Chapter 774 Red Mountain Sanatorium

“If you want to use others as your weapon, your own hands better be clean first.”

Early the next morning, Xu Wuyi left Xingjing.

He didn’t travel under the identity of Meng Zhishou, nor as Xu Wuyi. Instead, he used a spare ID card provided by the military and boarded an ordinary commercial flight to Northern Plain Province. As for the Inspection Department, he didn’t return there, merely leaving a message for Zhou Bin and the others.

The plane cruised smoothly above the clouds, the view outside the window a vast expanse of white. Xu Wuyi leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.

Red Mountain Sanatorium, located in the northern suburbs of Heihe City, was ostensibly a privately run convalescent facility. In reality, it was inextricably linked to Zheng Mingchuan. Song Qingwu’s people hadn’t been able to infiltrate the sanatorium, so its contents remained a mystery. However, any place that prompted Lu Sheng to visit every three months was definitely far from simple.

With his status in the Inspection Department, Xu Wuyi could act as he saw fit; he didn’t have the same reservations as the Song Family.

Over three hours later, the flight landed at the Heihe City airport.

As Xu Wuyi stepped out of the terminal, a blast of freezing air hit him. Winter in the Northern Plain was far colder than in Dongjiang, with temperatures already plummeting to minus twenty degrees Celsius. Taking a deep breath, he headed toward the parking lot.

A black off-road vehicle awaited him there, arranged in advance by the military’s Northern Plain liaison office. Once inside, he turned on the GPS and entered the address for Red Mountain Sanatorium. The system estimated the drive from the airport would take nearly an hour.

He steered the vehicle out of the lot, heading north along the snow-covered roads. Heihe City wasn’t large, but its streets were wide. The buildings flanking them were mostly low-rise, averaging three or four stories. Pedestrians were scarce, and the occasional passing vehicles drove at a crawl.

Once he passed through the downtown area, the roads grew even more desolate. Vast expanses of white snowfields stretched out on both sides, occasionally punctuated by bare birch trees shivering in the biting wind. Distant mountains were blanketed in snow, appearing exceptionally bleak and desolate beneath the gray sky.

As Xu Wuyi drove, his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, but his mind was elsewhere.

The sanatorium was heavily guarded. The fact that the Song Family couldn’t even get inside proved that there was something highly suspicious going on. Approaching it so directly would certainly draw attention, but he had no need for stealth. He possessed enough power to crush any resistance; all he needed to do was walk right in and demand Lu Sheng’s whereabouts.

Under the coverage of the Power of Order, every movement of every individual was entirely within his grasp. As long as Lu Sheng was still in Heihe City, as long as he dared to show his face, he wouldn’t escape the perception of the Power of Order.

Just over an hour later, a cluster of buildings appeared in the distance.

Nestled deep within the snowfield with no other signs of habitation around, it stood in isolation like a white fortress. The exterior walls of the complex were white, blending almost seamlessly with the surrounding snow. It was enclosed by high walls topped with barbed wire, and security cameras were mounted every few dozen meters. The main entrance consisted of solid black iron gates, currently shut tight. Two men in security uniforms stood guard; the bulging at their waists made it obvious they were armed.

This was Red Mountain Sanatorium.

Xu Wuyi parked the car and stepped out. The freezing wind sliced at his face like a knife. Crunching through the snow, he walked toward the iron gates, step by step.

The two guards quickly noticed him. They simultaneously rested their hands on their waists, glaring at the uninvited guest on high alert. As Xu Wuyi reached the gates, one of the guards stepped forward and raised a hand to stop him.

“Halt! This is a private sanatorium and is not open to the public. Who are you looking for?”

Xu Wuyi didn’t answer. He simply looked at the iron gates, raised his right hand, and gave a gentle push forward.

The iron gates slid silently open to both sides.

The two guards froze. Before they could comprehend what was happening, an invisible force enveloped them. Their minds instantly plunged into chaos, and their bodies went limp, collapsing unconscious onto the ground.

Without so much as a glance at them, Xu Wuyi walked straight into the sanatorium.

Inside was a modest courtyard with several white buildings scattered about, connected by a bluestone-paved pathway. The snow in the courtyard had been swept away, revealing the stone slabs beneath.

In the distance, a few people in white lab coats were walking by. Seeing Xu Wuyi enter, they halted and scrutinized him warily. Xu Wuyi ignored them, heading directly for the largest building on the grounds.

A moment later, the gazes of the staff momentarily glazed over. As if Xu Wuyi had completely vanished from their perception, they returned to their business as though nothing had happened.

The main building had three stories. A plaque hung by the entrance, bearing the words “General Administration Building.”

He pushed the door open to find a corridor lined with offices on both sides. The hallway was quiet, save for the occasional murmur of voices drifting from one of the rooms. Xu Wuyi walked down the corridor, sweeping his gaze over the nameplates on the doors.

Finance Department, Human Resources, Logistics… He continued until he reached the very end of the hall, where he found the room he was looking for.

Director’s Office.

Xu Wuyi pushed open the door. Inside was a room of about thirty square meters, its decor simple yet elegant. A dark, solid wood desk sat by the window, holding an outdated computer and several folders. Behind the desk was a black leather swivel chair, with a dark gray suit jacket draped over the backrest. Two rows of filing cabinets lined the walls, their glass doors polished to a shine, displaying neat rows of binders inside.