable, but the wise knew that this Luo Lan was not much different from his mad brother—they were both executioners with thick faces and black hearts.

If Yan Liuyuan had heard Luo Lan's question, he would have been deeply worried for Zhang Jinglin, yet the person on the satellite phone asked curiously: "Kill him?"

"Yes," the fat Luo said: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Now, many people must have learned that he is still alive," the person on the other end said: "Do you think that if you kill him now, those killers in the 178th refuge barrier won't abandon the barrier and come to kill you?"

Luo Lan shivered at these words: "I can make it more discreet."

"There is no wall in this world that is windproof," the person said with a light laugh: "Send him back to the 178th barrier. Let someone guard the northern frontier for us. Why not? Even if he must die... it cannot be by our hands, nor by yours and mine."

"What if he one day..." Luo Lan hesitated.

"Then we can kill him again. For now, let others worry about it," the person on the phone said, his tone unwavering in its firmness. At this point, he seemed to remember something: "By the way, I am currently inside Jingshan. Is there a refugee named Ren Xiaosu in your area?"

Luo Lan was stunned: "That medicine seller?!"

This time, the person on the phone was surprised: "What medicine seller? What medicine?"

"Nothing, nothing," Luo Lan said nervously: "Has anything been discovered in Jingshan? I only found out two days ago that the old Liu from the 113th barrier had secretly sent a small private force to Jingshan, under the guise of escorting a band. It was too childish. I rather liked that female singer, but she might not survive Jingshan."

"Oh, you mean that female singer? She is not dead yet," the other said with a smile: "So Ren Xiaosu is a medicine seller, Luo Xinyu is a singer, then who is Yang Xiaojin?"

"Yang Xiaojin? I have never heard of him," Luo Lan muttered: "Has anything been discovered in Jingshan?"

"I am about to find the research room from before the disaster," the person on the phone said: "But brother, just stay in the 113th barrier and enjoy your retirement. These matters are not for you to inquire about."

"Oh," Luo Lan fell silent for a moment. Usually, the elder brother's words carry more weight in a family, yet this boss Luo, aside from his weight, had no authority in front of his younger brother.

"There is another question," the voice on the phone asked: "How long has Luo Xinyu been a singer in your barrier?"

"Over two years," Luo Lan replied.

"Does Ren Xiaosu have any relatives or friends?" the voice on the phone asked.

"It seems he has a younger brother," Luo Lan explained, turning to ask Wang Congyang beside him: "Does Ren Xiaosu have any relatives or friends?"

Wang Congyang was stunned: "This Zhang Jinglin is his friend..."

Luo Lan was stunned: "What a coincidence?"

"Then don't harm his younger brother. After all, he is just a refugee," the voice on the phone seemed to gradually lower in temperature: "When you send Zhang Jinglin away, take that old Liu from the 113th barrier to the northern frontier. He is no longer tolerated here."

Luo Lan muttered: "Why not just kill him directly? It's so troublesome to send him."

"Do as you are told," a beep sounded, and the other person hung up.

Wang Congyang, sitting beside Luo Lan, remained silent. He had not expected these two brothers to decide the fate of a barrier manager with just one phone call. This was the power of a consortium.

...

At this time, night had already fallen in Jingshan. The Qingshi Consortium's combat forces had set up massive searchlights near the excavation site, one in each direction—southeast, northwest, and all around—illuminating the valley city as bright as day.

The consortium's combat experience was rich, so they were accustomed to treating every mission as a war, only varying in scale.

Perhaps the most important aspect of war was: intelligence, vision!

After hanging up the satellite phone, the young man in the white suit smiled and looked at Liu Bu and Luo Xinyu before him. It had been several hours since the battle between the combat forces and the experimental subjects ended, and only now were Liu Bu and Luo Xinyu brought to this ruined city.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself," the white-suited youth said with a smile: "I am Qingshi's Qing Zhen, Luo Lan's younger brother. It's a pleasure to meet you two guests, Mr. Liu Bu and Ms. Luo Xinyu."

Liu Bu and Luo Xinyu had their hands locked behind their backs with plastic strips, which was far from the treatment of 'guests.' Liu Bu suddenly said: "What I said earlier is the truth. There is no concealment. Xu Xuanchu is a supernatural person, and Yang Xiaojin is also highly suspicious. But the one to be most wary of is Ren Xiaosu. I suggest you execute him on the spot! Their purpose in coming to Jingshan is absolutely not pure. They must be trying to violate our Qingshi Consortium's interests. I am very familiar with Luo Boss, so please don't kill me!"

Qing Zhen thought for a moment and asked: "Have you heard of the schoolmaster Zhang Jinglin on the settlement?"

Liu Bu was stunned: "I have heard Ren Xiaosu mention him several times. Why do you ask? Is there something wrong with Zhang Jinglin? Ren Xiaosu and Zhang Jinglin are very close. He must be suspicious!"

At this moment, Liu Bu was flustered, answering every question. Normally, the consortium members were as elegant as gentlemen, each of them graceful at parties and balls.

But now, countless combat soldiers stood around them, motionless like sculptures, yet their gazes firmly controlled the surroundings.

The elegant gentlemen suddenly revealed their fangs and muscles, the essence hidden beneath their refined exterior—ferocious to the extreme!

Liu Bu had heard of Qing Zhen, because of Luo Boss, many people in the 113th barrier had secretly discussed this strange pair of brothers. However, Qing Zhen's reputation was not good, as the Qingshi Consortium's recent killings were all carried out by Qing Zhen.

In many legends, Qing Zhen was a devil who flayed people alive.