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The Wild Doctor and the Fair Beauty

Chapter 78: Celestial Net Commander Zhao’s Identity
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Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Celestial Net Commander Zhao’s Identity

"So, you are the head of the Du Family, Du Jingsong?"

This devastatingly beautiful Celestial Net Commander Zhao was none other than Jiang Xinghai’s Senior Sister, Zhao Linglong!

She was in charge of Celestial Net, one of the three largest international assassin organizations!

She was also the nightmare of mercenaries and assassins around the world!

"Commander Zhao, I am indeed Du Jingsong."

Du Jingsong cupped his fists and made an inviting gesture. "I’ve prepared a light supper. Please, Commander Zhao and you two Guardians, take your seats."

Not far away, there was an artificial lake.

On the shore of the artificial lake was a floating bridge that led to the center of the lake.

A pavilion had been built there, already laden with a feast of delicacies.

Zhao Linglong walked forward impassively, the two women following closely behind her.

Du Jingsong was fourth in line, and as he walked, he said, "I am honored by your presence, Commander Zhao. Your visit to my humble abode has thrilled my entire clan."

"Speak. Which hero did you invite me here to intimidate?" Zhao Linglong sat down in the pavilion.

The two women beside her stood with their hands behind their backs, showing no intention of sitting down.

This made it awkward for Du Jingsong to sit, so he could only clasp his hands and say, "You’re too kind to concern yourself, Commander Zhao. Actually, I have yet to meet him. I was simply worried he might be too proud and arrogant to give my Du Family face, so I invited you to put him in his place."

"And where is he?" Zhao Linglong asked.

"He..."

Du Jingsong hesitated for a moment. "I must ask Commander Zhao to stay at my humble home for a few days. I will arrange for him to come as soon as possible."

"Three days. If he doesn’t show up by then, I won’t be staying."

Zhao Linglong waved her hand, and the two women beside her immediately sat down and began to eat and drink on their own.

She had originally been vacationing on Bali Island.

Not long ago, she had received a call from her Junior Brother, Jiang Xinghai, who hoped she could quickly investigate the old man in the black cloak.

As well as the identity of the burly man named Arhat, who took Jiang Xinghai’s parents away all those years ago.

She hadn’t found anything on the old man in the black cloak yet.

But she already had a lead on the man called "Arhat."

So, her reason for coming to Jizhou this time was solely to meet with Jiang Xinghai.

She had accepted Du Jingsong’s invitation only because he had found someone to ask on his behalf—a person Zhao Linglong could not refuse.

Otherwise, Zhao Linglong wouldn’t have given a Martial Arts Clan from Jizhou the time of day.

"Three days. I’ll get it done."

At that moment, Du Jingsong, who had been pondering for a long time, gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Then go handle it quickly. We don’t need you to accompany us while we eat." Zhao Linglong waved her hand dismissively.

’I came to Jizhou only to see Jiang Xinghai. The Du Family’s estate is pleasant enough, so staying here for three days is fine by me.’

Du Jingsong nodded repeatedly and left.

At the vast pavilion by the artificial lake, only Zhao Linglong and her two companions were left to enjoy the feast.

Outside, by the artificial lake, Du Jingsong looked toward the pavilion with a mortified expression, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Grandpa Zeng, she’s so arrogant! Why are you being so polite to her? Isn’t she just the boss of some assassin group?"

A young woman with dreadlocks, who was having her braids undone by a maid, asked disdainfully.

"Fangqing, don’t talk nonsense!"

Du Jingsong’s old face turned cold, and he motioned for everyone to walk with him.

Only after they were a hundred meters away did he shout in a cold voice, "Fangqing! That woman is Zhao Linglong. She trained under a master from Kunlun. At sixteen, she left the mountains to become an assassin. By nineteen, she was world-renowned. At twenty-one, she founded Celestial Net. She’s only twenty-five this year, but she has already built Celestial Net into one of the world’s top three assassin organizations. Now do you understand why I respect her so much?"

"Fangqing, she’s a figure that Jizhou means nothing to. Even the Martial Arts Clans in Central State, the Provincial City, or even the Imperial City have to show her the utmost respect," said Du Fangfei, who had been silent until now.

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"She’s so young, yet so terrifying?" Du Fangqing was utterly shocked.

She broke out in a cold sweat, completely terrified.

"Grandpa Zeng, who exactly is the person you have a connection with?" Du Fangfei suddenly asked tentatively. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"It’s better that you don’t know."

Du Jingsong’s old face darkened. "No one is to ask about this. That includes your fathers’ generation when they return. You must warn them for me—they are absolutely forbidden from inquiring about this matter. Absolutely!"

Du Fangfei and Du Fangqing had never seen Du Jingsong look so solemn, and they immediately nodded in agreement.

Not long after, the Du Family’s old butler rushed over. "Old Master, a man calling himself Jiang Xinghai is at the gate!"

"Jiang Xinghai is here?"

Hearing this, Du Jingsong was slightly stunned, then he raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Haha! Excellent, excellent, this is excellent!"

"That useless Shen Zhengli really did deliver the marriage proposal to Jiang Xinghai," the old butler said with a fawning smile.

"Jiang Xinghai may be exceptionally powerful, but he has nothing but brute strength. He probably never calculated that we were just using a simple taunt to make him walk right into our trap," Du Jingsong laughed with satisfaction.

"Grandpa Zeng, what if..." Du Fangfei suddenly trailed off.

"Fangfei, feel free to speak your mind," Du Jingsong said with a smile.

"If even Zhao Linglong can’t intimidate Jiang Xinghai, do my little sister and I really have to marry him?" Du Fangfei asked worriedly.

Du Fangqing wore a bitter expression. "Yeah, Grandpa Zeng! And does our entire clan’s fortune really have to be his dowry?"

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