The Way of Restraint

“Zhang Hongqing? I’ve never heard of him.” Liu Shi was not familiar with a big-shot like Zhang Hongqing. Though his business was massive, he didn’t have much contact with the dark world. However, he did know of its existence, especially since the emergence of cryptocurrency, which had drawn his attention.

He had sent his son Liu Guan to Blackwater Training Camp not only to build a strong physique but also to learn about any high-tech developments in the dark world and acquire special agent skills to guard against underhanded tactics from competitors in business.

In the past, entrepreneurs hadn’t prioritized their children’s education, resulting in spoiled second-generation heirs everywhere. But things were different now—entrepreneurs like Xia Shang and Liu Shi wanted nothing less than to turn their children into superhumans, using every possible means and high-tech training.

“This man is a super heavyweight—one of the three chief instructors at Honey Badger Training Camp,” Liu Guan explained to his father, pulling up some materials. “There are many research institutions around the world, but Typhon, Honey Badger, and Blackwater are among the highest tier…”

“These training camps must have a lot of data,” Liu Shi said. “If our medical institutions could obtain that data, our medical standards would improve dramatically.”

He immediately grasped the key point.

“During this period, work closely with Su Jie to investigate Wen Ting. For the sake of the company and your sister, we need to get to the bottom of this man. I had my suspicions from the very beginning—without exceptionally perfect and specialized training, he couldn’t possibly be so composed. Don’t you agree?” Liu Shi asked again.

“I also find it suspicious. Everyone has weaknesses—even Su Jie. His weakness is his family. Of course, he also has a strong backbone,” Liu Guan said, analyzing Su Jie as well. “But with Wen Ting, I can’t see any weakness at all. It’s as if his personality is flawless—no defects. How is that possible?”

“Too perfect means something’s wrong,” Liu Shi nodded.

“Dad, I’ll be going now.” Liu Guan knew what he had to do.

“Handle the security matters with Su Jie,” Liu Shi said. “But most importantly, learn from Su Jie and reach his level. Then I can rest easy and eventually hand the company over to you. I fully understand this realm now—the elevation of mental state leads to brain development, surpassing ordinary people.”

“I’ve already experienced the wonders of this realm from Master Blackwater. What Master Blackwater is best at is that no sharpshooter can hit him—he can always anticipate the trajectory in advance and evade. Even under a hail of gunfire, he can find corners where bullets won’t reach in complex environments and avoid them in advance. His survival ability is ten times that of an ordinary agent.” Liu Guan smacked his lips. “Don’t let my training fool you—even if an ordinary person pointed a gun at me, I wouldn’t be a hundred percent sure I could dodge it. At our Blackwater Training Camp, this realm is called ‘divinity’—completely different from ordinary humans.”

“Divinity?” Liu Shi asked, puzzled.

“Our Blackwater Training Camp’s research shows that when one reaches this realm, they possess many abilities that ordinary people lack. A substance is produced in the cerebral cortex that can extend lifespan and activate cells. This substance is named ‘divinity.’ But this is only observational research—it hasn’t been clinically proven yet. Typhon Training Camp might have done more in-depth research than us. But the consensus among research institutions is that mental adjustment can make the endocrine structure more perfect, and a perfect endocrine structure is the primary factor in anti-aging.” Liu Guan was not a scientist—his knowledge was limited and far inferior to Su Jie’s.

Su Jie was genuinely researching brain science, psychology, environmental science, and various other natural sciences, studying diligently every day without distraction. He had set a life plan for himself: to become a scientist, leading by example.

The purpose of his own cultivation was also part of researching himself.

After Liu Guan came out, he ran into Su Jie again outside.

Su Jie hadn’t left to go back to his dormitory but had been waiting for him, as if he knew Liu Guan would come out.

“Mr. Su Jie, from now on we’ll be working together. My father gave me a direct order to investigate Wen Ting thoroughly. Where do you think we should start?” Liu Guan asked.

“I’d like to hear your opinion first,” Su Jie said.

“Obviously, we should talk to Wen Ting first and see how he reacts. Though there’s a risk of alerting the enemy, that might actually be the point—to make him slip up. Otherwise, we could keep investigating and never find anything,” Liu Guan said. “Or we could tail Wen Ting, but he has strong counter-surveillance skills—he might even lead us in circles.”

“Why not start from inside the Feng family?” Su Jie asked. “If Wen Ting is the Feng family’s mole inside Hedao Group, then surely Hedao Group also has moles inside the Feng family, right?”

“We actually don’t.” Liu Guan said. “Though this is a common business practice, Hedao Group has never done such things. Because we’re big enough—big players play differently.”

“Correct. Major powers don’t play conspiracy games. They operate openly and honorably, crushing opponents with sheer force. All schemes and tricks are childish and laughable in the face of absolute power,” Su Jie said. “Then I’ll go find Wen Ting. You stay out of sight and observe from behind.”

“That’s what I was thinking too. But be careful—don’t get into conflict with my sister,” Liu Guan reminded again.

Su Jie didn’t respond. He simply turned and walked away, tossing back a parting remark: “Send me Wen Ting’s file—where he lives now, the routes he takes daily, his schedule—put together a table for me.”

“How am I supposed to learn from him?” Liu Guan watched Su Jie’s retreating figure, pondering deeply.

For Liu Guan, the company wasn’t really important. What mattered most was how to acquire “divinity.” Others might not understand the power of the “Living Dead” realm, but after years of studying under Master Blackwater, he knew exactly how profound it was.

“Hmm?”

Su Jie pulled out his phone and looked at the information.

He noticed something: Wen Ting also owned an apartment in S City, in the same neighborhood where Li Xiaozhen lived.

Li Xiaozhen was Feng Yuxuan’s trusted assistant, though even she didn’t know many of Feng Yuxuan’s secrets. Su Jie had spoken with her once and sensed that she wasn’t an evil person—someone who wouldn’t break the law.

Li Xiaozhen had also said that if the Feng family were really involved in illegal activities, she wouldn’t cover for them—she would definitely report it to the police.

Su Jie could tell she meant it.

“Matching social status—how interesting…” Su Jie also discovered that the apartment Wen Ting had bought in S City was right across from Li Xiaozhen’s.

Of course, Su Jie was currently in B City, where Hedao Group’s headquarters was located. Wen Ting also owned a property here—a rather luxurious villa in a residential complex worth over eighty million yuan.

Wen Ting was not poor—in fact, he had quite a bit of money. Though not a billionaire, he was financially independent.

In fact, given his skills and talent, it would be strange if he weren’t wealthy.

Especially considering how much money he made during his time on Wall Street.

Su Jie also discovered that Wen Ting had made his money trading cryptocurrency. When cryptocurrency first emerged, it was worthless, but he had bought some. Years later, when it appreciated tens of thousands of times, he cashed out and became rich overnight.

Su Jie also understood finance. In financial markets, a single trade could make one rich overnight—but more often than not, it could also leave one bankrupt and jumping off a building.

Especially Wall Street traders—they thrived on the highs and lows, the thrill and the risk.

In his dormitory, Lin Tang played stocks, futures, and even cryptocurrency. He was very professional. When trading, Su Jie noticed he became a different person—with a terrifying level of focus.

Su Jie had told Lin Tang several times that if he could channel that trading mindset into martial arts, he could soar to great heights—even surpass professional fighters.

Unfortunately, despite many attempts, Lin Tang could never transfer his trading state to martial arts practice.

Because somehow, the moment Lin Tang sat in front of a computer and looked at stocks, he would become completely absorbed.

Though Su Jie’s mind was formidable, in finance he was truly no match for Lin Tang. Of course, if he devoted himself fully to studying it, he would surpass Lin Tang. But he wasn’t interested in stocks and finance—he felt it was a waste of time, preferring to focus on martial arts research.

Everyone had their own interests.

For example, Wang Shun in the dormitory loved studying antiques and could rival an expert.

As for Tan Dashi, he enjoyed fitness and fighting.

“This Wen Ting is very wealthy.” After spending ten minutes reading through all of Wen Ting’s materials, Su Jie drew deeper conclusions. He was even more curious about this man’s life experiences.

Of course, the documents were incomplete—many time periods were not detailed.

That was understandable. Even a group like Hedao Group couldn’t possibly account for every second of a person’s life—not even a government could do that.

Putting away his phone, Su Jie stopped reading. He decided to talk to Wen Ting first—to stir things up and see what happened. This man was a master. A sparring match with him might reveal more.

Soon, Su Jie arrived at a villa district on the outskirts of the city.

The area was very quiet, with an elegant environment. Every villa here was priced at over fifty million yuan. Of course, this was relatively cheap—in the city center, prices started at several hundred million, and money alone might not even secure a purchase.

Still, those who could afford villas here were no ordinary people—not many in China could casually drop eighty million yuan.

This was also one reason Liu Shi hadn’t vehemently opposed Wen Ting’s relationship with his daughter.

Su Jie stopped outside the residential complex. It was very quiet, sparsely populated—at night, even cars rarely passed by.

Su Jie had a way in—a perfectly legitimate way.

Just as he was about to step forward, he sensed someone watching him from the woods nearby.

He felt an extremely strong killing intent.

He spun around sharply.

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