She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 338 What a gentle man
A high-end club in Hong Kong.

Huang Chengbin pushed open the door to the VIP room with a displeased expression. He only spoke when he saw that there was only one person inside. "Old Master Qin hasn't been involved in these matters for twenty or thirty years. Suddenly, he recommended his own grandson to Li Changshan. And Li Changshan even brought him to meet our group. There can't be no fish in the water here!"

"What's the panic? I've already spoken to the teacher."

Huang Chengbin picked up the teacup on the table and poured himself some water. Hearing this, his probing gaze fell on the person on the sofa. "What did the teacher say?"

"Done."

Huang Chengbin's expression changed. "He's from the Qin family!"

Beneath Qiu Feng's calm expression lay a sinister and ruthless glint. "So what? Those people from the inland have been taken in one after another. Only Qin Xianguo is still safe. Who can guarantee that he won't bring up his past? Perhaps this junior was sent by him to test the waters."

Huang Chengbin frowned, feeling that things weren't so simple. He paced back and forth a few steps, then suddenly stopped. "I heard that he left Hong Kong yesterday, but the night before last he said he had something urgent to do and needed to leave. How could he have left only last night?"

Qiu Feng's face darkened. "He got away."

Huang Chengbin asked in surprise, "You've already made your move?"

"Are we really going to wait until he has another chance to visit the company?"

Huang Chengbin was at his wits' end. "If he were just some pretty face sent by Old Master Qin, I wouldn't bother lowering myself to say those two words to him. The key is..."

He sighed before he could finish speaking.

Qiu Feng frowned. "Speak your mind!"

"He has connections with the military!"

Qiu Feng was stunned. "What did you say?"

Huang Chengbin felt a little tired. He sat down on the sofa and looked at him with a gloomy expression. "You might... no, we might have been targeted by him."

A chill suddenly ran down Qiu Feng's spine.

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The tea house's year-end event was scheduled for the eve of the Lunar New Year, a week later. After much pleading and cajoling from Afei, Shen Manzhi finally agreed.

So she would practice there during the day and return to Lanwan at night. Qin Yanfeng was at the company and would be busy at the end of the year, so she would occasionally take Zhizhi with her when she went out.

Ah Fei was extremely fond of the handsome long-haired Maine Coon. On their second meeting, he finally managed to coax the cat into his arms.

"I definitely want to have one someday!"

Chen Lin, who was adjusting the sound system, glanced at him after hearing this and said, "You need to have time to take care of yourself too."

Afei was about to retort, but then remembered that he really didn't have time, so he pursed his lips and said, "Then forget it."

He Jia smiled and said, "I can consider it when I have time after I find a partner."

She broke free from Afei's embrace and jumped onto Jiang Yue's leg next to her, rubbing against him.

Ah Fei's arms suddenly felt empty, and his eyes darted around. "So, Sister Zhi, this is something you raised after you got married?"

Shen Manzhi sat on a high stool, stretching out her legs. Hearing this, she looked at the cat in Jiang Yue's arms, pinched her earlobe with the hand supporting her chin, and smiled, "No."

But it was indeed she who picked it up.

He Jia joked, "She doesn't have time."

Afei gasped, "Could it be... one of those people's pets?"

Shen Manzhi raised an eyebrow. "Who is it?"

Ah Fei lowered his eyes and said irritably, "Your lover."

She smiled and said, "Mmm."

Jiang Yue glanced at her with some surprise.

Ah Fei snorted, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the person who came to pick up Sister Zhi from the tea house a while ago. "I didn't realize..."

He received Shen Manzhi's slightly cool gaze, changed his tone, and smiled sweetly, "Mr. Qin is such a gentle man."

The slightly cool gaze turned friendly, and Shen Manzhi pulled her long legs back.

Without the cat in his arms, Ah Fei leaned against the bar stool next to her and reached for the coffee cup on the bar. "Sister Zhi, let's have dinner together tonight!"

Shen Manzhi slightly raised her chin and pointed at Zhizhi in Jiang Yue's hand, "It doesn't like to stay outside for too long."

Ah Fei, biting his straw, squinted and said with a sly grin, "I think it's because you don't like staying outside for long."

He turned to Chen Lin and deliberately said loudly, "Because I'm going back to have dinner with Mr. Qin~"

Shen Manzhi didn't argue much. She took the cat from Jiang Yue, raised an eyebrow, and said, "How about I ask him to come and take the cat away, and I'll eat with you guys?"

"Huh?" Afei blinked. "Then let's forget about it, let's make it up another time!"

Shen Manzhi gave a soft snort.

He cheerfully saw her off, "Sister Zhi, why don't you invite Mr. Qin to come and have fun on the eve of the Lunar New Year? I'll save him the best spot."

Shen Manzhi coaxed Zhizhi into putting on the leash, saying, "He might not be available." Afei laughed, "Then remember to tell him!"

Shen Manzhi opened her eyes and gestured for him to go back.

The tea house gets noisy when it's open at night, so it's not appropriate for her to stay there with her cat.

Zhizhi was raised to be obedient, and her fluffy squirrel-like tail swayed behind her as she walked along Shen Manzhi's feet.

At this hour, restaurants along the main road set up stalls along the roadside, and groups of people came out looking for food at night. Shen Manzhi took a detour and went to the less crowded alleyway on the west side. Just as she turned past a barbershop, she heard muffled sounds of punches and kicks coming from a shadowy corner in front of her.

Zhizhi stopped abruptly and moved closer to Shen Manzhi's feet, meowing.

Shen Manzhi looked down at it, thinking, "Coward."

Just as she was about to squat down and pick him up, the group of people in the corner dispersed. Someone kicked the person on the ground and said viciously, "Remember what I told you. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. If you try to play tricks on me again, your family back home won't have a peaceful life!"

After that person left, Shen Manzhi tugged at the rope in her hand, "Let's go."

They just wouldn't move.

She lost her patience, picked up Zhizhi, and as she stood up, she saw the person on the ground in the corner using the wall for support to get up.

Lu Zhe staggered two steps toward the barbershop, expressionless as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The coldness in his eyes vanished when he saw the person in front of him.

His lips moved slightly, clearly as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, and finally managed a bitter smile.

Shen Manzhi noticed that he was wearing an employee uniform and glanced at the barbershop behind him.

The last time they met, Lu Zhe was still working as a waiter at a teahouse, being instructed by someone to get close to her.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze, and brushed past her.

Shen Manzhi gently rubbed Zhizhi's head, her expression calm.

"That person will go to villa at No. 32 Wutong Road at 8 pm tomorrow night."

Lu Zhe stopped behind her. "That's all I've found out."

Shen Manzhi remained silent.

A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he strode into the shop.

When we met at the tea house last time, he said he didn't know who had instructed him to cause trouble for Shen Manzhi.

This time, he did find an opportunity to test her, but Lu Zhe didn't know if she would believe him, since their meetings had never been very pleasant.

But those people never contacted him again. Every two or three days, he would call his grandparents back home to subtly inquire about the situation at home. The two elderly people were quite happy and seemed to be unaffected by anything else.

He belatedly realized that Shen Manzhi had probably already resolved the matter.

But this is all for later.

Shen Manzhi did take it to heart. She put down Zhizhi and immediately called Baihu, asking him to check the residents of villa number 32 on Wutong Road.

Baihu responded and then asked if she wanted him to come and pick her up.

Although Akso had brought the people who were tracking him back to base, he was still uneasy, feeling that there must still be some of their people in Huai City.

"Isn't this normal?"

As dusk fell, the light overhead in the alley dimmed. Shen Manzhi tightened the rope in her hand, pulling Zhizhi back. "Their goal isn't just me now."

Baihu's breathing quickened as he recalled that the "mentally ill patient" involved in the malicious assault incident had been sent back to Zone C of the mental health center.

The worst-case scenario is that these people want to conduct human experiments in Huaicheng.

It’s simply heartbreaking!

"They dare to do such things, there must be a protective umbrella behind them."

"Don't worry, I've already contacted Si Ming online, but I need to go to the hospital to confirm first."

Baihu asked, "Go find evidence?"

“Hmm,” Shen Manzhi paused, “Is that guy from the Third District Police Station keeping an eye on things?”

"We've been keeping an eye on it, nothing unusual has happened."

Her gaze turned slightly cold. "The biggest problem is that there is no problem."

Baihu was alarmed. "The other party is highly vigilant. We can only start by targeting their communication networks."

Shen Manzhi responded and walked out of the alley after hanging up the phone.

At the entrance of the alley is a small parking area. The management of this area in the East District has improved in recent years, eliminating the previous problem of illegal parking and even leaving a pedestrian walkway.

At the end of the sidewalk, an SUV lay across the road. A woman in a brown trench coat stood beside the car with her hands in her pockets. Years of organized training had instilled in her a decisive and aloof style of doing things, and even her posture and condescending demeanor were identical.

Shen Manzhi stopped and, using the streetlights hanging high in the parking lot, got a clear look at her face.