29 Soul Jar (I)

Between the crisscrossing overpasses stood blocks of high-rise buildings.

There was an endless stream of traffic. Huamao Building was like a giant standing in the core of Green River City's business district.

Wang Zhan stood at the French window. His fingers caressed the smooth desktop and his tone was pleased. "A full set of high-grade Italian office furniture, open office space design, an artificial three-dimensional vertical garden wall with German planting technology, and Israel imported a fully-automatic drip irrigation system. It's elegant, healthy, and environmentally friendly."

He raised his hand again and knocked on the French window. "Bulletproof glass that has been specially toughened, fireproofed, and heat-insulated. There's no need to worry even against a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle."

After giving a general introduction to the office, Wang Zhan looked at Mu Rongcheng with a face that had 'go on, praise me' written all over it.

Mu Rongcheng walked over to the window and looked down at the city with a cool and indifferent expression.

"Has Old Ghost Huang been found?" He asked.

The smile on Wang Zhan's face froze instantly.

Old Ghost Huang again!

What he feared most came to fruition. He could finish everything impeccably, but that Old Ghost Huang left a stain on him and caused him to appear incompetent.

"No…" Wang Zhan lowered his head.

"Boss Jia works with these kinds of people all the time. He should know more capable people other than Old Ghost Huang." Mu Rongcheng's deep black eyes stared at the distant scenery. His low voice was slightly cold. "Tell him that I need people urgently. It's fine even if they're not as reputable as Old Ghost Huang."

Wang Zhan's spirits lifted as he asked, "Master, did something happen to Xu Shihan's body?"

'Darling, we won't talk about the amount of money spent on that body. We spent our blood and sweat as well. Please don't be faulty!'

Mu Rongcheng frowned slightly and said, "Xu Shihan is fine, but I suspect that the ritual failed, and the soul entered the wrong soul jar."

Wang Zhan widened his eyes and asked cautiously, "Master, how sure are you?"

Mu Rongcheng hesitated for a moment. "Seventy to eighty percent."

Seventy to eighty percent. In other words, he was almost certain.

Wang Zhan's face was a little pale. "If anybody could be used as a soul jar, why did we have to go through so much trouble then? Old Ghost Huang wouldn't have set so many requirements either. As the saying goes, if the lid doesn't match the pot, you'll only have problems if you try to force it on."

Mu Rongcheng's eyes grew gloomy. He was worried about what Wang Zhan had said.

"Master, don't worry. I'll get people from Boss Jia now." Wang Zhan respectfully accepted the order. "Unless Old Ghost Huang ran out of the country, I'll find him even if I have to dig underground!"

He had just finished speaking when Mu Rongcheng's cell phone rang.

It was Bai Wei who called.

Wang Zhan glanced over and immediately fell silent.

Mu Rongcheng answered the call. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Rongcheng, where are you? Come back quickly. Mu Ling is insisting that Zizi caused her mouth injury and wants your eldest brother to deliver justice for her. I'm really worried that they'll bully Zizi again…" Bai Wei's voice sounded urgent and panicky, revealing her helplessness.

Mu Rongcheng's expression became cold. "I'm coming back now."

He hung up the phone and walked out. Wang Zhan hurried after him. "...Master? We haven't…"'finished viewing the office'.

"My younger sister is in trouble. I'll leave the company affairs here to you."

Mu Rongcheng tossed this statement and stepped into the elevator.

Wang Zhan stood outside the elevator door for a long time without reacting.

'Since when did Master have a younger sister? Why haven't I heard of it before?'

…

On the other side, Bai Wei put down her phone and turned to hold Mu Zi's hand tightly. "Zizi, don't be scared! Your brother will be back soon!"

"..." Mu Zi silently rolled her eyes.

She felt like Bai Wei was really overreacting. Was this not just a little spat between children?

At most, she would just get scolded… Besides, it was not necessarily her that would be scolded.