Chapter 138: Chapter 138; Get hold of them all….
“Yes. It’s people from the Tang family…” Li Feng nodded solemnly. “We found some encrypted messages and voice calls but we cracked them all. They’re planning to make another move. And they have people watching Zhou Yuxi’s hospital ward already. I think they already know Tang Yuzi transferred his shares away.”
Mu Yunchen’s eyes darkened as a storm brewed, his gaze narrowing dangerously. It meant someone close to Tang Yuzi had already betrayed him and sold that information. And only minutes ago they had signed those confidential papers. The lawyer hadn’t even got them notarized. This was so fast.
“They won’t get any closer to her again. Not again. Let them try if they want,” he said coldly, his voice like a blade cutting through the tension in the room.
He clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands standing out, his knuckles white from the force. Only he knew how much anger he was restraining.
Li Feng shifted uneasily under the oppressive weight of his master’s fury; this had never occurred; it had never gotten to this point.
The air around Mu Yunchen crackled as if he might rip apart the walls of the command room at any moment. Everyone present was scared of his wrath and they all always knew Zhou Yuxi was his bottom line.
“Also…” Li Feng hesitated for a breath before pushing forward another serious piece of information; it was better said than hidden, “We found something else. A transfer of funds to a private account in the Cayman Islands. Guess whose name was linked in the chain?”
Mu Yunchen lifted his gaze, eyes glinting like a predator who had just caught the scent of his prey.
He stayed silent for a heartbeat, thinking, the gears in his mind turning rapidly. He knew very few members of the Tang family, actually, apart from Zhou Yuxi, he cared about nothing and no one else.
“Tang Fenghao.” Li Feng finally said it, voice low but firm. That name wasn’t unfamiliar to him as he handled most of the business and dirty work, but Third Master Mu had never cared for it, until now. He didn’t even seem to know this person.
A dangerous smile tugged at the corner of Mu Yunchen’s lips, chilling and merciless; this was the person he had always been in Zhou Yuxi’s absence; his gentleness was only for Zhou Yuxi and no one else.
He leaned forward slightly, speaking through clenched teeth, you could see his defined jawline. “So that rat was the one fattening himself behind everyone’s back.”
He stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor. He turned to the rows of monitors displaying surveillance feeds, encrypted calls, and financial records, his voice steady but lethal. “Get hold of them all. Tang Fenghao, get every mole, and every snake we have in the company. Lock down all the accounts that are active and freeze everything.”
His eyes flicked back to Li Feng, sharper than any blade, and you could see it in his eyes; blood was about to rain. “And gather up Group A team members. We are paying the Tang family a visit tonight. Did they think I would let this slide? Over my dead body.”
He adjusted his cuffs, his expression calm but his aura radiating pure and restrained violence.
The storm inside him had found its direction, and the Tang family was about to face its full wrath.
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Li Feng’s expression was grim but resolute. “Already deployed the team. We will have eyes on all three suspects within the hour. The Cayman account trail is being followed by our cyber division and soon they will be settled.”
Mu Yunchen lightly nodded his head once, sharp and decisive. “Good. I want results before nightfall. Actually, I want them all arrested and taken over to the private dungeon cell.”
With a sweep of his coat, he turned on his heel and strode out of the command center, tension radiating from every heavy step that struck the polished marble floor like a war drum. Behind him, Li Feng and two senior operatives fell into formation without needing a single order.
Outside, a fleet of matte-black jeeps was already lined up under the muted evening sky. Engines rumbled low like caged beasts, headlights slicing through the dusk. Group A, his elite squad, stood by — clad in tactical gear, faces steeled, each man brimming with the silent promise of absolute loyalty and lethal efficiency.
Mu Yunchen didn’t pause. He swung open the door of the lead jeep and climbed in, settling into the back seat. Li Feng slipped into the passenger side while the driver, eyes locked on the rearview mirror, waited for the signal.
“Status?” Mu Yunchen asked, voice dangerously calm.
“North gate covered, south gate covered. Internal staff were bribed to give us Tang Fenghao’s exact location. Tang Yuzi’s uncle is at the old Tang estate — we’ll breach simultaneously,” Li Feng reported briskly, eyes scanning the digital tablet in his lap.
“Move.” Mu Yunchen’s command cut through the air like the crack of a whip.
The convoy rolled forward in perfect synchrony. Tires gripped the asphalt, headlights flaring bright as they peeled away from the secure building. The city lights blurred past, but inside the jeeps, the tension coiled tighter and tighter — a storm on wheels.
Mu Yunchen leaned back, eyes closed but mind razor-sharp, every heartbeat pounding with one image: Zhou Yuxi lying so still in that cold hospital room. Every second these traitors breathed free was an insult to her suffering — an insult he would not forgive.
“Tonight,” he murmured under his breath, voice soft yet venomous, “the Tang family will remember whose city this is.”
The convoy snaked through the city’s veins like a predator hunting its prey, closing in on the Tang family’s grand estate, unaware that ruin was thundering toward them on four black wheels.