Under One Person: God Profiler

Turning to Lu Jin, she said, "Old Lu, do you think... my condolences will be of any use...?"

Lu Jin was stunned.

'Why did this old man's attitude suddenly change...'

"What do you mean by that?"

Zhang Zhiwei remained expressionless, seemingly irritated as he pinched the bridge of his nose: "The Quanxing sect killed my junior brother...smashed my sect...tell me, what good does my grief do?"

Lu Jin was shocked: "You're not going to seek revenge, are you? Now? Have you gone mad? Do you know your own identity?"

Do you know what the consequences will be if you take action now?

"You are a Celestial Master! You are a representative of the righteous sects! If you take action, it will cause other sects to follow suit! It will provoke a great war in the world of supernatural beings!"

Zhang Zhiwei, looking at the agitated Lu Jin, seemed slightly lost in thought: "Old Lu, why don't you go back first... I need some peace and quiet..."

Lu Jin observed Zhang Zhiwei's condition and, seeing that he was indeed not well, nodded and said, "Okay, you should calm down..."

"No delivery."

Zhang Zhiwei uttered two words.

Lu Jin nodded and headed down the mountain.

The weather was sunny and the temperature was pleasant.

But Zhang Zhiwei felt a chill in his heart.

'Junior brother, are you being targeted by the Quanxing because of what happened back then?'

'You really didn't see... Huaiyi back then?'

'What did you know... that you kept from me and my master...'

'Could it be... a young man from the Lü family of the Quanxing Sect?'

Zhang Zhiwei exuded a chilling aura. Despite it being summer, the air seemed to have dropped several degrees in temperature. Finally, he looked up at the sky and said, "Heh, condolences?"

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airport.

There were many people.

In the parking lot, two men were smoking next to a white car.

A young boy wearing a green short-sleeved shirt with a picture of a barefoot girl sitting on a swing woven from green vines, has a slightly bluish left cheek and a bit of stubble on his rather handsome face. He also wears an earring.

The other was a burly man with a rugged appearance, his hair standing on end, and a small scar on his thick left eyebrow, which made it look like a broken eyebrow.

The man with the earring leaned against the car door, slowly exhaling and asking, "What time is it?"

The man with the broken eyebrow glanced at his phone and mumbled, "Soon."

"I asked what time it is."

The man with the broken eyebrow simply exhaled a puff of smoke: "Brother Xia should be here by now."

Both of them were stunned when the man with the broken eyebrow finished speaking.

They quickly tossed the cigarette on the ground. A quick stomp. A kick. All in one fluid motion. They didn't even know where the cigarette butt landed. They both exhaled simultaneously afterward.

Looking up, they saw that familiar, tall figure walking towards them.

The time is just right.

Xia Linyuan frowned when he saw that one of them had a pale face and the other had his hair standing on end. He asked, "Gao Zhan and Gao Yuan, did you two fight?"

Gao Yuan opened his mouth to say something, but Gao Zhan interrupted, "Brother Xia, Gao Yuan has been watching a police drama lately. After watching it, he didn't want to go to school anymore and insisted on selling fish. I couldn't persuade him no matter what I did. So I chopped him a few times."

"He tried to cut it too hard and his hair wouldn't come down, so he just got a mohawk."

"This is what it looks like after it was done."

"But it's good, at least I won't have to see his ugly, frizzy hair when I tap him in the future."

Gao Yuan was immediately displeased when he heard his brother say such things about him in front of their boss: "What's wrong with me watching TV dramas? It's better than you watching cartoons! At least I have some aspirations after watching TV dramas. All you do after watching cartoons is shout 'I'd donate my heart!'"

"You don't understand, I'm shouting for freedom!"

"You wouldn't understand! Selling fish is my passion!"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Xia Linyuan said coldly, "Do brothers have to quarrel?"

The two of them immediately deflated.

Gao Zhan and Gao Yuan are twins, but fraternal twins. Not only do they look alike, but they're also not on the same page; they're always fighting or arguing. Neither of them will give in...

Xia Linyuan was their boss and also their martial arts instructor.

In front of Xia Linyuan, neither of them had any temper.

"Where is the Wang family's file?"

Seeing that the two were not speaking, Xia Linyuan asked a question.

Gao Zhan immediately opened the back door: "Here!"

Xia Linyuan glanced at the back seat and saw it was full of white documents: "So many?"

"There's still some in the back compartment."

Gao Zhan said somewhat embarrassedly, "Master Dou asked us to investigate the Wang family officials, so I investigated their family members, hobbies, deeds, and even sexual fetishes. That should be about all we have..."

"Their sexual fetishes were discovered by the two of us..."

Gao Yuan quickly added a sentence.

Gao Zhan nodded without trying to take credit for him: "Yes, yes, he deserves some credit too."

Xia Linyuan nodded, stacked the documents inside, made room for himself, and sat down: "Thank you for your hard work, let's go."

"OK. Mr. Dou said you bought a villa, where is it?"

"Yunlai Inn (This is a fictional story; any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.)"

Chapter 102 Don't hesitate, hit him!

Wang Tao, one of WG's youngest presidents, is known for his fiery and decisive personality. He once acquired the famous food brand "Youyijia" with a market value of 500 million yuan in just three days, demonstrating his considerable achievements in the food industry.

The family environment is relatively stable.

His hobby is his wife, and he has a sexual fetish for her.

His wife, Jiang Xin, has a perfect 90/60/85 body proportion and enjoys yoga and wearing black clothing.

Xia Linyuan slowly looked at the information that Gao Zhan and Gao Yuan had compiled. He asked, "Is this Wang Tao an ordinary person...?"

Gao Yuan, sitting in the passenger seat with a copy of Sun Tzu's Art of War in his hands, immediately replied to Xia Linyuan's question: "He's an ordinary person. But there's nothing wrong with how he handles cases; he's just a very young elite. Both parties are very happy with the acquisition of the brand."

Xia Linyuan raised an eyebrow: "Who said I'm nitpicking?"

Gao Yuan raised the Art of War in his hand: "To provoke someone when they are angry, to humble them when they are arrogant, to make them rest when they are tired, and to alienate them when they are close. To defeat someone, you must target their weaknesses."

"What's wrong with Brother Xia and the Wang family? Is the company targeting him?"

Xia Linyuan shook his head slightly: "The Wang family wants to get me, I'm just taking precautions. These are all minor matters."

However, you've made great progress; you've started reading Sun Tzu's Art of War.

He heard Xia Linyuan praise him.

Gao Yuan's enormous head immediately began to shake: "So I'm only one step away from success."

"Which step?"

“You’ve chosen the wrong industry. If I were selling fish, I could have someone beat me up during the New Year, then hook up with a cop, hehehe. I’d be the next big shot!” A sinister, eunuch-like glint flashed across Gao Yuan’s rugged face.

Xia Linyuan remained silent.

They messed up right after I praised them.

He then continued to peruse the Wang family's records.

Gao Yuan is right; they are indeed looking for faults in the Wang family, but it's not just about finding fault with the Wang family...

The kingdom established by the Wang family by stepping on the backs of their clansmen clearly represents a bias in resource allocation.

Therefore, besides sending in important cadres, we also need to find ambitious individuals who lack resources...

Promote some, demote others.

Feng Zhenghao will certainly not let the changes in the Wang family's power structure go unnoticed...

Feng Zhenghao then interfered further, dismantling several foundation stones of the once towering building...

Let the foundation stone build another skyscraper...

Tsk tsk tsk....

As long as there are enough benefits and desires.

There won't be just one leader...

Provoke them when they are angry, make them arrogant when they are humble, exhaust them when they are at ease, and alienate them when they are close...