Two days later, at the Liuyang City train station in Lingzhou Prefecture.
A black freight train slowly pulled into the station. Jiang Yan opened the door of one of the carriages and jumped out from inside the carriage, which was full of drinks and snacks.
Before anyone could investigate this area, he took a running start, easily scaled the wall, and ran out.
After climbing over the wall, Jiang Yan walked directly towards the city. A plan gradually formed in his mind.
"But first, I need to find a place to shower and change," Jiang Yan said, wrinkling his brows as he sniffed himself.
After two days in the carriage, coupled with the hot weather, he felt like he was fermenting.
Three hours later, in an alley in the city center.
Jiang Yan wore a 'borrowed' black suit, his hair combed back into a slicked-back style, and large sunglasses that covered half his face.
Holding a newly purchased unregistered phone card and phone, Jiang Yan checked his wanted poster online.
Soon, he found his photo on the Nanwu Country Inspector Network.
S-Class Wanted Order
Criminal: Jiang Yan
Age: 23
Information: A native of Haizhou HQ City, committed a major crime in the Song family on June 11, 1760, killing 8 people!
Remarks: This criminal is extremely dangerous and possesses an antisocial personality. If encountered, please call the Inspector hotline immediately to report clues. A reward of one million blue star coins will be provided if confirmed.
Seeing this information, Jiang Yan's anger, which had just subsided, immediately flared up again.
A vein pulsed on his forehead, but he suppressed it.
He then took out his phone and started checking local news, quickly finding a trending local story.
[Liuyang City's richest man, Mr. An Conghao, has donated fifty million blue star coins to Liuyang University in this city to help the school better cultivate a new generation of talent!]
Jiang Yan merely glanced at it, then immediately took out his phone to search for more information, finding it instantly.
'An Conghao, a real estate tycoon in Liuyang City. In addition to his real estate company, he also owns hotels and shopping malls across the entire prefecture, with total assets exceeding 20 billion blue star coins.'
Jiang Yan took a look and found the address of his company in this information: Haoyang Real Estate in Chengnan!
...In the afternoon, the Haoyang Real Estate headquarters in Chengnan was a 30-story building.
On the top floor, the entire floor was the boss's office.
An Conghao, sitting in the boss's chair, was a slightly plump middle-aged man in his fifties with a buzz cut and a well-tailored suit.
"Boss, are you going to buy me a handbag?" a female secretary next to him asked coquettishly, grabbing his shoulder.
An Conghao laughed, "Alright, alright, Xiao Tao. Later, I'll have someone send you a new Witt bag."
"Thank you, Boss, I love you to death!" Xiao Tao's eyes lit up immediately. Witt bags cost four to five hundred thousand each and are famous luxury items.
"But Boss, I also want the latest perfume," Xiao Tao continued to act spoiled... At the same time, in the lobby downstairs.
Jiang Yan approached the receptionist with a cold expression: "Is your boss in?"
As he spoke, he looked around the front desk and quickly spotted the elevator card placed on the counter.
The receptionist looked at the somewhat strange man in sunglasses and said, "Sir, do you have an appointment? If not, you cannot see our boss..."
Buzz! Before she could finish speaking, a special wave swept over, and her body suddenly became immobile. She could only watch in horror as the man in front of her reached out and took her elevator card.
Jiang Yan took the elevator card and turned to walk towards the elevator. This was a use for the Ghost Buddha that he had recently discovered.
By releasing a slight trace of the Ghost Buddha's mental power, he could directly control ordinary people with weak willpower.
If the opponent's strength was great, he would need the Ghost Scripture to control them.
Many staff members walked past Jiang Yan, but no one noticed anything unusual about him.
He successfully entered the elevator and pressed the button for the thirtieth floor.
Ding! A moment later, the elevator opened on the thirtieth floor, revealing a magnificent, golden corridor before Jiang Yan.
At the end of the corridor was a large door made of sandalwood, and on both sides of the corridor stood eight strong Bodyguards.
"As expected of the richest man, quite the display of power," Jiang Yan said, stepping out of the elevator and calmly looking at the Bodyguards.
The Bodyguard captain, Han Qi, saw that Jiang Yan was a stranger and had not been escorted up by the front desk or management. His face immediately showed vigilance, and he blocked Jiang Yan, saying sternly, "Who are you? How did you get up here!"
The other Bodyguards around him gathered, looking at Jiang Yan with unfriendly eyes. If he couldn't answer, they would immediately apprehend him.
The 1.9-meter tall Han Qi's muscles bulged under his black suit, and with the fleshy face and fierce eyes, he exuded a strong sense of intimidation.
Across from him, Jiang Yan's 1.85-meter height and somewhat slender build made it hard for the other Bodyguards not to believe that their captain could punch him to death.
Jiang Yan surveyed the surrounding Bodyguards, his expression unchanged. He looked up at Han Qi: "Your voice is a bit too loud. I don't like it very much."
At these words, a vein popped on Han Qi's face, and he glared at Jiang Yan, roaring, "I think you're looking for death!"
With that, he threw a left punch. However, Jiang Yan was faster; his right fist shot out, striking Han Qi directly in the stomach.
'Without the corresponding muscles, how much power can a physique like yours generate?' Han Qi thought, looking at Jiang Yan's fist. Although the speed surprised him a little, he still disdained it internally.
Bang! The next moment, to the shocked gazes of the surrounding Bodyguards, the powerfully built Han Qi was sent flying four or five meters by a single punch, landing on the ground.
"Ah!" A few meters away, Han Qi's face was pale, and he clutched his stomach in pain, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating internal organ damage.
"You!" The surrounding Bodyguards, seeing this, were first as if they had seen a ghost. The next moment, they reached into their pockets for weapons and prepared to charge.
Buzz! A special wave swept over, and the remaining seven Bodyguards were instantly frozen in place.
Only Han Qi, clutching his stomach on the ground, remained. He looked at his subordinates, who were suddenly motionless, stuck in various poses and expressions.
Then he looked at Jiang Yan, who was calm and slowly taking off his sunglasses. A trace of fear finally appeared on his face: "You! Who exactly are you? What exactly is going on?!"
Jiang Yan looked at him coldly: "Lead the way. I want to see An Conghao. If I don't see him, I'll take your life!"
Han Qi was already terrified by this bizarre scene, and his mind couldn't help but conjure up a jumble of thoughts: 'Sorcery? Ability? Cultivation technique?'
After hearing Jiang Yan's cold, serious words, he endured the pain, stood up, and said, "I'll take you to him."
Han Qi fumbled around on himself, pulled out a key, and inserted it into the closed door.