Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 870: The Reason There Was No Explosion

When Cheng Wanli mentioned Fang Rong’s brother, Fang Rong suddenly understood. Apparently, Cheng Wanli had mistaken her identity. She didn’t have a brother—never had.

"Boss Cheng, I..."

"I know what you want to say. I trust your abilities. Back then, I promoted Huang Tao despite protocol. As long as you work hard, I know you’ll do great," Cheng Wanli said while looking at Fang Rong with unwavering confidence.

In truth, he didn’t know Fang Rong very well, but since Sun Bo was supposedly Fang Rong’s brother, everything was different.

When the time came, whether Fang Rong was capable or not, as long as Sun Bo uttered a single word, all challenges would be resolved.

Fang Rong wanted to explain the situation clearly, but Cheng Wanli didn’t give her the chance.

"That’s settled then. At noon, after you finish work, come with me to meet your brother," Cheng Wanli said.

"Boss Cheng, I..."

Before Fang Rong could finish speaking, Cheng Wanli stood up, glanced at his watch, and said, "I have something to attend to, so I won’t stay here. I’ll come pick you up at noon."

After saying that, Cheng Wanli strode out of the room. At that moment, he was genuinely worried Fang Rong might refuse.

Since Fang Rong hadn’t previously disclosed her connection to Sun Bo, she clearly didn’t want others to know she was his sister. Now that Cheng Wanli knew, he was determined to leverage this relationship.

Watching Cheng Wanli leave, Fang Rong felt helpless. He had mistaken her identity, and if she didn’t clarify matters now, the truth would surely slip out at noon.

But for the moment, she had no choice; she could only wait until noon to explain.

After everyone else left, leaving Fang Rong alone in the meeting room, she suddenly remembered that Xiang Yu was still in the car.

Descending from the upstairs offices, the staff smiled warmly at her. Everyone knew Fang Rong had a bright future ahead, and there was no harm in building a good rapport with her now.

As Fang Rong walked down from upstairs, Xiang Yu had already gone. She didn’t think much of it, locked the car, and went back inside.

Her mind was in turmoil. Although the position of Vice President of Sales was incredibly tempting, she knew it wasn’t truly hers. She resolved to clarify the truth to Cheng Wanli at noon.

At that moment, in a dimly lit room, there was a man of modest height dressed in a tracksuit and a baseball cap—Ren Baohe.

Ren Baohe had been glued to the TV since morning. Yesterday’s racing event had attracted hundreds of media outlets. That’s where he had expertly installed the bomb. Theoretically, the bomb should have detonated yesterday.

Yet, from morning until now, no TV channel had reported on the incident.

"These media outlets are despicable! Such a huge story, and they’re not covering it!" Ren Baohe fumed through gritted teeth.

He had bragged to his associates that there would undoubtedly be explosive headlines today.

According to his calculations, yesterday’s explosion should have claimed at least a hundred lives, plunging society into chaos. But if the media didn’t report it, the matter took on an entirely different dimension.

As he kept switching channels, searching for news coverage, his phone suddenly rang—it was He Guisheng calling.

"What the hell happened? Why didn’t the bomb go off yesterday?" He Guisheng demanded.

Last night, after returning to City Five, he had swiftly gathered intelligence on the situation there.

The whole process had been so unexpectedly smooth that it surprised him. Many major shareholders didn’t bat an eye when they heard Wang Hongbin had died; some even couldn’t help smirking.

Without lifting a finger, He Guisheng had taken complete control. He attributed it all to his clever tactics.

The current issue was that he had promised money to Ren Baohe, but since the bomb didn’t explode, not only was he not going to pay him, he was considering demanding the return of the deposit he’d already transferred.

"What did you say? It didn’t go off? Are you joking? I heard an explosion loud and clear yesterday!" Ren Baohe retorted gravely.

He had indeed heard a loud bang yesterday. Now, He Guisheng was denying it—a clear sign he didn’t want to pay.

Although the media hadn’t covered the story, he was certain the bomb had detonated; the racetrack must have been destroyed.

"The sound you heard wasn’t the bomb—it was a car crash," He Guisheng responded coldly. After a pause, he continued, "Boss Ren, are you trying to pull one over on me?"

He Guisheng’s tone carried a palpable threat. Now the city was under his control, and his confidence had swollen to a point where he dismissed everyone else.

"Why didn’t the bomb go off?" Ren Baohe trembled with rage. In his years in this line of work, this was the first time one of his bombs had failed—a blatant humiliation.

"You’re asking me? Who should I ask? Boss Ren, you took our money, so you can’t just leave it at this," He Guisheng said icily.

Before He Guisheng could finish, Ren Baohe hurled his phone to the floor.

He knew He Guisheng wouldn’t lie. But if the bomb didn’t detonate, why? Could it be that someone under He Guisheng hadn’t followed his installation instructions?

That seemed unlikely; after all, He Guisheng had contacted him, and he surely wanted the explosion to happen.

The only plausible explanation was that someone else had disabled the bomb. Reflecting on this possibility, Ren Baohe sneered. Who would’ve thought there’d be someone in this city capable of disarming his bomb? That had indeed caught him off guard.

After some thought, Ren Baohe gathered his belongings and stepped outside. He had to see for himself if the racetrack had been destroyed—he trusted only his own judgment.

Arriving outside the racetrack, he saw no visible damage—a confirmation in his mind that the bomb hadn’t detonated.

Standing outside the racetrack, he suddenly remembered someone. During his time at the venue, someone had pursued him—that person was Xiang Yu.

"Could it be him?" Ren Baohe muttered with a cold smirk.

After returning to the hotel, Xiang Yu called Wang Ze, asking him to locate a short, stocky man frequently seen wearing a baseball cap.

He knew the perpetrator wouldn’t stop after this failure; such criminals would surely target something else.

Xiang Yu, despite having no official mission anymore, couldn’t sit idly by and watch the city become a testing ground for terrorists.

He was a soldier, bound by duty to protect civilians.

While sitting in the office, Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan walked in with dark circles under their eyes.

Both lit up upon seeing Xiang Yu.

"Brother Yu, where did you go? We’ve been looking for you all night," Tie Zhuzi said.

"Bro, your phone was unreachable," Xiao Xuan chimed in.

"Why are you looking for me? Did you guys not sleep?" Xiang Yu asked suspiciously.

"Sister Long Wu came yesterday. When she couldn’t find you, she didn’t let us sleep," Tie Zhuzi grumbled.

Xiang Yu: "..."

After chatting with Xiang Yu for a while, Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan staggered back to their rooms to sleep.

Sitting there, Xiang Yu suddenly remembered something. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled it out...