In the group of four bodyguards, Luo Gang was undoubtedly the recognized leader. Since Luo Gang said it was fine, Qin Tianxiang had no further worries and went on vacation with Wang Weiguo.
Life in Sichen Town was comfortable and pleasant. However, in a dense forest far away, danger lurked at every step.
"Boss, I’ve scouted ahead. There are basically no normal paths left," Zhang Haifeng said to Yan Aohan. He took a water canteen handed to him by a comrade and took a sip.
Yan Aohan picked up the binoculars from his chest, looked ahead, and said, "This isn’t our first time facing a situation with no clear path. Why worry?" He pointed in a direction. "Go this way, go around. If there’s a path, walk it. If not, make one." His tone was crisp and decisive.
"Boss, your plan is too big. If we go straight through, we’ll cross in two hours. Going around will take us a full day and night," Zhang Haifeng said, looking at the endless, pathless wilderness with a sense of speechlessness.
"So what?" Yan Aohan sneered coldly. "If my thinking could be predicted by you, you could sit in my position."
"Forget it," Zhang Haifeng said directly. "I’ll listen to you." Whenever Yan Aohan went out with him, Yan Aohan always did some strange things. Strangely, these actions always turned danger into safety. So, Zhang Haifeng had come to admire Yan Aohan from the bottom of his heart.
Yan Aohan looked around again. "Haifeng, lead the way. Zhang Sheng, cover the rear. Let’s go."
"Yes." Zhang Haifeng and Zhang Sheng began to execute Yan Aohan’s orders. Zhang Haifeng scouted ahead, Yan Aohan led the group, and Zhang Sheng walked at the very back.
If they could survive this crisis, the Yan family would be entirely under Yan Aohan’s control. Therefore, Yan Aohan had to handle this matter personally. However, where there is opportunity, there is also danger.
"Boss, there’s a situation ahead," Zhang Haifeng reported, his expression relaxed, indicating the difficulty ahead wasn’t severe. "There’s a small squad of about twenty people ahead. Based on their movements and hand signals, they should be from the Zheng family." Zhang Haifeng told Yan Aohan what he had discovered. Each noble family had distinctive movements and marching styles that were not easy for ordinary people to imitate, so Zhang Haifeng recognized the identity of the group ahead at a glance.
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Yan Aohan’s mouth. "Since we’ve met, let’s eliminate them. For some to live, others must die to balance the numbers." The last words were spoken so softly that even Zhang Haifeng didn’t hear them clearly.
Aside from Yan Aohan, there were only seven of them. But these seven were Yan Aohan’s carefully cultivated confidants, each capable of fighting ten enemies.
"Boss, I’ll handle them," Liu Guotao, one of the seven, stepped forward. Liu Guotao was skilled in ambushes. Whether day or night, he was the best at any task involving surprise attacks.
"En. Chen Guodong, assist Liu Guotao. You have thirty minutes," Yan Aohan said calmly.
"Yes." Liu Guotao and Chen Guodong answered firmly and quietly, then hurried off. Their method was brutal. Chen Guodong drew attention in the open, while Liu Guotao attacked from the shadows. Watching the twenty people fall silently, Yan Aohan’s face showed no change. He merely made a subtle, unnoticed gesture with his hand, and the faint aura of confusion that appeared as they fell vanished instantly.