Chapter 97 Who Made The Move?

  Zhao Heng had just been sent back to school by Du Ziyuan when Jiang Changlong appeared before him, still an enigma as the young master of the Jiang family. He was playing with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a bottle of disinfectant, leaning against the iron bed in the dormitory, saying: "I know you've been through a lot of hardships, so I rushed over without stopping."

  "I've got some ancestral medicinal liquor here, hope it can be used to rub on your wound."

  Zhao Heng glanced at the unruly Jiang Changlong, a wry smile flashing across his face. "You old fellow still have quite a bit of energy, haven't you? Even though Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan haven't returned yet, you're able to appear before me in no time. But why didn't you help me directly take care of the prison inmates and assassins?"

  "Let me have fewer battles and suffer less, and I don't need to be thrown into a small black room for eight hours."

  Zhao Heng had long given up investigating Jiang Changlong's background, as this kid's cunning and unpredictability made him impossible to grasp. As long as Jiang Changlong didn't have any hostile intentions towards him, he didn't mind treating him like a trustworthy friend: "You've actually come to see me, you should bring a pot of braised pork belly soup too."

  Upon hearing Zhao Heng's teasing, Jiang Changlong had already opened the ancestral medicinal wine and started to wipe away the bruises on the former: "You really think I'm an all-powerful Ultraman? However, I did consider helping you deal with them, but fighting and killing isn't suitable for me, and you can handle them yourself."

  The medicine wine was initially cool and refreshing, but later became fiery and spicy.

  His rubbing technique was quite skilled, and Zhao Heng soon felt a burning sensation at the injured area. Then he heard Jiang Changlong say: "So brother didn't come out to make a fool of himself. Besides, with the Du family and the First Building backing you up, going to prison is just a vacation, you won't be locked up for long."

  So, Jiang Changlong couldn't help but joke: "Therefore, I won't expose the terror of relying on the mountain to save you, but you should still thank me. I helped you out with that masked woman on Pan Shan Road. I could tell she was someone you intentionally let go, so I also lent her a hand."

  He spoke out his mind without any concealment, and his expression was very calm and natural. It's clear that he had extraordinary trust in Zhao Heng, otherwise if the Qing Bang found out about this matter, within two hours, three thousand Qing Bang disciples would be searching for Jiang Changlong everywhere, and the Jiang's restaurant would become a pile of ruins.

  Zhao Heng's body shook, and he turned his head back to look at Little Jiang: "You helped her?"

  "That's right!"

  Jiang Changlong poured the medicinal wine onto Zhao Heng's back, and with a clenched fist, he started to pummel him: "Although you deliberately let her go at that time, however, Qing Bang's Hei Bai Wu Chang caught up with her and locked down her trail. Moreover, she was hit by Qing Bang's silver needles, and her martial arts skills were greatly discounted, making it difficult for her to cope with her opponent."

  "If you don't pretend to be a ghost and scare away the black and white impermanence, your hard work will probably be in vain."

  Zhao Heng thought of the two men chasing up the mountain, and nodded slightly to show that he believed Jiang Changlong's words. It seemed that he had underestimated Zhang Xiaolin after all. The old man was rough but had his subtleties. He nodded gratefully at Jiang Changlong: "Jiang Xiao, thank you for your help! Another day, I'll invite you to dinner."

  "You're certainly going to have to buy me dinner."

  Jiang Changlong's face lit up with a bright smile, the estrangement between him and Zhao Heng dissipated a lot, which was a delightful thing. Then he thought of another question and blurted out a query: "I'm a bit curious, that woman obviously wanted to kill you, why did you still let her go?"

  "Zhang Xiaolin wants to kill someone, I'd like to save them."

  Zhao Heng did not directly reveal the secret in his heart, and he sighed and replied: "Although the masked woman came for me, I might have let her go this time to eliminate the grudge, but Zhang Xiaolin will definitely make her remember, she is extremely skilled and leaving her can make Zhang Xiaolin wary."

  "This is a double-edged sword."

  Jiang Changlong didn't think much, just shook his head and sighed: "Creating potential trouble for Zhang Xiaolin and leaving danger for himself, I know your grudge with Qingbang is only temporarily suppressed by Du Tianyong, and there will be a chance to fight to the death in the future, but it's not necessary to let her go."

  Zhao Heng didn't show much emotional fluctuation, and smiled lightly: "I know there are drawbacks, but I don't have any foundation in Huahai, so I can only rely on every force to gamble. Compared to the masked woman's assassination, I'm more worried about Zhang Xiaolin's sinister intentions. The old man is indeed not simple."

  Zhao Heng had already thought through all the details and understood that the true winner of the battle at Pan Shan Dao was Zhang Xiao Lin. The various incidents in prison may not have been caused by his hands, but they were absolutely inseparable from his instigation. Most importantly, Zhang Xiao Lin's ultimate goal was not Zhao Heng, but the masked woman.

  Every time he thinks of this, he can't help but sigh with emotion about the rough and unrefined people.

  "It seems you really understand my evaluation of him."

  Jiang Changlong's face flashed a smile as he helped Zhao Heng wipe away the last of his injuries: "His mercurial temper and numerous killings are just a facade; this bastard is actually a ruthless killer who strikes without warning, leaving no bloodstains behind. If not for Hei Bai Wu Chang's pursuit of the masked woman, I would have thought that was all just an act."

  "The rescue on Panshan Road was just a cover-up for the assassination at the breakfast hall in the morning."

  Jiang Changlong's mouth curved into an arc, his eyes filled with confusion: "Let the Du family and you dispel doubts about Qingbang from all parties, but Qingbang's full-force assassination of the masked woman on Panshan Road also shows that the latter has nothing to do with Qingbang, and Qingbang doesn't have such a perverted master."

  He hit the nail on the head:

  "Who is that woman after all? And how did Zhang Xiaolin know she would assassinate you?"

  Zhao Heng slightly closed his eyes and didn't respond, a hint of helplessness flashed across his face: "Whoever she is, she'll eventually show up if she doesn't kill me first. I'll eventually see through her identity too. By the way, I still need your help to keep an eye on Song Qiao for the next few days. I don't want them to get into trouble."

  "Don't worry, I promised you and I will take good care of them."

  Jiang Changlong retied the ancestral medicinal wine and walked to the balcony to slowly wash his hands: "For the past two days, there have been people from the first floor protecting them, so I took the opportunity to keep an eye on you safely. Now that you're safe and sound, I'll continue to watch over them. However, you don't need to worry too much, Fatty is not simple."

  Zhao Heng smiled faintly: "Why isn't it simple?"

  Jiang Changlong thought for a moment, turned around and smiled at Zhao Heng: "Someone is secretly protecting him."

  "Who is it?"

  "I don't know!"

  Jiang Changlong let out a long sigh and laid everything out: "At the time of the Hua Hai bar incident, there was someone who, like me, had been keeping an eye on you. I thought it was someone protecting you, but after Qiao Yuncai and his men came out, that person disappeared too. It's unlikely that Song Qingquan was being protected by a master."

  "So that person should be protecting Qiao Yuncai's wealth."

  Jiang Changlong added a few more sentences: "That person not only has strong protective abilities, but also attacks fiercely. If Yan Ruyu hadn't brought two people out at that time, I'm afraid he would have killed his way in to rescue Qiao Yuncai and let the Qingbang shed blood like a river. As for who it was, I don't know."

  Zhao Heng's mouth curved into a gentle smile: "I didn't expect my second brother to be so extraordinary." He had long guessed that Fatso wasn't an ordinary person, but he hadn't expected there to be a master hiding behind him for protection - it seemed that apart from his appearance, Qiao Fatso really did have some backing.

  Jiang Changlong's expression turned meaningful: "This is a good thing, it's all advantages and no disadvantages for you."

  Then he changed his tone: "If you need it, I can help you investigate his background."

  "There's no need for that."

  Zhao Heng, lying on the bed, gently waved his hand and declined Jiang Changlong's kindness without hesitation: "I'm dealing with Qiao Yuncai himself, not the forces behind him. He is now sincere enough to me, why should I go after his background? Friends also need some space."

  Jiang Changlong gave a thumbs up and praised: "The demeanor of the King of Chu."

  Just then, the corridor suddenly shook, Jiang Changlong patted his clothes and walked out, without looking back, saying: "I suppose it's Qiao Baozi and the others who have returned, I'll go first, contact me later if you need anything, by the way, take your little wife to the restaurant for porridge more often."

  Zhao Heng slightly tilted his head: "Why are you always trying to match me with Zi Yan?"

  "When you live next to others, you should take some responsibility."

  Jiang Changlong burst out laughing: "Don't take advantage of others and be a rascal."

  As he walked out of the door, Zhao Heng couldn't help but let out a slight sigh as he gazed at Jiang Changlong's back. He didn't know why, but although Jiang Changlong always presented himself with an optimistic and sunny personality, Zhao Heng always felt that he had some kind of repression in his heart. What it was exactly, he wasn't clear about, only knowing that this was a person with a story to tell!

  "Big brother..."

  As he was lost in thought, a loud shout came from Baozi!