Shadow Heir II: Dark Glory - Chapter 29

An hour later, two security guards returned from the police station after giving their witness statements.

“Boss, her name’s Jiang Wanxing. As soon as she got in the squad car, she flashed her officer ID,” one of the guards reported. “She’s with the Capital Military District—a major.”

Su Wuji was idly shuffling mahjong tiles as he replied, “Ah, that explains the figure—no, I mean the skills. But what’s a major from the Capital Military District doing way out here in Linzhou?”

Xiao Yinlei chimed in, “Boss, her surname’s Jiang, too. Think she might be related to Jiang Haobing?”

Su Wuji raised a brow, thinking it over. “Song Zhiyu’s classmate? The one with the G-Wagon?”

He’d fought too many people lately to keep all the names straight.

“That’s the one.” Xiao Yinlei gave a soft laugh. “If they really are siblings, this is getting interesting. First, we rough up the brother; now the sister shows up at our door.”

“If she’s here to settle scores for her brother, she could’ve just thrown her weight around and smacked me in the face. Why bother playing games and coming in person? Too much trouble for revenge,” Su Wuji muttered.

He slapped down his winning tile and grinned. “Heh—Hu! Pay up, ladies!”

A rare win for Boss Su!

The three tight-skirted girls sighed in defeat and leaned forward to fork over the cash. Their bodies pressed low, arms ‘accidentally’ squeezing their ample curves together—an oh-so-innocent display for Su Wuji.

“I’m gonna go dig into her background,” Xiao Yinlei said, striding out.

The slit of her high-cut qipao parted with every step, revealing long, shapely legs that drew eyes like magnets.

But before the door had even closed, her phone rang.

She answered, and her face darkened.

She came right back in, her tone crisp. “Boss has business to handle. No more games today. Out.”

The three flirtatious little green teas pouted, casting longing glances at Su Wuji.

They looked like they were on the verge of tears, all doe eyes and quivering lips.

Xiao Yinlei smirked. “Move it.”

Only once they’d sashayed away did Su Wuji ask, “What happened?”

Xiao Yinlei answered gravely, “Boss, Zhuo Chengqi from Linmu Insurance is dead. Jumped off a building—suicide.”

“That must’ve been Yinyue’s doing. This family’s done for.” Su Wuji shook his head. “If I recall, Zhuo Chengqi’s son isn’t exactly clean either?”

“Zhuo Sixuan, thirty-seven, CEO of Zhuoshi Real Estate. Based in Ninghai. He was a key player in that underage bribery scandal a while back,” she said.

“In that case, no great loss.” Su Wuji’s tone was flat.

Xiao Yinlei nodded. “Still, some stakeholders won’t be pleased. And this is Huaxia—we can’t let Yinyue act with impunity.”

Just then, his phone rang.

“Su Wuji,” came Mu Qianyu’s voice, tinged with unease. “I heard Zhuo Chengqi jumped.”

“I just found out too,” he said. “Most likely Yinyue.”

“Will the police trace it back to them?”

“Unlikely. Yinyue’s a ghost of an organization. Unless a killer defects, they’re nearly untouchable.”

There was a long pause on the other end.

“What are you worried about?” Su Wuji asked.

“I just…” Mu Qianyu hesitated. “I’ve got a bad feeling about Yinyue.”

She didn’t say it aloud, but her real fear was for him—if something happened to Yinyue, would Su Wuji be dragged down with them?

After all, how else would he have known their assassin was coming to Linzhou?

Su Wuji chuckled. “If you’re feeling unsafe, I could come stay with you.”

Shameless.

Mu Qianyu let out a breathy laugh. “No need. If I get scared, I’ll pack my bags and come find you myself.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Su Wuji grinned.

For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, her smiling eyes flashed through his mind.

These past few days, he’d found himself thinking of that delicate face—like a narcissus blooming in the quiet of the night.

After the call ended, Su Wuji sat in silence, lost in thought.

Xiao Yinlei watched him with a knowing smile. “Boss is falling in love.”

“Love, my ass.” He scoffed. “A wise man avoids the river of love. Foot massage’s a better investment.”

Just then—ding ding—his phone buzzed again.

New email.

He tapped it open, and his eyes sharpened at once.

Subject: Yinyue Assassin Compromised—Now Hunted by Ducaro Killers!

The light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a glint of cold steel. He silently handed the phone to Xiao Yinlei.

“Ducaro’s already in Huaxia,” she murmured. “Boss, are we helping or not? If we do, we’re picking a fight with a pack of rabid dogs.”

After all, Su Wuji had remained a bystander in the Zhuo Chengqi incident—not lifting a finger to aid Yinyue.

He could easily do the same now.

But Ducaro… Ducaro was something else.

An international black-ops syndicate born to eliminate Yinyue. Tied to human trafficking rings, shadowy western cartels—whispers of state-sponsored backing from dark foreign powers.

Founded over two decades ago, Ducaro had trained legions of elite killers to hound Yinyue across the globe. No scruples. No hesitation. No mercy.

They’d long declared: Anyone who helps Yinyue will be hunted to the ends of the earth.

Su Wuji gave a low laugh, danger vanishing from his eyes—replaced by mockery and disdain.

“This is Huaxia. Who gave Ducaro dogs the balls to run wild here?”

The message couldn’t be clearer.

Xiao Yinlei smiled. “I’ll prep the car.”

She’d expected as much. Her boss always claimed neutrality, but once trouble came knocking in Linzhou, he’d never stand by.

“Tell Xiao Pang to grab the gear. Wait downstairs.”

“Copy that. Grab the gear.” Her eyes gleamed at the words.

Su Wuji rolled up his sleeves, voice cold and crisp. “Since Ducaro came to Linzhou… they don’t leave.”

But as they hustled downstairs, they stopped in their tracks.

Jiang Wanxing—previously hauled off by the cops—was standing right there at the door.

It was past midnight, but the bar still throbbed with noise and neon. Crowds milled about, the atmosphere electric.

She was still in her tight athletic wear, hands in her pockets, blocking Su Wuji’s path with an icy stare.

“So you’re Su Wuji, the boss of Queen’s Bar?” she said coolly.

“That’s me,” he said, tone flippant. “Major Jiang, all the way from the capital—what can I do for you?”

“I’ve got friends who invested in the Eastern Belle Club. Someone muscled in and took it by force.” She looked him up and down, tamping down the urge to punch him. “I came early to see what kind of goddamn legend can make them eat dirt.”

Su Wuji stared at her starlit eyes and gave a mocking smile. “Just business tactics. Doesn’t seem like something a military officer should be meddling in.”

“I’m not your average officer.”

“And I’m just a bar owner,” Su Wuji replied, stepping around her. “If you’re here to cause trouble, come back tomorrow. I’ve got an important date tonight.”

He opened the door of a battered old Tiguan SUV. A decade old at least—slightly better than that ancient Santana, but not by much.

“Baixuyang’s arriving in Linzhou the day after tomorrow. You ready?” Jiang Wanxing asked suddenly.

Baixuyang—owner of the Eastern Belle Club. If his investment had been humiliated, he’d definitely show up to settle the score himself.

“Not my problem.” Su Wuji snorted. “I run a legit business. What, you rich kids from the capital gonna crush me with your family names?”

“My brother—Jiang Haobing—is that the one you beat up? He’s a student at Linjiang University.”

“Never heard of him.” Su Wuji chuckled.

God, this woman was annoying. The more he tried to leave, the more she tangled him up.

At this rate, the Yinyue assassin was gonna get clipped.

Jiang Wanxing’s pretty face curled into a cold smirk. “So you do hit people and deny it. Coward.”

Just then—beep beep beep—her phone went off.

Her expression hardened. She checked the message—and her gaze turned stormy.

“Su Wuji, I have an urgent mission. As of now, the Capital Military District is commandeering your vehicle!”

Before he could react, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him aside, vaulted into the driver’s seat—

Vroom!

—and tore off into the night.