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Chapter 1122 - 775 Strike first to gain the upper hand_2

Chapter 1122: 775 Strike first to gain the upper hand_2

Subsequently, another purebred Ferghana horse galloped into view before being reined to a halt.

"Hisss..."

Magnificent and majestic.

Horses are even more expensive toys than cars.

Just by looking at their fur and physique, it would be a breeze to exchange these two horses for a couple of luxury houses in the Capital City.

"Knowing full well I can’t outpace you, couldn’t you have let me win?"

"To give it my all is the greatest respect I can offer you, Brother. Besides, I’ve never seen Brother Song let me win at the poker table either."

Fang Jun dismounted, his movements showing he was well-versed in this craft, fluid and smooth.

The horse trainer approached.

Fang Jun patted the Snow Dragon Colt he had raised since foalhood, then handed it over to the trainer.

Song Chaoge, who lost the race, also dismounted, his actions likewise exuding the grace inherent to a Prestigious and Influential Family.

"Next time, I’ll ride your Snow Dragon Colt, and we’ll compete again."

Apparently, he was not entirely convinced by the loss.

"Young Master Song, your Ferghana horse is imported from Turkmenistan. In terms of performance, it is not only comparable to my Snow Dragon Colt; it might even surpass it."

Fang Jun hinted meaningfully.

Song Chaoge laughed: "So you’re saying, it’s entirely the rider’s issue?"

By the racetrack.

Hu Die walked over.

"Young Master Song."

She greeted Song Chaoge.

Song Chaoge gave a slight smile, patting the muscular neck of the Ferghana horse, "No matter how good the horse is, if the rapport isn’t there, it’s no use. You raised that Snow Dragon Colt from a foal yourself."

Still making excuses.

Fang Jun was about to tease him further when suddenly, an unexpected situation arose.

"Hisss..."

The towering and formidable Ferghana horse suddenly went berserk, its front hooves rising as it neighed and stomped towards Song Chaoge, who was touching it.

Fang Jun’s heart skipped a beat, and his expression starkly changed.

"Bang!"

Next.

An incredible scene unfolded.

In the blink of an eye, a slender leg shot out horizontally, striking the rampaging beast!

The purebred Ferghana horse, weighing over five hundred kilograms, was sent flying, tumbling down onto the track, rolling over and letting out pained whinnies for a long while without getting back up.

Hu Die remained calm, retracting her leg.

Fang Jun, momentarily distracted, immediately asked, "Brother Song, are you alright?"

Song Chaoge shook his head, composed amid the peril, displaying extraordinary demeanour, and thanked the woman who had come to his aid: "Thanks."

Fang Jun turned his head, glancing at the Ferghana horse still lying on the ground, then back at the unflappable Hu Die, his face inevitably showing surprise.

Although he knew she was skilled, he had not expected a woman to possess such ferocious force.

"Impressive."

He expressed his admiration.

Hu Die remained neither arrogant nor agitated, as if it were merely a trifling gesture.

The racetrack staff hurried over, visibly shaken.

"That beast—lock it up and teach it a proper lesson!"

Fang Jun commanded coldly.

Such prized horses could be considered priceless treasures, and ordinary people would cherish them like ancestors, but to him, it was still just a beast.

The Ferghana horse seemed to be seriously injured, unable to stand up on its own. In the end, it was only with the racetrack’s tow truck that they managed to remove it.

Fang Jun’s gaze lingered before he couldn’t help but take another look at the woman with her refined posture, composing himself.

"Weren’t you heading to Jiang district?"

Hu Die said nothing.

Perhaps because Song Chaoge was nearby.

"It’s fine, speak freely."

Fang Jun said smilingly.

"I was a step too late."

Hu Die spoke calmly.

Fang Jun frowned slightly, "They ran? No matter, they won’t get far."

Under heaven, all land is the king’s.

Where could a pair of mother and daughter, alone and unsupported, possibly escape to?

"They were taken away by Lan Peizhi."

Hu Die explained succinctly.

Fang Jun’s relaxed eyebrows furrowed once more.

"Lan Peizhi? She went there herself?"

Hu Die nodded.

Fang Jun remained silent for a moment, then spoke with a cryptic tone, "Mr. Jiang sure has a lot of face."

"Luo Han is already dead, and his mother and daughter have no influence. Just let it be." Song Chaoge, who was nearly harmed by that beast, spoke calmly as if nothing had happened.

Fang Jun looked at him.

"Brother Song, there’s something you don’t know. His mother and daughter indeed don’t matter much, but Luo Han’s brother, Luo Long, is currently missing, with his fate unknown."

Song Chaoge met his gaze, smiling as he asked, "You’re thinking of snatching someone from Lan Peizhi’s hands?"

Fang Jun’s expression flickered between cloud and sun, "I don’t believe Lan Peizhi will always be personally protecting those two."

Song Chaoge glanced at Hu Die, who had returned without success.

She did not look at him.

"Of course, Lan Peizhi can’t always be with them, but he will definitely find a safe place for the mother and daughter."

The corner of Fang Jun’s mouth twitched.

Seemingly noticing his disdain, Song Chaoge reminded him with a smile, "For example, sending them to that mountain."

Hearing this, Fang Jun’s pupils shrank, and his expression suddenly became a bit stiff, evidently also realizing the special nature of that mountain.

If that was truly the case, his plan to control Yu Hui and her daughter would be completely doomed.

As the operative, Hu Die would have to bear the main responsibility for this, but curiously, Fang Jun did not blame her, not even a word of reprimand.

"Mr. Jiang really is quite philanthropic. If I had known, I should have taken action sooner."

It’s of course too late to say this now.

Even the wisest can overlook something.

Although he was suspicious of Luo Han, before Luo Han’s death, he didn’t completely believe that the man would truly betray him.

"I have a fairly good understanding of Jiang Chen. He is a rather... peculiar person."

Fang Jun looked over.

Perhaps noticing that his assessment was a bit odd, Song Chaoge smiled.

"What I mean is, he isn’t purely the philanthropist you describe. Just like with the welfare benefits he implemented in this takeout battle, his starting point is also for himself."

"But some people just like this kind of persona."

Fang Jun took over the conversation, implying something.

Song Chaoge was noncommittal.

"However, since he has sent the mother and daughter away, it proves that Luo Long might really be in his hands."

He stared at Fang Jun.

"How much does Luo Long know about you and Luo Han?"

Fang Jun was silent, not that he didn’t want to answer, but that he couldn’t.

"...They are blood brothers."

He replied with a statement.

Song Chaoge nodded, indicating he understood.

"What’s your next move?"

Once again, Fang Jun was left speechless.

"You can’t keep being led by the nose, can you?" Song Chaoge chuckled, "Once the mother and daughter are settled, it will be his turn to make a move."

In terms of intellect, Fang Jun was very aware that he was no match for his opponent; otherwise, he wouldn’t always be completely outplayed at cards.

"Song Ge, what do you think I should do?"

He finally couldn’t resist asking for advice.

Song Chaoge looked thoughtful, "Being passive is definitely not the way to go, you need to turn passivity into active play."

"How do I do that?"

Fang Jun earnestly carried on the glorious tradition of asking when he didn’t understand.

"Luo Han has too many dark histories, which are impossible to wash away. His death doesn’t mean he can take all his sins to the grave. Instead of letting others disclose it, why not take a step ahead yourself?"

Song Chaoge spoke unhurriedly, "By doing so, you can at least take the initiative, and also stop Luo Long from having a chance to speak."

Fang Jun’s eyes flickered, brain turning at high speed, suddenly enlightened.

Yes.

He had thought that with Luo Han dead, no one would pursue the evil history of Hanlong Group.

But in reality, that wasn’t the case.

Mr. Jiang must be lying in wait in the shadows.

Dead men tell no tales, being the best keepers of secrets, but from another perspective, aren’t they also the perfect scapegoats?

"Brother Song, you always see the big picture."

Fang Jun showed an expression of admiration.

Song Chaoge remained indifferent, "What I’m thinking, Jiang Chen might have already anticipated, so you need to carefully consider how to proceed yourself."

Fang Jun frowned.

"But you better hurry."

With one final reminder, Song Chaoge didn’t say more. He gave a polite smile to the quiet Hu Die, then went to change out of his equestrian attire.

Fang Jun pondered, then turned to look at Hu Die.

"Do you think what Brother Song said makes sense?"

Hu Die remained silent as usual; she certainly wouldn’t participate in decision-making.

Fang Jun was not bothered and mumbled to himself, "Those who act later suffer, to be first is to be strong. Can’t let Mr. Jiang lead by the nose anymore."