The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 52 Sophisticated
"Boom."

Wang Wen kicked open the half-open lobby door, walked into the lobby angrily with a pungent smell of blood on his body, and with a "clang" sound, he inserted the fine steel silver spear into the ground.

Above the lobby, Huang Xingde was holding a bowl of noodles as big as his face, blinking and staring at him blankly, with a piece of noodles hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Sure, Lao Deng!"

Wang Wen crossed his arms and sneered, "You're just sitting back and waiting for me to make my surrender, right?"

"Chiliu."

Huang Xingde slurped the noodles into his mouth and looked outside the gate: "Where is your uncle?"

Wang Wen: "I'm going to the Sanhe Gang to take charge of the situation!"

Huang Xingde nodded, then tapped the bowl of noodles with his chopsticks and shouted out the door, "Are you all blind? Can't you see your brother Tiger is back? Why don't you cook him a big bowl of plain noodles?"

Wang Wen added expressionlessly, "Crack three eggs."

Huang Xingde immediately shouted, "Did you hear me? Beat three more eggs!"

A response of "OK" came from far outside the hall.

Huang Xingde put down his bowl and said in a soothing tone, "Are you hungry? Wait a moment. The water is boiling in the pot. The noodles will be ready soon."

Wang Wen's face was sullen. "Who told you about the noodles... Tell me, when did you find out everything? And why didn't you tell me? Do you know how anxious I was just now? I was afraid that when I got back I would see you lying on the coffin..."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, children's words are without restraint, children's words are without restraint!"

Huang Xingde almost lost his composure and scolded with a smile, "How come any good words coming out of your little dog's mouth always have a different flavor?"

Wang Wen: "Talk about it!"

Huang Xingde: "When else could it be cleared up? The last time you came home and stammered and challenged me!"

Wang Wen nodded. He had guessed it long ago. It was more like seeking confirmation than asking a question.

However, hearing the old man tell him this in person, he was still shocked. Just based on the few words he said last time, this old man could trace it all the way to Zhang Yuan? And he arranged things to this extent without making a sound?
I'm afraid that Zhang Yuan will think that this old man knows nothing and is kept in the dark until his death.

This brainpower, cunning, and skill... Wang Wen was completely impressed!
But looking at this old man at this moment, Wang Wen couldn't help but think of Zhao Zhiling and his gang... Did those people really know nothing and understand nothing?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
At least, he was now certain that there were serious problems with the confessions of the White Lotus followers given to him on the last trip back!

It was the same way he used himself as bait last time to lure out the White Lotus followers that Peng Ying had captured that night...

According to the confession Cheng Xian gave him, all the White Lotus followers were completely clueless and knew nothing.

However, most of the temples of the Cao Gang were built along the river, after all, it was to make it convenient for the Cao workers to work at the docks.

Such an obvious geographical feature, but not a single one of those minions mentioned it?
As long as someone mentioned it, they could trace the cause back to the Cao Gang.

But Zhao Zhiling and others never mentioned this from beginning to end.

Looking back from this perspective, Zhao Zhiling and his group had repeatedly hinted to him to mobilize the Qinghe Gang to investigate the evil people of the White Lotus Sect, probably to test the reaction of the Qinghe Gang.

Of course, there may also be considerations of self-affirmation in it.

It's a pity that the seductive eyes were cast at a blind man...

"Damn it, a bunch of old perverts!" Wang Wen cursed inwardly, feeling both angry and ashamed.

He really didn't realize before that Zhao Zhiling and his gang had these multiple meanings.

"As for why I didn't tell you..."

Huang Xingde secretly observed him, and seeing that his face was extremely ugly, he quickly said, "Isn't this a family disgrace that should not be made public?"

"Besides, that butcher Zhang is also the head of a sect. According to the rules, we can't do anything to him. Rather than alerting the enemy, doing thankless work, and getting the bad reputation of killing fellow disciples, it's better to report it directly to the headquarters and let them send someone to clean up the mess... Look, isn't your uncle here?"

At this point, he muttered earnestly, "Erhu, our ancestors said, 'Secrecy leads to success, while disclosure leads to failure.' In official circles, there's also a saying, 'If a ruler is not discreet, he will lose his ministers; if a minister is not discreet, he will lose his dignity; if a few things are not discreet, they will become harmful.'"

Wang Wen was furious and said with his neck stiff, "You're just talking nonsense, and you want to be the top scorer?"

If this had happened in the past, Huang Xingde would have slapped him in the face.

But tonight, he just nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, yes, it's Dad who talks too much. Our Erhu has grown up and knows more than Dad!"

Wang Wen was so disgusted by his sincere words that goosebumps appeared all over his body. He said unhappily, "It's unnecessary for me to worry about you!"

Huang Xingde chuckled, picked up the bowl of noodles and took a big sip happily.

After a while, a gang member came in with a big bowl of steaming hot noodles, and there were three fried eggs floating on the bowl.

Wang Wen glanced at the person who came, took the bowl of noodles with both hands, and asked casually, "Why are you the waiter, Erlu, and where is that bad boy Ajie?"

Huang Xingde scratched the bottom of his bowl and casually continued, "He's dead. We killed him with our own hands."

Wang Wen was stunned for a moment, then muttered, "Is that traitor Ajie? No, what's he after?"

"Who knows?"

Huang Xingde smiled amiably and said, "Perhaps he wants to be Zhang the Butcher's godson... Never mind that bastard. Let's talk about you. Can you explain yourself when you return to the government office?"

Wang Wen gave up his curiosity after hearing this and sneered, "An explanation? Who should I explain to after getting involved in this mess?"

Huang Xingde glanced at him and whispered, "How about we ask someone to send some antiques, calligraphy, and paintings over? That Zhao guy is a scholar, and scholars like these things."

"I guess it's useless."

Wang Wen pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Although that fellow is a scholar, he has been in the Western Army for a long time, and he has a strong military spirit..."

"Then send a few sensible, obedient and considerate beauties over there."

Huang Xingde said without hesitation: "Whether he is a scholar or a warrior, he can't do without this."

"forget it."

Wang Wen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Those people are incredibly suspicious, and our Cao Gang is definitely not clean in this matter. I guess no matter how we express ourselves, they'll still be suspicious."

Huang Xingde frowned: "We can't just do nothing. My son's career has just begun, and we can't let it be ruined by that brat!"

Wang Wen rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Don't worry about it. The more we do at this point, the more they'll think we're guilty. We should just do what we have to do and see how things unfold... If all else fails, wouldn't it be nice for me to come back and continue being my Tiger Lord? I've done such a great deed this time, so a Xiangzhu shouldn't be able to get away, right?"

(End of this chapter)