Free Web NovelChapter 376: He met with someone in M City
Fu Jing Rong stopped walking.
For a second, everything around him seemed to fall silent.
"How far is that from our current position?" he demanded.
There was a brief pause as the officer calculated. "Approximately fifty kilometers."
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Fu Jing Rong’s gaze swept over the endless stretch of dark trees surrounding them. Silian Forest was enormous—far larger than it appeared on maps. If the sedan had exited from the eastern side while they were combing the central region, it meant the kidnappers had been operating on a completely different axis.
And with terrain this dense, moving fifty kilometers through forest roads would take far too long.
If they continued like this, they would never catch up.
He made the decision instantly.
"Acknowledged," he said and ended the call.
He dialed another number without hesitation.
"Alex," he said the moment the line connected. "Deploy the chopper. Track the black sedan heading north toward City B. I want live updates."
Alex, commander of his private helicopter unit, responded immediately. "Understood. We’re lifting off now."
Within minutes, the distant roar of rotating blades began to build in the night sky.
Almost simultaneously, his phone rang again—the traffic commander.
"Our department is also deploying an aerial unit," the officer said quickly. "We’ll track the vehicle from above and coordinate interception points. We’ll attempt to apprehend the suspects connected to this kidnapping."
"Keep me informed of every movement," Fu Jing Rong replied sharply.
He ended the call and stood still for a moment, staring into the darkness of the forest.
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Then what about Hua Jing?
A cold dread began creeping into his veins.
What if the car was merely a diversion?
Before he could fully follow that line of thought, his phone rang again.
This time, it was the tech specialist he had tasked with digging into Mao Li’s recent activities.
"You won’t believe this," the man said without preamble, his voice tight.
Fu Jing Rong’s eyes narrowed. "Speak."
"I’ve been cross-referencing Mao Li’s meetings from the past few days. Private venues. Encrypted communications. Guess who he met with in City M."
A beat of silence.
"Who?" Fu Jing Rong asked, though something dark was already forming in his mind.
"It appears he met with the daughter of the Hua family."
The man hesitated slightly before finishing.
"Hua Ling."
The name hit like a spark in dry tinder.
Everything aligned with terrifying clarity.
The footage of Hua Jing speaking briefly to Mao Li before entering the restroom.
Mao Li’s sudden decision to liquidate assets and flee to Norway.
The calculated use of Silian Forest.
Hua Ling’s motive.
Fu Jing Rong’s grip tightened around his phone until his knuckles turned white.
So it was her.
It was no longer a question of dislike. Hua Ling did not simply resent Hua Jing—she loathed her with a depth that bordered on obsession. Fu Jing Rong had known that from the very beginning.
When he had returned to this world and begun retracing the twisted threads of fate, one of the first horrifying discoveries he made was that Hua Ling had once pulled Hua Jing off life support and secretly transferred her to a secluded house in the woods. If he had arrived even a few minutes later that day, he did not know what he would have walked into. That memory had haunted him for months.
But this—this was different.
This was premeditated execution.
As Fu Jing Rong stood among the towering trees of Silian Forest, the pieces locked into place with brutal clarity. The sedan had exited the forest fifty kilometers to the east. If Hua Ling had left in that vehicle, and the car was now speeding toward City B, then she had not taken Hua Jing with her.
Which meant only one thing.
Hua Jing was still somewhere inside this forest.
Buried in darkness. Hidden. Abandoned.
Silian Forest was also home to wild animals and if she had been left outside maybe tied or something then he could not even conjure what will happen then.
His heart started to shake secretly.
He was not a man of many emotions but right now he had foregone this persona of his under the desperation was starting to cling like a shadow that refused to go away in no matter what!
The realization clawed at his lungs until breathing felt like inhaling shards of glass. He forced himself to think logically, but desperation pressed in from all sides. Fifty kilometers in a forest this vast was not a simple distance; it was an ocean of trees, ravines, and concealed clearings. If Hua Ling had chosen her location carefully, it could take hours—days—to locate it.
And Hua Jing did not have days.
Meanwhile, on the national highway heading north, Hua Ling leaned back in the rear seat of the black sedan, her head tipped slightly as hysterical laughter spilled from her lips. Mud stained her boots and the hem of her black trousers, evidence of the forest floor she had so recently stood upon. The men seated around her exchanged uneasy glances. They had signed up for money, for loyalty, perhaps even for violence—but not for the unhinged delight radiating from the woman beside them.
There was something disturbingly satisfied in her eyes, something that had not been there for a long time. The last time such twisted fulfillment had taken root within her was after that accident more than a year ago—the incident that had reshaped everything and fueled her obsession with reclaiming what she believed was hers.
Now, she believed she had succeeded.
Hua Jing was gone.
Buried where no one would think to look.
And even if someone miraculously found the grave, it would be too late. Time and soil would do their work. There would be nothing left but bones.
In Hua Ling’s mind, this was victory.
"There can only be one," she muttered under her breath, her fingers tightening against the leather seat. "And it will always be me."
But fate had other plans.
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