Chapter 113: An Inextricable Bond with the Ancient Temple

Inside Prince Hao’s office, I sat in a chair, repeatedly tapping his desk with my index finger.

He hadn’t arrived yet, and I had no idea what the outcome would be.

If Xiaobei couldn’t be taken away, what would happen to Yunie?

Creak.

The office door opened, and Prince Hao walked in with a furrowed brow.

He looked up and saw me but said nothing.

Seeing his expression, a bad feeling washed over me. “It didn’t get approved?”

Prince Hao nodded, then sat back down at his desk, sighing deeply. “This isn’t in accordance with the rules. Besides, he’s seriously injured now, and we still need to get information from him. If anything goes wrong, it’ll be troublesome.”

I understood his concerns, but I had only one question: “What about Yunie?”

Prince Hao responded decisively, “Yunie needs saving too. I’ll take my team and go with you to the ancient Baolian Temple. We need to find out who’s really behind this.”

I looked at him. “Without Xiaobei, Yunie’s doomed. We both know the kind of methods the Golden Cicada uses.”

“What if something goes wrong?”

I took a deep breath and shook my head. I honestly didn’t know, but in my heart, I felt there was nothing wrong with exchanging Xiaobei’s life to save Yunie.

Meeting my gaze, Prince Hao sighed deeply. “Fine. I trust you, but it can’t take too long. Between 11:30 tonight and 3 a.m., I’ll find a way to get him out.”

He looked at me and asked, “Are you confident?”

“No, but I want to try.”

“Alright, I believe you. If Captain Cui were here, he’d definitely make the same choice.”

Looking at Prince Hao’s face, I almost saw Captain Cui’s shadow.

I leaned back with my hands behind my head, but the movement pulled at the wound on my body.

I grimaced and stared at the ceiling. “Baolian Temple again.”

After finalizing the plan with Prince Hao, I went home to rest. Song Zhong and Song Chao, the brothers, were still steaming something, so I didn’t disturb them and just closed the shop to get a good sleep.

When I woke up, it was already 10:30.

I boiled a bowl of noodles, ate quickly, and then went outside the police station to wait for Prince Hao.

At 11 o’clock, Prince Hao arrived with four colleagues—all familiar faces.

They were the same group Captain Cui had sent with me last time to handle Zhang Shancai’s daughter’s case.

“Nice to see you again.”

They greeted me warmly, and I gave a slight smile. “Honestly, I wish I didn’t have to see you all.”

Everyone laughed, agreeing.

Prince Hao sighed. “Actually, I’m the one who least wants to see you. Seeing you means things are far more complicated than any case we have.”

He looked at me and added, “One thing, no money this time.”

I laughed heartily and told them not to worry about the costs; someone had already taken care of it—naturally, that was Song Baoguo.

The six of us rode in two cars. Prince Hao first took us to the hospital to bring Xiaobei out.

Though Xiaobei’s hands were bandaged and immobilized, he still sat next to me, shackled hand and foot.

His mouth had just been stitched up, so he couldn’t speak, only glaring at me with wide, furious eyes.

I glanced at him thoughtfully, then slapped his face hard. “Look at me again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out.”

All the way there, I didn’t hold back slapping Xiaobei every time he made a move.

By the time we arrived, his face was swollen like a pig’s head, and I wasn’t sure if the stitches on his mouth had been torn apart.

We parked, turned off the engine, and I dragged Xiaobei out of the car.

Prince Hao and his team donned bulletproof vests and checked their firearms.

Prince Hao looked at me. “Jiang Huai, just like last time, you give the orders. What do we do?”

I grinned widely, confident and unyielding. “Alright, this time it’s simple. Wait for me in the car.”

“What?” Prince Hao looked at me incredulously. “We came to help you…”

I shook my head. “This isn’t like before. I don’t know who or what kind of power we’re dealing with. If you rush in with me, something could go wrong.”

I paused, then continued, “Although I work in funeral services, I don’t want to see any of you at a funeral.”

“Wait in the car. If anything happens or I need you, I’ll call out loudly.”

My words left no room for argument. After nodding at Prince Hao and the others, I turned on my phone’s camera and, pulling Xiaobei along, walked toward the dark Baolian Temple.