Upon hearing the words "excluding Xiao Qiang", Shu Ya immediately became upset, "Why exclude Shu Ya? Could she not betray me?"
After all, she had every reason to get rid of me, right?
"Alright, alright, let's include her."
Hao Jian couldn't help but laugh and cry at this woman's jealousy—it was truly something else.
Shu Ya calmed down and seriously replied, "Besides Xiao Qiang, I don't remember whom else I told."
"That's troublesome," Hao Jian
frowned, making the situation somewhat difficult. It seemed nearly impossible to find that person.
"Forget it, I'll handle the investigation; you just focus on preparing for the IPO," said Hao Jian.
He knew the corporation was preparing for an IPO; Shu Ya was working harder than anyone, waking up earlier than the rooster and sleeping later than a dog. She really had no spare time for anything else.
"You investigate? How will you investigate?"
Hao Jian smirked, "Didn't I run into Zhang Zicong before coming to you? I beat him up and sent him to the hospital. Just now, I found out that he's been admitted to this hospital, right above my floor!"
Shu Ya was alarmed, "You plan to use torture?"
"Don't worry, I'll give you a satisfactory response when the time comes."
Hao Jian confidently declared, ready with at least a hundred ways to make fools like Zhang Zicong spill the beans.
"Alright then, just be careful not to blow things up too much," Shu Ya advised.
That night, Hao Jian took advantage of the nurses' and doctors' rounds to sneak into Zhang Zicong's hospital room.
Zhang Zicong was beaten badly enough, with bruises all over his body and slight concussion. Reportedly, he even temporarily lost his ability to speak.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep. Just then, he saw the very person who caused his current state swagger into the room.
Zhang Zicong, burning with anger, wanted nothing more than to leap up and beat up Hao Jian.
"Don't get excited now. The doctor said you need to stabilize your emotions for a quicker recovery," Hao Jian advised earnestly, like he truly cared.
Zhang Zicong glared at him, almost wishing he could jump up and hit Hao Jian if it weren't for his immobility.
It's all your fault I became , and now you dare say such cold words?
"Sigh." Hao Jian sighed helplessly, grabbed Zhang Zicong's injured leg, and then pressed down hard.
"Mmm." Zhang Zicong's eyes rolled back in pain as he looked pleadingly at Hao Jian.
"See what you made me do? You keep pushing me to get rough. You can't even speak now, how could you possibly resist whatever I want to do to you?"
Zhang Zicong almost cried, thinking why he had to provoke such a fiend?
He originally thought Hao Jian would stop after beating him, but who knew he would even come to the hospital wearing patient clothes? Was he also sick?
Hopefully, it's cancer! Late-stage! Zhang Zicong thought maliciously.
"Shu Ya and I already know that you arranged for the Assassin to kill her, and I've taken care of them. Now, I want to know who told you Shu Ya's whereabouts? I think you'd be eager to tell me," Hao Jian asked with a sly grin.
Zhang Zicong was shocked. Those Assassins were taken care of by Hao Jian? Yao Shufen, that bitch, had said it was foolproof?!
Then his gaze flickered, seemingly hesitating. If he confessed now, wouldn't that be admitting to hiring someone for murder?
Hao Jian, smiling, sat down on Zhang Zicong's arm.
"Mmm!" Zhang Zicong cried out in pain, frantically blinking at Hao Jian, signaling his agreement.
"That's more like it." Hao Jian pulled out a pen and paper from the drawer, instructing Zhang Zicong to write down the person's name.
Then Zhang Zicong wrote three characters on the paper. Hao Jian looked at the name and sneered,
These past few days, Boss Liang had been on edge, barely getting any proper sleep at night.
As the saying goes, only those with guilty consciences fear the knock in the night, and his recent anxiety was clearly due to his misdeeds.
"Boss, you haven't looked well these past few days. Has something happened?" a security guard asked.
Boss Liang was about to respond when he heard a mocking voice coming from outside,
"Having a guilty conscience would explain why you look so pale," Hao Jian appeared at the guardroom doorway, his face mocking.
"You. What do you mean?" Boss Liang looked at Hao Jian, noticeably uneasy.
"What I mean, you know very well. Despite being part of the corporation, you betrayed the president, exposed her whereabouts to criminals, and facilitated her abduction. Your good days are over, Boss Liang!" Hao Jian sneered.
At this revelation, everyone in the guardroom turned to stare at Boss Liang, shocked that he could have done such a thing.
"You're talking nonsense! The president's abduction was an accident, what does that have to do with me? You say I harmed the president, do you have evidence?" Boss Liang immediately retorted.
"Evidence? Zhang Zicong has already confessed; what more do you need?"
Hao Jian looked at Boss Liang as if he were an idiot. In reality, Zhang Zicong had not confessed at all; he had merely written a name, and Hao Jian was merely bluffing Boss Liang.
Hearing this, everyone seemed thoughtful. Everyone in the corporation knew Zhang Zicong and Shu Ya didn't get along. It wasn't impossible for him to have done it.
But Boss Liang didn't realize it was a trap and said blankly, "That's impossible! There's no way he could have confessed!"
"You aren't him, so how would you know he wouldn't confess?" Hao Jian chuckled, Boss Liang finally revealing a slip of the tongue.
Boss Liang's expression froze, realizing his mistake in speaking too absolutely.
His colleagues, meanwhile, took a few steps back, eyeing him warily.
"I... I'll fight you!"
Seeing the truth come to light, Boss Liang, in a fury of shame and anger, had only one thought—to take Hao Jian down with him even if it meant his own downfall.
Like a mad dog, he lunged at Hao Jian. Seeing him coming, Hao Jian's lips curled in disdain as he slowly raised his leg.