One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

The next day.

Huanan Nadutong Express Company.

At 10 a.m., Jiang Bailan, who had just arrived at the company, saw two very familiar figures in the office. One was a young man with a pointed face and a monkey-like appearance, who did not look like a good person at all.

There was also a silly-looking woman who was secretly scratching her butt.

After looking around carefully, and then walking backwards to make sure she wasn't half asleep and hadn't flown back to work in North China, Jiang Bailan exclaimed with a look of astonishment, "Zhang Chulan! Feng Baobao! How did you two troublemakers end up in my South China?!"

"Brother Lan, look at what you're saying. It's not that Chairman Zhao was worried you didn't have anyone you could rely on, so he specially asked me and Sister Bao'er to lend you a hand."

"Just like it."

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's answer, Feng Baobao nodded repeatedly.

"Alright, we have enough manpower in South China. You guys should go back to North China to help Fourth Brother!" Jiang Bailan said. He had already left North China, so why were these two still sticking to him?

He couldn't let these two guys ruin the empire he had just built.

"It's late. Xu San has already assigned us work. Jiang Bailan, I must become the company's top mediator. If there's nothing else, I'm going to work."

Seeing Feng Baobao's eagerness to get started, Jiang Bailan's face darkened.

If this person becomes a top mediator, who knows how many innocent people in South China will suffer...

"Sigh! Never mind, Bao'er, you go ahead, just remember to go easy on her."

After giving Feng Baobao a word of advice, Jiang Bailan gestured for the two of them to get lost so as not to spoil his good mood.

After Feng Baobao left, Zhang Chulan said, "Brother Lan, have you forgotten something?"

"whats the matter?"

Jiang Bailan said he is very busy every day. Guangzhou is such a big city, and there are many delicious foods and cultural landscapes waiting for him to taste and experience. How could he know what he might have forgotten?

"That... about the torture that happened to the upper body."

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's words, Jiang Bailan, who had been enjoying a comfortable period of time, suddenly remembered the plan he had previously proposed to "bring the horse out of the pen".

Is the company ready?

"Yes, everything is ready. The pictures have been distributed through the media. The location is a bunker near the capital."

"Ready?" Hearing Zhang Chulan's words, Jiang Bailan thought to herself that the company really cared about Ma Xianhong, and then nodded and said, "Then let's go!"

Jiang Bailan went out to look for Feng Baobao, but couldn't find her anywhere. When she finally found her, Feng Baobao was in the underground interrogation room, whipping someone with a baton.

While hitting him, they kept asking, "Are you going to talk or not? Are you going to talk or not?!"

-

After a while.

The three boarded a plane and embarked on the road to the bunker, along with other temporary workers.

On the plane, Jiang Bailan took Zhang Chulan's phone and looked at the pictures of Shang Genqi being tortured. She had to admit that the company really put on a convincing act to trick Ma Xianhong into coming out.

Qiu Rang, in particular, was bound hand and foot, and even his mouth was covered with protective gear.

"Brother Lan, this is true..."

"Hmm?" Hearing Zhang Chulan's words, Jiang Bailan glanced at the picture of the enemy again. "Is this real?"

"Yes, it seems that Qiu Rang has been refusing to cooperate with the company because he thought Ma Xianhong was dead. In order to prevent him from committing suicide, they are keeping a close watch on him."

Jiang Bailan: "..."

After looking at the pictures, Jiang Bailan started watching the video.

After a few minutes, Jiang Bailan couldn't tell how badly Shang Genqi was treated, but the words between the lines were filled with five big characters.

Old horse! Quick! Take the bait!

This is just bullying an idiot!

Who in their right mind would fall for this kind of scam?

Oh! It's Old Ma! Then this is definitely going to be a sure thing!

Just as the news began to spread at an alarming rate, Qu Tong was feeding his good younger brother medicine at a certain stronghold of the Yaoxing Society.

After taking a small red pill, Ma Xianhong reacted as if he had eaten a mushroom, kicking his legs and immediately lying flat on the floor.

According to Qu Tong's plan, this pill would put Ma Xianhong into a coma for a week, which would allow him to avoid the so-called day of punishment.

Qu Tong did this for Ma Xianhong's own good.

She was told that the plan was proposed by Jiang Bailan, and if Ma Xianhong went, he would definitely die.

-

Half a day later.

When Jiang Bailan and his two companions arrived at the abandoned bunker deep in the mountains, the other temporary workers had already lit a bonfire in the open space and were roasting a few wild rabbits they had hunted.

"Hey! Isn't this our newly appointed head of the South China region, Special Envoy Jiang? I heard the South China region is quite lively these days."

When Jiang Bailan and the other two walked in, Wang Zhenqiu, who was squatting on the ground idly roasting a wild rabbit, immediately showed an extremely enthusiastic smile and took the initiative to greet them.

As a scourge of Southwest China, Wang Zhenqiu is well aware of what has been happening in South China these past few days.

Thinking about the South China region, where the company and the extraordinary people were all getting along well, Wang Zhenqiu, who was bored out of his mind in the Southwest, was really itching to join in...

Fun!

That was all a lot of fun!

"What did you say?"

Jiang Bailan snatched the juicy wild rabbit from Wang Zhenqiu's hand, shooed him aside, and started roasting it herself without a care in the world.

Even after the rabbit was stolen, Wang Zhenqiu wasn't angry. Instead, he approached the other party again and said, "Special Envoy Jiang, let's talk about something. How about we borrow me to South China for a few days?"

"Okay, the secondment fee is 100 million."

Upon hearing the amount of 100 million, Wang Zhenqiu paused for a moment, then said, "I'm just going over there to have some fun, you don't need to pay me."

Jiang Bailan: "..."

Zhang Chulan: "..."

“I meant you give me a million…” Ignoring Wang Zhenqiu, Jiang Bailan took out barbecue seasoning from her food pouch and sprinkled a layer on the surface of the wild rabbit.

Wang Zhenqiu: "...Is this what they call paying to work?"

"Special Envoy Jiang... how is Chen Duo now?" Old Meng pushed up his glasses and asked with an embarrassed expression.

Upon hearing this question, almost everyone present was quite curious.

When they were in Biyou Village, Jiang Bailan took Chen Duo away. They only knew that she was not dead, and they were unaware of any further developments.

"Oh, Chen Duo, he's become an ordinary person now, and he's making 'big money' with Fu Rong!"

Jiang Bailan tore off a rabbit leg and put it in her mouth, casually replying.

At the same time, he also began to worry. With Chen Duo's pure and innocent mind, and her daily interactions with the mediators, would anyone develop violent tendencies in the future?

Thinking about this, Jiang Bailan felt that she should change the other party's position when she got back.

Time passes day by day.

The day after the execution, while Zhang Chulan and the others were still waiting anxiously, Ma Xianhong, who was lying on a plank somewhere far away, had already woken up...

(This book has reached 40 words now, and the data is getting worse and worse. Could you all please tell me what the problem is?)

(This part about capturing Old Ma in the secret fortress will probably be finished in one or two chapters. If nothing unexpected happens, the next part of the plot will be about Jiang Bailan sweeping through the Quanxing Sect, and then it will probably be about fighting the Japanese. After all, there's not much to write about the Tang Clan later on.)

And then, goodnight, godfathers and godmothers. Please give me some money since I'm still writing at 10 pm, I'm starving!