Retired for A Hundred Years: Re-Employment for the Apocalypse Bigshot!-Chapter 71: So What If You Know?

Lin Yuanyang’s expression didn’t change as he looked up at him, "Are you referring to the competition I entered at the age of 6?"

The handsome guy paused slightly, "Winning an award at 6, your spiritual power is impressive."

"I’m an S-Class spiritual power, that’s not a secret within our circle." Lin Yuanyang looked at the screen in front of him, his tone indifferent.

The handsome guy was somewhat surprised by the calmness on Lin Yuanyang’s face that didn’t match his age, deepening his suspicions about him.

The anomaly in You Le’s surveillance video was likely due to someone secretly deleting her footage. To delete the video without anyone noticing, this person must be a highly skilled hacker.

And Lin Yuanyang was a famous genius in Beijing, although his health wasn’t good, his spiritual power was S-Class. Back then, his grandfather had people closely watch this boy for a long time, planning to recruit him into the Lin Family once he naturally awakened his superpower.

During that time, he had become very familiar with Lin Yuanyang’s personal file, especially the fact that he had won the Hua Continent hacker competition’s children’s group championship while still in primary school.

If he could do hacking a few years ago, his skills must be even more proficient now, right?

Plus his S-Class spiritual power...

The handsome guy pressed his lips and looked at Lin Yuanyang with a hint of scrutiny.

"Young Master Fu, just ask me directly what you want to know." Lin Yuanyang took the initiative to say.

The handsome guy was none other than Young Master Fu Yuanxuan of one of the three major super families in Beijing, the Fu Family.

Fu Yuanxuan didn’t probe further, straightforwardly asked, "Do you know You Le?"

"I know. Bai Xiaotang’s classmate."

"Were you involved in the explosion case the other day?"

Lin Yuanyang’s hand paused on the keyboard, "No. How could a child like me be involved in an explosion case? Are you joking?"

"Then why is You Le’s surveillance video missing?"

Lin Yuanyang was secretly shocked. He really hadn’t expected Fu Yuanxuan to trace the surveillance issue; with millions of people in Anhe City and tens of thousands living on Back Alley Street, how did he find You Le in such a short time?

Suppressing his shock, Lin Yuanyang feigned calmness and asked him back, "What surveillance video?"

"The surveillance video of You Le around October 20th, 48 hours before and after."

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I didn’t have time to pay attention to You Le on October 20th."

"Was it because you were at the police station to report a case?"

Lin Yuanyang’s calm facade was hard to maintain; he narrowed his eyes and sharply looked at Fu Yuanxuan, "So you approached Bai Xiaotang and moved in here just to investigate us?"

Fu Yuanxuan also stared directly into his eyes.

A tense atmosphere emerged between the two.

Lin Yuanyang asked, "Does Bai Yusen know you’re using Bai Xiaotang like this?"

Fu Yuanxuan’s lips suddenly curved, he chuckled lightly, "So what if he does?"

Lin Yuanyang was at a loss for words; indeed, the Fu Family never needed to explain their actions to anyone. The Bai Family’s opportunity to marry into the Fu Family was pure luck due to Bai Xiaotang’s ancestor saving the life of the Fu Family’s leader.

Seeing Lin Yuanyang purse his lips without speaking, Fu Yuanxuan warned in a serious tone, "You’re a smart person. I don’t care if you were involved in the explosion case earlier, but don’t meddle in the future."

Lin Yuanyang watched Fu Yuanxuan’s back, his brow tightly furrowed.

After Fu Yuanxuan left, he did not relax, pressing a button in his pocket and putting on earphones.

Why did Lin Yuanyang get involved in the explosion case?

Could it be that the Lin Family knows something?

Fu Yuanxuan’s eyes turned sharp.

***

Night fell.

Dots of starlight adorned the night sky, flickering on and off.

In front of an abandoned warehouse, two people dressed in black and wearing masks were secretly escorting a man with a black head covering out of a car.

"Identity?" The man in black at the warehouse gate raised a weapon aimed at the two.

The two lifted their right arms, revealing metal rings on their wrists that glowed green, replying, "Hong Seven, Hong Ba."

At the warehouse gate, a man in black lowered his weapon and also extended the metal ring on his wrist to tap against the two’s metal rings, hearing a system voice from the rings: "Red Group 7, Red Group 8."

"Enter."

As the warehouse doors slowly opened, the two men in black escorted the man with the black mask inside.

The warehouse was full of rusty iron racks. The inside was spacious, but dilapidated and overgrown with weeds.

"Boss, the person has been brought."

One of the men in black approached the iron rack respectfully toward a person sitting there and then removed the man’s mask.

The person on the iron rack wore a shiny black mask, complete with a black uniform and Martin leather boots.

Long legs, one bent and casually placed on the rack while the other dangled down, making the person seem like they might fall off.

"You are Liu Yunsong?"

The man whose mask had been removed, after seeing the surroundings, didn’t have his usual smile but rather deep dread in his eyes, "Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"

No sooner had he spoken than his stomach was punched hard by Hong Seven, making a dull grunt and he collapsed to the ground.

"Don’t speak nonsense when the boss asks you a question."

Liu Yunsong clutched his stomach and couldn’t get up for a long time until Hong Seven grabbed his hair and lifted him up.

"Lao Qi, release him."

Hong Seven let go, and Liu Yunsong fell heavily back to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.

The person sitting on the iron rack gracefully jumped down, slowly walked to Liu Yunsong, squatted down, and asked, "Who’s the commander you mentioned?"

Liu Yunsong’s body paused, and the vigilance in his eyes turned into sudden realization, clutching his chest and suddenly laughing, the pain in his abdomen spilling blood from his mouth, "So...you are just these lackeys..."

"How dare you—" Hong Seven grabbed Liu Yunsong’s head again and punched him hard.

Liu Yunsong was tossed around like a rag doll, rolling several times on the ground.

The intense pain curled his body, his face full of agony.

Hong Ba glanced at the man by his feet and said to the person in the black mask not far away, "Boss, should I handle this?"

The person wearing the black mask looked at them momentarily and nodded slightly.

Hong Ba immediately crouched down, extending his right hand, palm down, pressing his fingers against Liu Yunsong’s head.

"Ah—"

A man’s tragic scream echoed throughout the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, the man in black couldn’t help but shiver, taking a few steps away.

Inside the warehouse, Liu Yunsong screamed in agony, his eyes turning white, temples throbbing, his entire upper body arched as if his head was being sucked by that hand, unable to break free.

His whole body stiffened in a bizarre posture.

Meanwhile, Hong Ba next to him gradually broke into a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, the green light on the metal ring on his right wrist gradually turning yellow.

Finally, as the yellow light was about to turn dark, Liu Yunsong’s gaze became dull as if his soul had been extracted. Meanwhile, Hong Ba plopped down on the ground, as if fished out from the water, and spoke in a voice filled with exhaustion, "Boss... I didn’t fail... I read his memory..."

"What?"

"He was shot in the knee by a crossbow arrow... The end of the crossbow arrow has... has... the commander’s mark..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... yes... the ancient script Ji..."

The person with the black mask instantly clenched their fist, standing in place for a long time before giving Hong Seven a look.

Hong Seven immediately stepped forward, his palm turned into a fist heavily striking Liu Yunsong’s back.

Only a muffled grunt could be heard as the person in front fell limp to the ground, losing breath.

"Boss, is it those families..."

"Check everyone on the platform thoroughly!"

"Yes..."

The man in black who had come to the warehouse left just as quickly, and soon there wasn’t a trace of human presence left here.

A figure swiftly descended from the top of the warehouse, crouched down, sniffed a patch of foul-smelling liquid, and then left silently, just as they had come.