This development was unexpected to him.
It made sense that going undercover and tarnishing one's own reputation could earn the trust of criminals.
But as long as he had lived, he had never committed a crime.
Even though in Christianity lust was a sin, he didn't believe in Christianity anyway.
"So how should I commit a crime?" Jiang Lu asked awkwardly.
"That's simple." Feng Yuanzheng took out a stack of photos and handed them to Jiang Lu: "These people have been above the law in Paradise City for a long time, but there has never been any evidence of their crimes. Just pick a couple to assassinate, and your crime will be set, plus it'll be easy to clear your name afterward."
Jiang Lu looked through the photos with a strange expression on his face, feeling that something about this suggestion was a bit off.
But before he could express his doubts, he felt even more that the photos and their descriptions were odd.
Vital officials of the governor's mansion, management of the Oasis Group, defense force officers...
The most outrageous part was that among them there was an old man.
It seemed he was the former minister of public security.
Almost every person was intricately connected to the Ministry of Public Security.
"Are they truly above the law or purportedly so? Why does it look like all of them are core members of Paradise City?"
Jiang Lu wanted to say that it looked like Feng Yuanzheng was trying to take the opportunity to suppress rival forces, but he didn't dare say it out loud.
"Err... The information is definitely accurate; just do what you need to do," Feng Yuanzheng said with an unnatural expression.
However, Jiang Lu didn't bother to dwell on it.
"Fine then."
His job was to play his role; after that, he'd be out of there, and everything else was none of his concern as the one getting away.
...
Since it was an assassination, it had to be done stealthily.
As the name implies, it must be at night.
Therefore, equipped with fingerprint molds provided by Feng Yuanzheng, Jiang Lu sneaked into the home of the former minister who seemed easiest to handle, hid in a wardrobe, pulled out the butterfly knife given to him by Heavy Cannon, and patiently waited for the prey to come home.
After an indeterminate amount of time, through the crack of the wardrobe door, it was pitch black outside, and so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from outside the bedroom, getting closer.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and the next moment, the lights were turned on, revealing a slender woman sashaying into the room.
Jiang Lu was startled.
Who is she?
Didn't the information say that the former minister Zhang Peng lived alone?
The real shock came afterward.
The woman placed her handbag on the bedhead and then took out a set of lingerie, and began to change right before his eyes.
The woman appeared to be in her thirties but still attractive, without a single wrinkle on her well-maintained face, not an ounce of excess flesh on her body, her skin tight, fair, and smooth, especially her upturned behind, which surpassed most people.
But Jiang Lu couldn't feel happy about it at all.
Nevermind who this woman is, the question now was, how was he supposed to carry out the assassination?
Who could have guessed that a man in his sixties would be into such flamboyant play? And that he had the leisure to keep a lady of pleasure in a golden house.
Setting everything else aside, you have to admit he was indeed the former Minister of Public Security; his secrecy was truly top-notch.
After changing, the woman sat at the edge of the bed, glanced at her watch, and muttered to herself, "Can't get through on the phone, is it another emergency meeting... With how it's been going, he won't be back until around eleven or midnight, right..."
Jiang Lu silently checked the time from within the wardrobe.
It was nine o'clock.
Meaning, Zhang Peng wouldn't be back for another two or three hours.
What was worse, he either had to assassinate both of them or find another opportunity, possibly having to wait out the whole night in the wardrobe.
But there was no guarantee that one of them wouldn't open the wardrobe; if he had to kill an innocent person out of necessity, that could be a messy end with Feng Yuanzheng.
As he was feeling frustrated, the woman leaned onto the bed, tired.
At first, she moved around occasionally, but after a while, she became still.
"Asleep?"
Jiang Lu's face showed relief.
His intuition told him that if he was going to get away, now was the time.
As for Zhang Peng, consider yourself lucky, lad!
You'll be alone eventually!
Thus, he silently opened the wardrobe, tiptoed out, then turned around to gently close it, careful to make his way outside.
Just as he was one step away from the corridor outside the bedroom, a frightened scream echoed from behind him.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here?!"
Jiang Lu was taken aback, instinctively looking back.
The woman was pressing herself against the bedhead, clutching a pillow to her chest in fear, her face full of dread.
"Ah, I didn't know you were here, my..." Jiang Lu said awkwardly.
To his surprise, upon hearing this, the woman's face showed hesitation.
"Didn't know... I was here?"
She tentatively asked, "Are you here to see... Director Zhang?"
"Sort of... yeah."
"Oh~" The woman seemed to misunderstand something, her expression suddenly turned flirtatious, and her face was filled with a coquettish smile, "You must be the son that the director mentioned, who was supposed to come back today, right?"
Jiang Lu scratched his head: "I suppose I am..."
"Hmph." The woman rolled her eyes, speaking seductively, "Your dad has long been talking about wanting to improve your father-son relationship. He especially asked me to come over today to give you a surprise. Your dad's back isn't great, so it's all on you later."
Jiang Lu fell silent.
Zhang Peng is really a piece of work!
So, this is his idea of improving a father-son relationship?
What about father and son soldiers going into battle?
"Ah, I've got something right now." Jiang Lu, like a child eager yet reluctant to receive a red envelope during New Year's, waved his hand, "I've got to go first."
"Don't go." The woman panicked upon hearing this, jumped off the bed, and crashed into Jiang Lu's arms, "Good~ let auntie check how your body is~"
With a casual pinch, the woman beamed with joy, "Oh my, how sturdy."
"Auntie, please behave yourself..."
The woman was relentless, "It's perfect he isn't back yet, you can tell auntie about your conflicts first. If he's wrong, can auntie speak up for you, okay?"
"..."
Seeing that Jiang Lu was desperate to escape, the woman bit her lip gently and whispered something in his ear.
Jiang Lu's eyes suddenly widened.
"That's possible?! That impressive?!"
"Mhm..." The woman nodded shyly.
"Impressive, auntie, I suggest we take a bath together first and talk it over."
The woman pinched a small piece of flesh on Jiang Lu's chest, giving it a light twist: "You lecher~"
...
Late at night.
A drunken Zhang Peng was helped back home by his friend.
As his friend unlocked the door while holding Zhang Peng's fingers, he consoled, "Old Zhang, don't be too angry. Young people are hotheaded; your son didn't mean those words for you."
"You... you know... what..."
Zhang Peng burped, stumbling as he pushed open the front door, barely able to keep his eyes open, his speech slurred but still trying to assert his authority.
"I'm his father, how dare he... he sass me! Going off to mix... mix... mix around for two years! Now... now... now he turns around... criticizing me, when he... when he used to do all those messes, wasn't it me... old... old man cleaning up his messes?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Old Zhang. Where is your bedroom? I'll tuck you into bed and then I'll leave."
"It's... it's that one, that one... that biggest one!"
"Huh? Didn't you turn the lights off when you went out today?"
"Uh... um..."
Seeing him like this, his friend couldn't say much, struggling to support him toward the bedroom.
As soon as the door opened, the friend was petrified on the spot.
The scene before him would be engraved in his memory for life.
The woman and Jiang Lu turned their heads, their eyes met, and the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.
But as soon as Zhang Peng saw them, he suddenly started clapping his hands, "Just... just right, Old Li, let... let me introduce..."
Introduce?
The friend was shocked.
Is this a time for introductions?
Yet Zhang Peng seemed utterly oblivious to the oddness, continuing, "This... this one..."
He pointed at the woman, "This is my wife!"
The friend gasped, looked toward Jiang Lu, who then could he be?
"This... this one..." Zhang Peng pointed at Jiang Lu, "This is me!"
The friend's brain short-circuited.
"Aren't you living alone?"
The friend looked back at the woman who had now wrapped herself in the blanket, seemed to recall something, was startled, and said with some uncertainty, "Aren't you... are you the wife of Minister Feng Yuanzheng?"
"Ah?" Jiang Lu was startled and looked at the woman, who was burying her head in the blanket out of shame and indignation.
"Don't just 'ah?'." The friend demanded, "Then who are you?"
"I am..." Jiang Lu took a deep breath, his face serious, "I am The Unyielding Warrior in Disaster!"