Chapter 114: Foreseeing the Future

"Heh... hehehe..." Zhang Tianyuan suppressed the urge to shoot him and forced a smile. "Mr. Zhang, what kind of business are you currently in?"

"Uh... unemployed, just tinkering with little inventions here and there." Knowing it was pointless to lie to the National Security Bureau, Zhang Xiaofan told the truth.

"What was your major in college?" Zhang Tianyuan continued to ask.

"I didn't go to college. I attended Lanxiang Technical School."

"..."

After a thorough investigation, Zhang Tianyuan confirmed that Zhang Xiaofan indeed had no issues, though he was somewhat despicable, shameless, and lowbrow... He even managed to use the prince for advertising. Yet, Zhang Tianyuan couldn't deny that Zhang Xiaofan was an expert at self-promotion. If such a person couldn't make money, it would indeed be unfair.

"Alright." Zhang Tianyuan, holding Zhang Xiaofan's ID card, connected with the national household registration system via a scanner. Finding no issues with the ID, he returned it to Zhang Xiaofan. "Mr. Zhang, I believe you can meet the prince."

"Really!?" Zhang Xiaofan's face turned bright red with excitement. "Director Zhang, when can I meet the prince? Actually, I've also invented an ultra-thin condom. It feels just like wearing nothing, incredibly pleasurable, yet safe and effective. If the prince uses it..."

A gun was pressed against his forehead, and Zhang Xiaofan immediately knelt.

Prince's Palace.

"So, no issues?" Long Zongheng smiled upon receiving the call from Zhang Tianyuan, learning that Zhang Xiaofan's identity was clean. "Good, have him come to the Prince's Hall at 11 a.m. tomorrow. Remember to bring the reporters; I want to have lunch with him."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Tianyuan smiled at Zhang Xiaofan. "Congratulations, Mr. Zhang. The prince will meet you at the Prince's Hall at 11 a.m. tomorrow and will have lunch with you."

"R-really?" Zhang Xiaofan, still with a gun to his head, trembled with excitement and fear. "B-brother, can you put the gun away? I'm scared."

The burly man looked at Zhang Tianyuan, who nodded. The man snorted and holstered his gun. "Next time you talk nonsense, watch your head."

"Yes... yes, I won't dare again." With the gun removed, Zhang Xiaofan wiped his cold sweat.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang, don't be afraid. We were just kidding. The gun wasn't loaded." Zhang Tianyuan laughed and comforted him.

To prove his point, the burly man opened the magazine, showing it was indeed empty.

"Phew..." Zhang Xiaofan breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped his sweat. "You should've said so earlier! Scared me so much I almost wet myself."

"..."

"Director Zhang, how do I get to the Prince's Hall tomorrow?" Zhang Xiaofan asked.

Zhang Tianyuan chuckled. "Mr. Zhang, just wait at the hotel. We will arrange everything."

"Alright, I'll stay in the hotel and go nowhere. I'll even eat in my room," Zhang Xiaofan promised hastily.

"..."

After Zhang Tianyuan and his men left, Zhang Xiaofan's flattering smile faded, replaced by an icy gaze. "Long Zongheng, tomorrow is your death day!"

There was no doubt that Zhang Xiaofan was Li Nianlong.

Li Nianlong had flown into Longcheng the previous night using the current ID, which had no flaws. In Erlonggang, Lianhua Town, Guanzhong, the Liu family had secretly established an orphanage thirty years ago, with hundreds of their descendants residing there, fully supporting Zhang Xiaofan's identity.

As for Zhang Xiaofan's somewhat despicable and shameless personality, it was a character crafted by Li Nianlong himself.

He had to thank his university girlfriend who was part of the drama club. She had taught him many acting skills, and Li Nianlong seemed to have a natural talent for acting, playing any role flawlessly. Even Zhang Tianyuan, a veteran of thirty years, couldn't detect any issues, proving Li Nianlong's skill.

Before coming, Li Nianlong had already devised a plan to kill Long Zongheng. Anguo Gate Plaza was a place of global attention, and any disturbance there would surely attract the Long family's notice. Li Nianlong exploited this by wearing the golden armor and sword, creating a spectacular cosplay display, drawing media attention as planned.

Using the impressive appearance of the golden armor and sword to attract attention, he managed to get interviewed by journalists, during which he expressed his desire to meet Long Zongheng. As the newly appointed prince, Long Zongheng wouldn't miss such a chance to showcase his approachable image.

However, a commoner wanting to meet the prince would naturally face numerous obstacles. The arrival of the National Security Bureau was also part of Li Nianlong's prediction. Having prepared in advance and anticipated all possible scenarios, Li Nianlong devised ways to deal with each, successfully passing the National Security Bureau's identity verification.

Everything went according to Li Nianlong's plan, and it was all a success. At this moment, Li Nianlong felt as if fate was on his side. Standing by the window, his eyes burned with the flames of revenge. "Long Zongheng, I will make you pay with your blood!"

The next day arrived quickly. Li Nianlong, who had been waiting in the hotel, finally saw the people who would take him to the Prince's Hall. Moreover, reporters from China Central Television were also present, including a familiar face.

"Hello, Saint Fighter, we meet again," the female reporter greeted with a smile.

Li Nianlong, dressed in golden armor and holding the golden sword, smiled back. "Hello, what a coincidence!"

"Haha, thanks to yesterday's interview being mine, the director thought I was familiar with you and gave me this assignment. Saint Fighter, you really are my lucky star," the female reporter beamed, making Li Nianlong genuinely happy for her. After all, today would be a momentous event—the assassination of the Chinese prince. As an eyewitness reporter, her future status would surely rise.

"Then you owe me a meal."

"No problem!" The reporter giggled, and both she and Li Nianlong got into the government-arranged car. Since the event needed full documentation, she was allowed to interview Li Nianlong throughout. "Saint Fighter, what do you like to eat? Once I get promoted, I'll treat you to a feast."

"I'm not picky, just ten roast ducks will do," Li Nianlong licked his lips. "Is that alright?"

"Well..." The reporter wiped sweat off her forehead. "Roast duck isn't much, but isn't ten a bit excessive?"

Seeing the reporter's flustered expression, Li Nianlong laughed. "I'm joking! Did you really believe that?"

The reporter's face darkened, and she waved a small fist. "How dare you trick me!"

"Just kidding, just kidding." Li Nianlong laughed, calming the reporter down. "By the way, you're so young and already a reporter for CCTV. That's impressive. I remember their youngest reporters are usually over thirty."

"That's for those sitting in the news studio. I'm just an outdoor reporter. There are many younger than me," she explained.

"Oh? Still, it's impressive. After all, it's CCTV, the national voice."

"Indeed, so I have to work hard and aim to become a major program host in the future. Then I'll be truly successful," she said, full of dreams.

Seeing the young reporter's ambitions, Li Nianlong smiled. "Keep it up, you'll make it."

"Mm, thank you." She was very happy. "Saint Fighter, you're such a nice person."

"Uh... Do you have any conscience, giving a 'nice guy card' to a thirty-year-old bachelor?" Li Nianlong felt hurt.

"Pfft..." The reporter quickly covered her mouth, still laughing with her eyes. "Saint Fighter, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were single. I thought a handsome guy like you would have ten or eight beauties around."

"Thank you..." Li Nianlong was moved to tears. "You're the first girl to call me handsome."

"..."

The convoy slowly entered the palace. Representing the dignity of the Chinese royal family, the palace's grandeur was awe-inspiring, yet its scenery was also breathtakingly beautiful. As soon as they entered, the reporter was captivated by the view. "It's so beautiful!"

For an ordinary person, the palace was indeed mysterious. No matter how wealthy one was, they couldn't casually enter and exit the palace, which had become a sacred place in the hearts of the Chinese people. The reporter's excitement at entering for the first time was palpable.

Li Nianlong's mood also grew tense as the moment of meeting Long Zongheng approached. Success or failure would be decided now!

Before entering the Prince's Hall, Li Nianlong and his companions underwent the strictest security checks. Especially his golden armor and sword, which were completely disassembled for inspection. Only after confirming no issues were they allowed to reassemble them. This process irritated Li Nianlong: Long Zongheng, I'll let you live a little longer.

After the checks, Li Nianlong and the group were led by bodyguards to the Prince's Hall.

The palace was immense. Even by electric vehicle, it took five minutes to reach the hall. Once there, the reporters set up their cameras to capture the upcoming moments.

Led by the bodyguards, Li Nianlong stood before the cameras, walking towards the Prince's Hall. As the distance closed, Li Nianlong's heartbeat quickened, and his palms grew sweaty. To others, this reaction seemed perfectly normal, but only Li Nianlong knew that his nerves were due to the impending act of revenge.

Finally, he entered the Prince's Hall. In the outer hall, he saw a man, also tall and in his early thirties, with a friendly smile on his face—it was Long Zongheng.

Long Zongheng, I've finally found you! Uncle Guan, just wait—I'm about to avenge you.