Does This Emit Blue Light

"I... I'm Feng Kang's illegitimate son."

Zhang Shuaikai hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to be honest. At this point, hiding his identity was pointless.

"Then why is your surname Zhang?" Xu Mu asked calmly.

"My mother was tricked by Feng Kang into getting pregnant. He promised to marry her but later abandoned her. She left and took me with her."

Zhang Shuaikai clenched his fists as he spoke. "I took my mother's surname."

"Tch. So now you're licking up to your rich father by doing his dirty work?"

Xu Mu's face twisted in disdain. "How pathetic."

"No! I just—"

"Just what? Obeying him like a dog? After years of being his spy, what have you gained? Did you really think he’d accept you?"

Xu Mu cut him off. "I can’t even look at you. You’re worse than Feng Kang’s other illegitimate daughter."

"Another illegitimate daughter?"

Zhang Shuaikai frowned. He knew Feng Kang had two legitimate sons but had never heard of a daughter.

"She’s just like you—her mother was also wronged by Feng Kang. But do you know what she wants? To destroy the Feng Family and avenge her mother."

Xu Mu pointed at Zhang Shuaikai. "You’re not even half the woman your sister is. And you call yourself a man? You’re a disgrace to your mother!"

"I—I..."

Zhang Shuaikai’s breathing grew ragged.

Now that he thought about it, Feng Kang had dangled a carrot in front of him—promising that if he dealt with the Xu Family, he’d be given control of one of the Feng Family’s subsidiaries.

But how realistic was that? The Xu Family had just launched a blockbuster weight-loss drug. By the time Feng Kang died of old age, the Xu Family might still be standing strong.

And once Feng Kang was gone, his legitimate sons would take over. Who would even remember an illegitimate son like him?

"Xu Shao! Can I meet my sister?" Zhang Shuaikai asked.

"You can. But not now. If you’re willing to help me against the Feng Family, like she is, you can stay here."

Xu Mu stood up to leave. "If not, pack your things and go. I’ll give you a day to decide."

Zhang Shuaikai watched Xu Mu’s retreating figure before slumping onto the sofa.

Pack up and leave? Where would he go?

He knew for a fact the Feng Family wouldn’t take him in. At thirty-five, could he even find another job this good?

By the time he finished that thought, the answer was already clear in his eyes.

......

Xu Mu took the elevator down to the lobby.

From a distance, Li Yun, surrounded by a few staff members, hurried over.

The employees nearby, realizing their new supervisor had connections with someone of Xu Mu’s stature, were eager to curry favor.

"Xiao Xu—no, Xu Shao."

Li Yun quickly corrected herself.

"Auntie, I helped you so we could be closer. Why does it feel like you’re pushing me away instead?"

Xu Mu walked up to her and asked.

[Affection +20]

"Then... maybe I should call you Xiao Mu?"

Li Yun felt a little embarrassed. Calling him "Xiao Xu" made it sound like he was her subordinate.

"Sure. Stay here for now. I’ll head back first."

Xu Mu smiled at her.

"Alright, I’ll work hard!" Li Yun said, following him briefly.

Xu Mu nodded before driving off.

On the highway, Xu Mu quickly noticed something was off—a car seemed to be tailing him.

A glance in the rearview mirror confirmed it: a black Mercedes V-Class, all seven seats occupied by burly men.

One of them in the back was holding seven steel rebars, each about a meter long.

Xu Mu pulled over to the side of the road and waited.

When the Mercedes slowed down instead of passing him, he knew they were after him.

"How amateurish. If they’d sent a real assassin, I might’ve been interested."

With a sigh, he parked and stepped out, heading toward a nearby underpass.

Better to deal with them here. He didn’t want them following him back to Jiang City and causing trouble for those around him.

The men in the Mercedes quickly parked as well.

"Boss, what’s going on? He got out!"

The buzz-cut man in the passenger seat pointed ahead.

"Probably taking a piss under the bridge. Perfect—no cameras around. Let’s move!"

The driver, a middle-aged man with a scarred cheek, parked and turned off the engine.

Each of them pulled black ski masks from their pockets and slipped them on.

Armed with steel rebars, they rushed toward the underpass.

Xu Mu stood waiting, hands in his pockets.

Soon, seven masked men appeared before him.

"Xu Mu, right?"

The scar-faced leader smirked.

"That’s me. What do you want?"

Xu Mu kept his tone light, a faint smile on his lips.

"Someone paid us 800,000 to break three of your legs. Try to hold still—it’ll hurt, but not for long."

The leader lunged forward—only to freeze mid-step.

Because Xu Mu was now pointing a Desert Eagle directly at them.

The scar-faced man burst out laughing. "Kid, you tryin’ to make me die laughing so you can inherit my student loans?"

The others joined in, howling with amusement.

"Bringing a toy gun to scare Daddy?"

"Is that thing a water pistol or a BB gun? Does it light up blue when you shoot?"

......

They were practically rolling on the ground. In any other country, they might’ve been worried—but this was China.

BANG!

The deafening shot echoed through the underpass, leaving their ears ringing.

The leader looked down at the bloody hole in his calf, eyes wide with horror. "Holy shit—it’s real?!"

THUD!

He collapsed, howling like a slaughtered pig.

The others went pale, their bravado vanishing instantly.

They hadn’t expected a real gun.

Dropping their weapons, they turned to run.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Xu Mu’s calm voice stopped them cold.

Their legs turned to lead. They knew bullets were faster than they were.

"B-Boss... spare us! Please!"

One of the thugs couldn’t take the pressure and dropped to his knees, kowtowing.

The others quickly followed suit.

Who could’ve guessed Xu Mu was packing heat?

"Take off the masks."

Xu Mu crouched down, spinning the Desert Eagle lazily in his hand.

The seven men hastily removed their ski masks, not daring to breathe too loudly.

"Now talk. Who sent you? Lie to me, and you know what happens."

The gun’s barrel glinted under the dim light as they trembled, praying it wouldn’t go off.