Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 326 - 292: Hypnotize with One Glance, Terrified by the Mention

Chapter 326: Chapter 292: Hypnotize with One Glance, Terrified by the Mention

"Zhao Yingjie? Is he from the Zhao family?"

Zhou Ping’an had heard a bit about Tang Tang’s past and knew that his senior sister didn’t get along with the Zhao family.

He even knew that his sister was almost forced by her family to marry the son of the Zhao family.

As for the fight in Linhai that led to discipline.

Tang Tang never mentioned it.

The school’s teachers and seniors all kept deeply silent about it, not one willing to discuss it.

And Zhou Ping’an was not comfortable pressing the issue either.

"Of course he’s from the Zhao family. At that time, Tangtang stood up for me.

To tell this, one has to mention Tang Tang’s family and the aggressive Zhao Family.

Forget it, it’s not very appropriate for me to tell you this. Why don’t you go ask your senior sister yourself?"

Lan Fengjiao playfully winked.

This riddle was indeed a bit annoying.

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but smile wryly, "If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t. Sooner or later, I will have to confront the Zhao family anyway. Both brothers of Zhao Shirong have died by my hand, however magnanimous the Zhao family might be, they wouldn’t let me go."

He knew that Tang Tang and Lan Fengjiao were both silent about the past, probably because they were worried he would fly into a rage and go straight to the Zhao family seeking trouble.

And the Linhai Zhao Family was a behemoth, with unimaginable amounts of resources and manpower they could mobilize.

Even Tang Tang, regardless of whether she was valued by her clan or not, could be considered a descendant of the Tang Family. And yet, with her surname and lineage, she was forced to flee to Dongjiang, and no one would speak up for her.

This alone showed how troublesome the Zhao family was.

Lan Fengjiao had also mentioned that originally, it was Tang Tang who had saved her...

Yet now, with the power she had from running a publicly listed company, she didn’t dare speak of revenge, nor could she help Tang Tang in the slightest.

The information that leaked out, if one thought deeply about it, revealed a lot.

"Whatever happens next, you should not make a stand, nor should you have any dealings with Dongjiang. Continue with your itinerary as planned, no need to inquire too much."

Zhou Ping’an instructed her, and seeing Lan Fengjiao nod, he smiled and left the hotel with empty hands.

Following behind him was Roger.

"Why did Zhou Tong leave? Is he going to handle some business?"

Wen Jue came over and asked with curiosity.

"They have their own things to deal with. Don’t snoop, and don’t let anything slip. If anyone asks, just say there were only six of us that came over."

Lan Fengjiao said solemnly.

For some reason, she felt uneasy.

How strong exactly was the "Sky Wolf Fund"? She had heard about it, especially about Jefferson, the arms dealer preparing to clean his slate, who was rumored to be a white-glove for some big shots.

Not only was the man financially powerful, but he also had many desperados under him.

Lan Fengjiao had covertly sought out special channels to gather information, but she had not obtained concrete details.

At least one thing was clear.

If one were to regard this person as a warlord, they would not be wrong.

Of course, if he weren’t such a well-connected figure, he wouldn’t have been able to create the detestable model that is the "Sky Wolf Fund."

A fund that dares to take on revenge tasks, isn’t he afraid someone might decapitate him in the dark of night?

This showed the confidence of the other party in their own strength.

Lan Fengjiao even wondered if offending this person could be any less safe than offending the governor of Proluo State.

"What will he have to do to make the other party withdraw the bounty?"

Lan Fengjiao turned her head towards the east, feeling a pang of regret.

It was a pity that on this land, with the limited people she had brought, even if she was willing to help, it might only make things worse.

...

"Where are we going?"

Roger was somewhat puzzled.

They had just booked a room in a luxurious hotel and hadn’t even had a good night’s rest before taking to the streets immediately.

Was it that he wanted to take advantage of the cover of night to gather information?

But with his own networking skills, he hadn’t even been able to find out where John Johnson, the fund director, lived. How could asking random people on the street yield accurate information?

Wasn’t this like looking for a needle in a haystack?

"Nowhere in particular, just find a hotel to rest for the night. We’ll start working from the morning..."

Zhou Ping’an walked confidently forward, spotting an exquisitely decorated inn straight ahead and heading directly towards it.

"This..."

Roger’s mind was in complete disarray.

They had just left a hotel only to look for another one.

If it was to avoid being associated with Lan Fengjiao and the others, leaving would not be incorrect...

But no matter which hotel they entered, identity documents would still expose their identities, wouldn’t they?

"Don’t you know our information from checking into a hotel could be used to track us down?"

"Of course I know,"

Zhou Ping’an turned his head, a strange smile spreading across his face. In the dim light of the shadowy alley, his cheekbones gradually softened, turning oval.

His chin slimmed down slightly, his brows lengthened, and his brow bones slightly protruded, altering the contour of his eyes to a sharp and powerful look, both striking and unencumbered.

What was even more bizarre was that his skin seemed to emanate a faint luminous glow, which, at a glance, made it hard for onlookers to keep gazing, inciting a sense of timidity deep inside them.

"Who says you always need ID to stay in a hotel?"

In the dimly lit corner of the alley, the moment Zhou Ping’an turned his head back, he had already reverted to his original appearance, and his height had shrunk from 195 centimeters to around six or seven centimeters shorter, his figure becoming slender and well-proportioned.

Even more astonishing, Roger noticed that the clothes Zhou Ping’an was wearing had somehow changed in style and color.

[Turning into a completely different person?]

Roger was staring with his eyes wide and mouth agape.

When he was in Dongjiang, he had seen Zhou Ping’an stay in a room for a while and then emerge with a different appearance, which had already shocked him to the point where he could hardly believe his own eyes.

Now, he was watching up close as, within the span of a couple of breaths, Zhou had altered his appearance completely.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was God playing a joke.

"You won’t need to change clothes or put on makeup; it’s too much trouble."

With a casual toss, Zhou Ping’an threw a black cloak over.

"Put it on."

"This, who dresses like this? Even if there’s no issue, it will attract attention, Mr. Zhou, this isn’t fair. Do you want me to go to jail?"

It didn’t matter whether it was day or night.

Normal people wouldn’t cover their faces and don a cloak in front of others.

It was the look of a robber.

"Just follow along, why all the nonsense?"

Zhou Ping’an led the way, glancing back at the street cameras with a chuckle, "From this moment on, we’re already exposed to the city’s surveillance network. Once an interested party checks, they’ll find something amiss.

You better not make any unnecessary moves.

If someone locks onto your identity, it doesn’t matter to me, but you could end up on a wanted list."

"Damn it."

Roger felt a shiver down his spine as Zhou Ping’an swept him with his gaze, feeling a chilling sensation from his head to his toes.

He hurriedly followed the instructions and wrapped the cloak over his head and face, encompassing his clothes as well.

If he had to look like a robber, so be it.

As long as he wasn’t caught red-handed, there would always be a chance to explain.

As for the possibility of getting caught?

Roger wasn’t worried in the slightest.

He recalled following Zhou Ping’an on the streets previously, watching him single-handedly kill numerous assassins from the Dark Web who dared not show their faces...

That imposing air, that deadly aura, it was simply awe-inspiring.

[Without a reinforced battalion equipped with heavy weaponry to surround him, it would be as if he were fighting against nothing.]

With that thought, Roger felt somewhat more at ease.

His footsteps felt a bit awkward as he watched Zhou Ping’an proceed to the front desk to check in, and he couldn’t help but touch his forehead and sigh.

Heading right into the lion’s den.

"A room for two, twin beds..."

Zhou Ping’an’s foreign language skills might not have been very fluent, but his articulation was clear, and despite a slight accent, he became more fluid after a sentence or two.

With sharp eyes, Roger glanced and saw the names "Mississippi" and "Plato" being registered by the lady at the front desk, who also handed over the room keys.

She neither asked Zhou Ping’an for identification nor took any deposit money.

No, she didn’t even offer a price.

Most absurd of all were the two women next to the lady, who seemed as blind and deaf as could be, not noticing anything amiss.

"It seems like we..."

"Shut up, do you want everyone to know?"

Zhou Ping’an scolded in a low voice and entered the elevator.

Looking back, Roger saw the three women at the front desk sway for no reason, with two of them rubbing their eyes vigorously, looking drowsy and befuddled.

"Hypnosis?"

It wasn’t until he was inside the elevator and the doors closed that Roger asked in a whisper, fear evident in his eyes.

Each time he thought he knew how formidable the man before him was, Zhou would reveal something new that made it seem like he was not even human.

Who had he ever seen that could make people fall asleep with just one look?

That was just too ridiculous.

Various countries often boasted of their mysteries, their transformations, even their spiritual masters... But he had never seen this kind of trick that made people blind while their eyes were open.

It’s not that he had never seen it.

He had read about it in novels.

[What if, this guy became an assassin?]

At this thought, Roger shuddered.

If Zhou Ping’an became an assassin, would there be any jobs left for others?

"You can think of it that way."

Zhou Ping’an certainly wouldn’t bother explaining the wonders of the Five Desires Evil Art to this shrewd foreigner. It would be a waste of breath as he wouldn’t understand.

"So, you’re going to hypnotize Jeffery? But, I don’t think it’ll work, he’s just a manager. He doesn’t have the power to call off a bounty."

Roger struggled to control his mouth.

"Who said anything about hypnosis? Have I traveled all this way to Proluo State to conduct my business in secret?

If I don’t slaughter him until rivers of blood flow, leaving everyone too terrified to initiate another assassination job, what then?"

Would he have to come back to the Sky Hawk Alliance?

The back and forth would be enough to drive anyone crazy.

Barbarians, most of them respect power and don’t know gratitude.

If he didn’t make a firm move, this would drag on forever.

Quietly taking care of business and getting the bounty called off might seem most efficient, but it doesn’t solve the fundamental issue.

To settle things once and for all, he needed to instill fear in people.

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