Strongest Soldier King

The next day, as the first rays of sunlight bathed the skies over Beijing, the bustling city came alive once more. People heading to work and school emerged from their homes, and the quiet streets became busy again. Lan Xue, who hadn't slept all night, walked into the yard, looking up at the rising sun with growing unease. Lan Xing quietly approached, leaning against the door, feeling deeply guilty as she saw her sister's sorrowful expression. If it weren't for her, none of this would have happened. Sigh—!

A long sigh, filled with countless sorrows!

"Sister, you don't have to worry too much." Lan Xing walked over slowly, her expression troubled. After searching all night without a single clue, her eyes were red and her eye bags dark, her face devoid of its usual glow and mischief. This kidnapping had forced Lan Xing to mature rapidly.

"Forget it, it's fate. Everyone has to die someday, sooner or later. If it ever comes to that, take care of our family. We've misunderstood Dad for so many years; you can carry out my share of filial duty as well." Lan Xue said quietly, her expression resolute.

"What are you planning to do?" Lan Xing asked nervously.

"We once swore to live together and die in the same grave," Lan Xue murmured, looking towards the rising moonlight, a hint of resolve flashing in her eyes. With a sorrowful expression, she continued, "Don't try to persuade me. Regardless of what happens, he went to save you. I don't blame you, and he wouldn't either. It's our duty. I only hope that if that day ever comes, you'll take good care of his family for me, and visit his parents often."

"Hmm, I'm sorry." Lan Xing's heart felt like it was being cut with knives, as tears streamed down her cheeks. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing, and said painfully, "Sis, I'm sorry, I..."

"This has nothing to do with you. Don't be like this. It wouldn't be good for our grandfather to see us like this. Besides, it's not over yet. We can't give up. We haven't heard anything all night, so they must have already escaped Beijing. You need to check all the checkpoint records and see if there are any discrepancies," Lan Xue comforted, her expression gradually becoming more determined as she helped Lan Xing up.

"Yes." Lan Xing hurried into the room as though she had suddenly found strength.

Lan Xue dialed Ghost Hand's phone number, and coldly said, "Assemble at my doorstep immediately." She hung up after saying that and, seeing her grandfather emerge from the inner room, approached him with a resolute tone, "I suspect he's already been sent out of Beijing. I have to take action now."

"Hmm, what do you plan to do?" Mr. Li nodded solemnly, realizing that there was indeed a problem after a night of fruitless searching.

"I'm going to confront the Song family and disrupt Song Haitian and Tang Tian's transaction completely, thwarting Tang Tian's plan. I thought about it last night. If the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group wants to rise again, they must have a significant amount of money. This might be Tang Tian's real reason for targeting the Song family. Without the money, all of Tang Tian's efforts would be in vain, forcing her to expose flaws. We'll find her, and by using money to ransom him, we can stabilize Tang Tian, temporarily ensuring his safety. Maybe there will even be a chance for rescue then," Lan Xue said with a serious expression.

"This is indeed a way to undermine the Song family and press Tang Tian, but it's very risky as well. You take people to the Song family, and I will immediately call the chairman to eliminate your worries," Mr. Li agreed, still anxious over the rescue of Luo Zheng, and naturally not opposed to Lan Xue's plan.

"Okay, let's do it. We must freeze all of the Song family's accounts, especially their overseas accounts, otherwise they can't stop the transaction," Lan Xue nodded.

"No, once you take action and the Song family realizes they're going down, they have nothing to lose and will definitely not go through with the transaction. Go on, be careful. Control Song Tao, but do not touch Song Haitian recklessly; you must follow organizational procedures," Mr. Li instructed.

Lan Xue agreed with a nod and rushed outside. Lan Xing followed, calling out, "I'm going too."

"You don't need to go, keep an eye on the Song family. If you spot any suspicious figures, notify Shi Feng immediately and have them captured. There's no need to hold back now that we've shown our hand. As long as the money isn't in hand, Tang Tian won't harm him. Don't worry, remember that?" Lan Xing instructed quickly.

"I remember." Lan Xing fully agreed and returned to the room.

Lan Xing hurriedly left the courtyard, got into a car, and shortly after returned to her doorstep, picked up Ghost Hand and others, and sped towards the Song family. On the way, Lan Xue briefly explained the situation. Everyone already knew Luo Zheng had been kidnapped, and their anger was boiling. Hearing about the counterattack, everyone was invigorated.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the gates of the Song family's courtyard. The guards came up for an inspection, and Lan Xue and the others all presented their credentials. Lan Xue held the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, and Ghost Hand and the others were all Majors. This rank was intimidating for the highest-ranking Lieutenant-level guard personnel.

The credentials were in order. Seeing the visitors were not with good intentions but all bore the same unit number as themselves, the guards didn't obstruct them. The guard captain accompanied them inside, while others reported the situation up through the regular channels.

In the living room, Song Haitian had finished his morning exercise and was drinking tea when he saw the hurried Lan Xue and others arrive. His brow furrowed, and he asked with a displeased tone, "What's wrong with you all? What are you doing here?"

"Where's Song Tao?" Lan Xue asked straightforwardly, giving no face to Song Haitian.

"What do you mean?" Song Haitian's face darkened as he responded harshly.

"Take a look at this," Lan Xue unveiled and presented the evidence to Song Haitian. The thought that the evidence was obtained through Luo Zheng's sacrifice only fueled Lan Xue's anger further, her eyes emitting a terrifying murderous aura. "Now do you get it?" she asked coldly.

Seeing the documents, Song Haitian's face turned ashen, his hand holding the teacup began to tremble, and his stunned eyes widened with disbelief. His lips quivered, unable to speak. Song Haitian knew that the evidence was genuine, signaling impending doom for the Song family. If someone else had brought the evidence, Song Haitian could have thought of many ways to seize and destroy it, but with Lan Xue here, her background and strength were not something the guards outside could handle. What could he do?

"Song Tao is suspected of murder, hand him over," Lan Xue said coldly.

"He's not at home," Song Haitian quickly regained his composure. Having been an upper-level official for decades, he promptly steadied his emotions, contemplating his next move as his eyes flickered.

"Don't have any undue hopes; your Song family is finished," Lan Xue stated coldly, gesturing.

Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, and Mountain Eagle, having grown impatient, rushed inside to start the search. Song Haitian shouted in rage and fear, "What are you doing? Do you know who I am? Do you know the consequences of searching my residence?"

"Is that kind of thing still important?" Lan Xue mocked coldly.