To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

After that person left.

Sister Yao took out her phone and made a call.

Just moments ago she had been looking furious and ready to devour someone, but now she had transformed into a timid little woman, waiting cautiously for the call to connect.

When Jiang Jinhuan's familiar voice came, Sister Yao seemed a little flustered, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes as she said, "Um, Ah Heng, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, Jiang Zhe got away!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

A brief silence made Sister Yao's face turn pale. "Ah Heng, I'm so sorry, I was too overconfident this time. I should have thought of this..."

Jiang Jinhuan's voice rang out: "Sister Yao, I understand. It's not your fault. I had a plan for this. You should still look for him and keep him under pressure."

Make him a public enemy, but be careful not to lay a hand on him. It's not worth risking your life for a piece of trash!

Don't worry about the rest, I'll handle it! As long as you apply enough pressure here, he'll only have one path left!

Hearing Jiang Jinhuan's words, Sister Yao's face regained its rosy hue and she even looked a little shy. "You, you're worried about me?"

"Yes!" Jiang Jin Huan admitted it readily.

The smile on Sister Yao's lips became even more pronounced.

After hanging up the phone, Sister Yao shouted angrily towards the door, "Someone come here! I'm going to find that bastard Jiang Zhe myself. How dare he make my Ah Heng worry? He deserves to die!"

……

Jiang Zhe didn't know how long he had been running.

He didn't dig the tunnel very long, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to.

He simply dug the tunnel into the abandoned sewers of the former factory.

The water in the sewer was above his ankles, icy cold, and carried a stench of decay and rust.

Above us was a concrete arched ceiling, with a dim yellow light every ten meters or so, the light so faint it seemed it might go out at any moment, casting flickering shadows on the damp walls.

He walked forward, his feet sinking into the deep water, which splashed up and soaked his trousers, sticking to his skin and making him feel cold and itchy.

He stopped to catch his breath and leaned against the wall.

The wall was covered with a layer of slippery moss and unknown grime. The moment he touched it, a chill ran up his spine, making him shiver.

He glanced down at the gun in his hand; the magazine was full. He had taken it from the bedroom safe before leaving.

Time was too tight at the time; he only had time to grab the gun and a few stacks of cash, without even having time to put on his coat.

He gritted his teeth and snorted, his eyes fierce and ferocious. "So what if they find out I killed a lot of people? If you can't catch me, I win. Hehehe, Jiang Jinhuan, just wait for my revenge!"

The police did indeed investigate those cases.

Among the people he killed were petty bosses who seized his territory, disobedient henchmen, and a passerby who witnessed his transaction.

He did everything very cleanly, sinking the bodies into the river or burying them under that abandoned construction site on the outskirts of the city, thinking that no one would ever dig them up.

But Su Ping gave them an excuse to take action.

Or perhaps the police had already discovered something, and Su Ping was just an excuse!

Thinking of Su Ping's hypocritical face, Jiang Zhe felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and he wished he could shoot that good-for-nothing right now.

Unfortunately, that bastard is still at the police station; he can't get into the station now!

Suppressing his murderous intent, he continued walking forward.

The sound of water was amplified in the empty pipes, making it sound somewhat eerie.

After walking for about half an hour, he saw a forked branch road on the left ahead, which was narrower than the main road, but a faint light could be seen at the end.

He turned into the water, which grew shallower and shallower until only a layer of mud remained at the bottom. The mud felt soft underfoot, and his shoes made a "plop, plop" sound.

At the end of the branch pipe is an abandoned access hatch, with a rusted iron ladder leading to an exit covered by an iron fence above.

Jiang Zhe climbed up and tried to push the iron gate open with his shoulder, but it wouldn't budge. He took out a folding knife from his pocket, pried open the rusty lock, and used all his strength to push the heavy iron gate open a crack.

The sky outside was a pale gray, and a cold wind blew in, blowing on his soaked clothes, making his teeth chatter.

He squeezed through the gap and found himself standing in an empty alley.

The alley is lined with tall, old residential buildings, with colorful clothes hanging on clotheslines and piles of garbage in the corners emitting a rotten smell.

He stood against the wall for a while, looking at these scenes, and for a moment he was in a daze.

He was clearly reborn; he should be God's favorite.

He was clearly a young master of the Jiang family, and both his father and mother treated him very well.

Whatever he wants, the two of them will do everything they can to satisfy him.

She was even willing to let Jiang Jinhuan leave with nothing for him.

But he clearly had everything, so why did he end up in this situation?

He was clearly the heir to the Jiang family, but Luo Qingyi, Song Qingci, and Qin Lan didn't even bother to look at him.

He accomplished nothing in his previous life, and in this life he thought he had made the right choice, so why has he ended up like this?

What went wrong?

He walked out of the alley and found a slightly busier street. He bought a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a bottle of mineral water from a roadside stall.

The stall owner was an old man who was looking down at his phone and didn't even glance at him.

Jiang Zhe squatted on the steps at the street corner, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the moment the smoke entered his lungs, the spicy burning sensation made him a little more awake.

Just then, someone walked towards his position.

Jiang Zhe was startled and turned to leave.

The footsteps behind me quickened.

Jiang Zhe disregarded everything and ran away as fast as he could.

He rushed into the nearby alley and ran wildly until he was too exhausted to run anymore, then he turned back.

There was no one behind me.

He got up again and carefully looked back the way he had come.

I saw two people who seemed to be looking for something.

He looked away before the other person could look at him.

Those two people don't look like they're from the police, so they must be Sister Yao's people.

"Sister Yao, haha, you really want me dead!"

Jiang Zhe's eyes gradually turned resentful and ferocious.

"Heh, Jiang Jinhuan, I'll drag you down with me even if I die!"

He looked in one direction, towards the port city!

Then he disappeared into the shadows.

Several days passed, and neither Sister Yao nor the police could find any trace of Jiang Zhe.

Inside the police station.

Yin Ruonan looked at the map of Jiangcheng with a gloomy expression.

She searched everywhere she could think of, but still couldn't find any trace of Jiang Zhe.

"Boss, could he have already escaped Jiangcheng?"

"It's not out of the question, but the probability is very small! He's a wanted criminal now; he can't take taxis or anything else. Besides, there are checkpoints at every highway entrance, so the chances of him sneaking out are slim!"

After a while, Yin Ruonan asked with a gloomy face, "Is there any movement from the Jiang family?"

"Not at the moment!"

"We can't let our guard down; that's the place he's most likely to go!"