Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

3:15 am, Nandu Airport.

Sitting in the VIP room was a short, middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing an old-style Chinese tunic suit.

He put the hands-free mobile phone on the table and silently looked at the call interface of the chat software.

About 20 seconds later, he stood up and quickly ordered the man in black beside him: "Let them all take off."

The man in black picked up the walkie-talkie and repeated it, then looked at Chu Jichuan with a puzzled look on his face: "Mr. Chu, what about us?"

Chu Jichuan's face was a little solemn, and he looked at the phone screen that showed no response from the other party, and his tone was sighing.

"Let's go to the port."

He wore a mask and walked out of the airport with the man in black. He stopped a taxi on the street aimlessly and asked the taxi to park in a town close to the port.

After paying in cash, the man in black quickly followed Chu Jichuan's footsteps, with extremely incomprehensible panic in his eyes.

He didn't understand why this man who had been strategizing for decades would become so cautious because of one person.

"Mr. Chu, is it really necessary to do this?"

The man in black looked at Chu Jichuan, who was just walking with his head buried in his head, and followed him step by step for half a minute, but couldn't help but ask.

"In 15 minutes, or maybe less, four Anjin masters and eight gunmen died cleanly." Chu Jichuan's voice was dry, "Even the third master couldn't do it."

"With the ban on warriors, how dare he really take action openly?" The man in black still didn't believe that there were warriors who would attack ordinary people regardless of the ban.

Tonight's Anjin warriors and gunmen attacked and killed each other. The other party was killing people out of self-protection, and Grandmaster Huajin would most likely not care.

But as Chu Jichuan is the boss of Jingchuan Group, once he is killed, the authorities and the Chu family will definitely investigate to the end.

"Martial artist ban?" A wry smile appeared on Chu Jichuan's face. He had not had this expression for many years.

"If this Jiang Ran had a family, children, and many ties, Tian Qi would not have died from the beginning."

"He dared to kill Tianqi, and he did it flawlessly, leaving no evidence at all, and yet he dared to kill me regardless of anything!"

Chu Jichuan has no doubt about this.

Even though he knew there was an ambush, Jiang Ran still went to the 28th floor of Jingchuan Building without hesitation, which is the best evidence.

"And he has a close relationship with that old dog Qi Jingshan, so he might be protected by the other party."

When Qi Jingshan was mentioned, Chu Jichuan also gritted his teeth.

"I fell into Jiang Ran's hands. Do you think Xie Heng will work hard to investigate?"

"He wants me to die!"

"The old lady of the Xie family is still here, and the Chu family can't put pressure on her. Maybe even my death will be classified as an accident."

"I may even assist Jiang Ran in investigating my whereabouts, so I have to leave Nandu."

No matter how stupid the man in black was, he understood that what Chu Jichuan was afraid of was not warriors, but warriors like Jiang Ran, who were extremely powerful and did not consider any consequences at all.

"When we leave Nandu, do we want to let Jiang Ran go?" According to the man in black, it is safest to hide in Nandu and plot secretly.

"Let him go?" There was grief in Chu Jichuan's eyes, and he was also determined to burn the boat. "Of course I won't let him go. I left Nandu to prepare for killing him."

Chu Jichuan knew that from the moment Jiang Ran stepped onto the 28th floor of Jingchuan Building, there was no possibility of reconciliation between the two.

"Mr. Chu, it's just the two of us..." The man in black looked at Chu Jichuan's back, which was still upright but gave people the illusion of being rickety, and pursed his lips.

What he actually wanted to say was, could it be possible for the two of them to draw circles and curse each other?

The Jingchuan system is all based in Nandu. Without Nandu, it will only be more difficult to deal with Jiang Ran.

"I know what you want to say." Chu Jichuan twitched his lips and showed an ugly smile, "I still have 170 billion net assets overseas, and this money has nothing to do with Jingchuan Group."

"With this money, let's find a helper."

The man in black didn't have much emotion after hearing the 170 billion. His life was given by Chu Jichuan, so naturally he wouldn't have any second thoughts, but he still asked the last question.

"You said that the third master is no match for Jiang Ran, so you are not afraid that he will get angry and attack your parents directly?"

"He won't." Chu Jichuan smiled confidently and said firmly.

……

Jiang Ran retracted his gaze from the window and picked up a mobile phone in a pool of blood.

The phone was not locked. When he opened it, he was directly exposed to the interface of the chat software, and there was a voice call every 15 minutes.

Clicking on the other person's profile picture, I found that it was an ordinary-looking girl. No need to analyze, this must be the account of an unknown passerby.

The last recorded call was at 3 a.m., and it happened to be 3 a.m. when he smashed the glass wall. He had been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for about 2 minutes, and it was now 3:04.

Where will Chu Jichuan be?Jiang Ran's eyes were deep and he put himself into the other person's situation.

"Airport, port, or station," he murmured.

Because if it were him, he would not continue to stay in Nandu.

At this time, the other party is most likely still in Nandu. He calls every 15 minutes, firstly to wait for the result, and secondly to confirm his strength.

If he failed in Jingchuan Building, Chu Jichuan would immediately return here and open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

On the contrary, the other party must be thousands of miles away.

Jiang Ran had already expected that he would leave Nandu after the next phone call.

"Chu family." As soon as the thought came to Jiang Ran's mind, he quickly dismissed it.

After learning that he had killed four An Jin and eight gunmen in a row, there was no way Chu Jichuan could return to the Chu family.

Tonight, we may not be able to catch this old fox.

He thought for a moment, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed Yan Chuan's number.

After six or seven rings, a sleepy voice came from inside, but it soon became sober.

"Mr. Jiang??" Yan Chuangang shouted, but his voice immediately became serious, "But what do you need help from the Yan family?"

He knew that Jiang Ran would not disturb him by calling him for no reason at this time.

"Please help me check whether there are any traffic records of Chu Jichuan at Nandu Airport, stations and ports between 3 a.m. and 3:[-] a.m.? Or, in other words, are there any special circumstances?"

Jiang Ran's tone was calm and there was no big fluctuation. The possibility of Chu Jichuan leaving such an obvious flaw was extremely slim.

"Chu Jichuan..." Yan Chuan lowered his voice, "Have you provoked the Qingyun Chu family?"

"It has nothing to do with the Qingyun Chu family, it's just a personal grudge with Chu Jichuan." Jiang Ran's eyes fell on the wall behind the desk. There was a letter hanging on it, which was a letter of kindness and deeds.

"Is there any possibility of mediation?" Yan Chuan asked one more question, "If my father comes forward, the Qingyun Chu family should be a little less generous."

"Chu Jichuan has run away." Jiang Ran did not answer directly, but reminded him in disguise.

"I understand." Although Yan Chuan restrained himself, his voice still fluctuated.

"One more thing, he found four dark warriors from nowhere to deal with me. You try to find someone to inquire and see if you can catch him through this method."

When Jiang Ran said this, the topic changed.

"Check Chu Jichuan's whereabouts first, and notify me as soon as possible if there is any news."

He hung up the phone and picked up a piece of paper from a pool of blood. There were neat pen writing on it. Although it was soaked in blood, it could still be clearly read.