Chapter 567: 501 Talents! Ying Zijin: Courage, Given by Me [2 More Updates]_2 Chapter 567: 501 Talents! Ying Zijin: Courage, Given by Me [2 More Updates]_2 He tapped his finger lightly on the windowsill, speaking indifferently, “Hmm, the Cohen Family. Verify all the crime evidence completely, then send someone over directly.”

On the other end of the phone was IBI Director Li Xini: “Understood, Commander.”

He casually checked information about the Cohen Family on the computer and found that the family had a criminal record.

However, forces like the Cohen Family were too numerous worldwide, constantly toeing the line of criminality.

The IBI didn’t have enough personnel to handle it all.

But if one were to investigate, indeed it could turn everything upside down.

The Cohen Family wasn’t conspicuous, and it was unknown how they managed to offend their high-ranking commander.

Such a pity.

“Make it quick, you have a maximum of four hours,” Fu Yunshen said, ending the call after that sentence.

He turned around, his cold expression softened, and with a lazy smile, he teased, “Yaoyao, don’t think I can’t hear you just because I’m standing so far away. I heard everything you said.”

Ying Zijin yawned, “What did you hear?”

“You were feeding her porridge and even peeled an apple for her.”

“You also said you would spoil her.” Fu Yunshen, taking advantage of his height, gently patted the girl’s head, “Girlfriend, when do I get to be spoiled like that? I can lie down too.”

“Look.” Ying Zijin pointed outside the window, “The Sun is round and big; it’s daytime, stop dreaming.”

“…”

Although she said that, Ying Zijin still took an orange out of her pocket, peeled it, and fed him a segment.

After feeding him, she wiped her hands, “I’m going to Heba State for a bit, you keep watch here.”

She truly only trusted Fu Yunshen’s abilities.

“Yaoyao, wait,” Fu Yunshen pulled the girl back, handing over something with another hand and smiling, “Here, take this for yourself.”

It was an IBI badge that bore the words ‘Air Fleet Commander’, with a Level S designation.

An IBI Level S badge was held by only a handful of top officials, no more than ten.

With that badge, it was very convenient to operate globally.

Ying Zijin looked at the badge, raising an eyebrow: “Am I being given special treatment? Commander, if word gets out, it won’t look good for you.”

“It’s temporary,” said Fu Yunshen in a laid-back manner, “If you’re willing to join, I’ll be only too happy.”

Ying Zijin put the badge away securely, “I’ll consider it.”

Fu Yunshen then handed her a mask, “Off you go. I’ll have Yun Shan accompany you, be safe.”

Whatever she was doing, he would hand her a knife to do it.

**
These past few days, the Cohen Family had also been closely monitoring the situation at the major hospitals in the capital city of Country S but found no information about Xiu Yu being admitted.

The Xiu Family was very quiet too, obviously having given up resistance.

The head of the Cohen Family was reassured.

Next week was the F1 competition, and as long as Xiu Yu didn’t participate, third place would undoubtedly belong to the Cohen Family.

“Did the Xiu Family’s racing team arrive?” the head of the Cohen Family called his steward, “Is it settled?”

The steward shook his head, “They’re quite stubborn.”

“Let’s go. I’ll handle it myself,” the head of the Cohen Family said with a cold smirk, “What’s the use of being stubborn if they can’t see the coffin and won’t shed a tear?”

He walked out.

The yard was filled with a team of racers, all on high alert.

The Manson family had said they were bringing them to see a new race car, but unexpectedly, they had been brought here.

Moreover, the Cohen Family wanted to acquire them.

“No, you didn’t know?” The head of the Cohen Family tutted at the racers, “Your lead racer has turned into a vegetable, unable to race; I kindly offer to acquire you to help you compete, and you resist?”

This statement caused the complexions of all racers to change.

The F1 competition, organized by the Manson family, was governed by their rules.

They could even change them anytime based on the family head’s preferences; that’s how capricious they were.

Each racing team had only one leading racer.

The leading racer represented the pinnacle of strength for that team, and only the leading racer could contend for the championship.

Although Xiu Yu had been away from the capital city for five years due to a hand injury, she had recovered quickly.

As the lead racer, no one in the Xiu Family’s team had any objections.

But Xiu Yu in an accident?

A racer stared intensely at the Cohen Family head, “What do you mean?”

Xiu Yu indeed hadn’t returned these past few days, but Xiu Shaowan had notified them, saying Xiu Yu had gone to see a friend and would go directly to the competition site on the day of the race.

Could it be that was a lie?

“It seems you’re unaware,” the Cohen Family head sighed, “AXC9 virus, infection causes coma, organs deteriorate, until one becomes a vegetable.”

“Without your lead racer, how will you compete? Who gave you the audacity?”

“…”

The group of racers was deadly silent, unable to process what they had heard.

At this moment, a voice sounded, drifting over from a distance, calm and unhurried: “Me.”

Ying Zijin approached wearing a silver mask, and under the sunlight, it emitted a faint glow.

She didn’t hide her figure, and the Cohen Family head could tell at a glance that she was a girl.

Slim and seemingly fragile.

But she was holding two mercenaries in her hands and casually tossed them over.

“Just you?” the Cohen Family could only see her as a guard from the Xiu family and scoffed, “Do you know how many mercenaries are stationed here? How many heavy weapons? Tanks, fighter jets, all are the basics.”

“You think you alone can contend against our Cohen Family?”

Such arrogance.

The head of the Cohen Family was even more disdainful as he clapped his hands.

“Boom boom boom–”
A roar erupted, and several turrets on the castle quickly transformed, with cannons aimed directly at the girl.

At the same time, countless mercenaries
The head of the Cohen Family stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Ying Zijin with a mocking expression: “Now, do you still dare to say ‘Me’?”

“Hey hey!” No sooner had he finished than another voice rang out, “And me, and me!”

The head of the Cohen Family’s face darkened, “Who else is there?”

He looked up, sensing something.

In the sky, a dozen or so aircraft were approaching.

The leading aircraft opened its cabin door, revealing a young man with platinum blonde hair.

The Air Fleet Commander of IBI, Anthony!