Three days after Ye Chen's death.
Everything in Jinling was as usual.
No one knew that a self-proclaimed child of destiny, favored by heaven, had vanished from this world.
His death caused no ripples.
Like a stone thrown into the ocean, it didn't even make a splash.
Trending searches about him stayed on the internet for two days before being submerged by new gossip and news.
People's memories are short.
Especially for a loser.
Shen Fei sat in his study, looking through the detailed intelligence on his new prey on the system panel.
Lin Tian.
Asura Dragon King.
Thirty-one years old, origin unknown, joined the army at fifteen, entered the special forces at eighteen, became the youngest special operations captain at twenty.
Retired at twenty-three, established the Dragon King Palace in Southeast Asia, spent five years integrating a hundred thousand retired soldiers, and built an underground empire spanning several countries.
At twenty-eight, for some unknown reason, he returned to the country and married into the second-tier wealthy Lin family in Jinling, becoming a useless live-in son-in-law.
Enduring for three years.
Until now.
Shen Fei looked at the photo of Lin Tian on the intelligence report.
A resolute and cold face, sharp cheekbones, the corner of his mouth slightly skewed to the right, naturally carrying a sinister temperament.
The eyes were the most prominent part of the photo.
Deep, sharp, cold.
Those were eyes that had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Completely different from Ye Chen.
Ye Chen came down from the mountain, a genius raised in a greenhouse. Pure to the bone, impulsive, and easily angered.
But Lin Tian was different.
This man had crawled through piles of dead bodies on the battlefield, engaged in gunfights and knife fights with drug lords in the jungles of Southeast Asia.
His endurance was not due to his personality, but trained.
A soldier's endurance.
Purposeful endurance.
Every second of endurance was accumulating power, waiting only for an opportunity to erupt.
Shen Fei closed the intelligence report and leaned back in his chair.
"Interesting."
The data on the system panel lay there coldly.
[Child of Destiny: Lin Tian]
[Luck Value: 15000 (SSS+)]
[Strength: Peak Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm]
[Danger Level: Extremely Dangerous]
15000 luck value.
Nearly double that of Ye Chen.
And Lin Tian's strength was peak Grandmaster, higher than Ye Chen before he took the Limit-Breaking Pill.
Not to mention he had the Dragon King Palace composed of a hundred thousand retired soldiers behind him.
This prey was much harder to deal with than Ye Chen.
But Shen Fei's current trump cards were not what they used to be either.
Martial Arts Great Grandmaster.
The Indestructible Body from the Marrow-Cleansing and Bone-Cutting Pill.
Grandmaster-level medical skills plus Medical Immortal inheritance.
Golden Dragon of Luck.
Twin Grandmaster-level assassins.
Ten thousand villain points.
And the Shen family's own massive background.
The prey had grown stronger.
But the hunter had grown stronger too.
Just as Shen Fei was thinking, his phone rang.
It was his secretary.
"Young Master Shen, Ms. Lin Ruobing of the Lin's Logistics Group submitted a business cooperation letter of intent, hoping to cooperate deeply with the Shen's in the logistics sector. She wants to arrange a meeting with you."
"Also, the Lin family is hosting a family banquet the night after tomorrow, inviting over a dozen entrepreneurs from the Jinling business circle. The Old Madam Lin specifically invited you."
The Lin family.
Shen Fei glanced at the system panel.
Next to Lin Ruobing's name glowed a red light.
Original plot heroine.
"Reply to the Lin family, I will attend."
"Yes, Young Master Shen."
Hanging up the phone, Shen Fei stood up.
The night after tomorrow, the Lin family banquet.
Time to meet this Asura Dragon King.
...
Two days later.
East of Jinling city, the Lin family mansion.
The Lin family couldn't be considered a top-tier wealthy family in Jinling, but they were still a family of standing.
The older generation started in logistics, and after three generations of management, the Lin's Logistics Group held a considerable market share in the East China region.
But that was all.
Compared to the Shen family, the Lin family was like a little brother among little brothers.
Tonight's family banquet was hosted by Old Madam Lin.
The old madam was in her seventies, energetic, spoke with a strong voice, and was the actual helmsman of the Lin family.
The banquet hall was brightly lit, a dozen round tables covered with white tablecloths, set with exquisite tableware.
Over a dozen prominent entrepreneurs from the Jinling business circle attended with their families.
When Shen Fei arrived, he was the last one.
But no one thought he was late.
Because everyone present knew a truth.
The real big shots always arrive last.
Shen Fei wore a dark gray casual suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt open.
Casual, but decent.
Su Qingxue didn't come with him tonight.
He walked into the hall alone.
But he alone was enough.
The temperature of the entire banquet hall seemed to drop two degrees the moment he stepped in.
All voices of conversation lowered.
Gazes gathered in unison.
Old Madam Lin personally came forward to greet him.
The seventy-something old madam walked briskly, her face full of smiles.
"Young Master Shen! I have been looking forward to this for a long time! Please come in, please! Take the seat of honor!"
The old madam held Shen Fei's hand, as affectionate as if treating her own grandson.
The entrepreneurs present stood up one after another to greet him.
"Hello, Young Master Shen!"
"I've heard so much about you!"
"It's an honor to have Young Master Shen grace us with his presence, the Lin family is illuminated!"
Shen Fei responded one by one, neither cold nor warm.
He was arranged to sit at the main table.
There were only five seats at the main table.
Old Madam Lin sat in the main seat, Shen Fei on her right.
On her left sat Lin Ruobing.
Lin Ruobing wore a black slim-fitting long dress tonight, her hair pinned up, revealing a slender neck, wearing a pair of small diamond stud earrings on her ears.
Her temperament was sharp, like a drawn sword.
Her "coldness" was different from Su Qingxue's.
Su Qingxue's coldness was an iceberg, unattainable but not hurtful.
Lin Ruobing's coldness was a blade edge, carrying an aggressive "strangers keep away" vibe.
But when she looked at Shen Fei, that aggressiveness slightly retracted.
"President Shen."
Lin Ruobing nodded, considering it a greeting.
"President Lin."
Shen Fei returned an equally brief greeting.
The communication between the two was crisp and neat, without half a word of nonsense.
There were two seats left at the main table.
One was occupied by Lin Hao, the young master of the Lin family's second branch.
Around twenty-five or six, decent looking, but with frivolous eyes, clearly a playboy.
He held a glass of red wine, occasionally stealing glances in Lin Ruobing's direction, hiding something impure in his eyes.
The last seat.
Empty.
But tableware was set on the table.
Indicating someone hadn't arrived yet.
Shen Fei calmly swept the entire banquet hall with his Eye of Luck.
Various guests, luck values ranging from tens to hundreds.
All ordinary people.
Then his gaze locked onto a corner of the hall.
A man stood there.
Wearing a washed-out white gray shirt, with an ill-fitting black vest over it.
Holding a tray with a few glasses of drinks on it.
He lowered his head, his shoulders slightly hunched, his entire presence minimized to the extreme.
Like an invisible man.
But Shen Fei's Eye of Luck wouldn't lie.
Above that person's head, a golden pillar of light shot straight to the ceiling!
Thick!
Bright!
At least three times thicker than Ye Chen's pillar of light back then!
Luck value: 15000.
SSS+ level.
Lin Tian.
He was carrying a tray.
At his own family banquet, serving drinks to guests.
Like a servant.
Just as Shen Fei was observing him, a voice rang out from the side.
"Oh my, brother-in-law is here!"
Lin Hao, holding a glass of red wine, swaggered toward the corner.
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for half the hall to hear.
"Brother-in-law, your outfit is really... plain. Why didn't you change into something nicer? Oh right, I forgot, you don't have the money to buy nice clothes. After all, as a kept man, being able to dress like this is already pretty good."
Lin Hao's voice was full of malice.
As he spoke, he looked around at the surrounding guests, as if putting on a show for everyone.
Sure enough, several guests revealed knowing smiles.
Everyone knew that Lin Tian was a live-in son-in-law who had married into the Lin family.
In Jinling's social circles, a live-in son-in-law was a joke.
An existence even lower than a second-class citizen.
Lin Tian held the tray, not looking up.
"Young Master Hao must be joking. I'm going to serve drinks to the guests."
His voice was low, calm, and even carried a trace of humble flattery.
He turned sideways to bypass Lin Hao and continued walking forward.
Lin Hao snorted, looking at his back with disdain.
"Trash."
The word was spoken without any disguise.
Lin Tian's footsteps paused for a moment.
Just for a split second.
Then he continued walking forward.
Without looking back.
Without retorting.
Without any change in expression.
Shen Fei, sitting at the main table, saw this scene clearly.
He noticed a detail.
As Lin Tian walked past, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly into a smirk.
It wasn't a distortion of anger from being humiliated.
But an extremely subtle, fleeting sneer.
That sneer lasted for less than half a second before disappearing.
An ordinary person would never have been able to catch it.
But Shen Fei was no ordinary person.
He saw it.
The amount of information contained in that half-second sneer was immense.
Contempt.
Disdain.
And a certainty of "one day I will make you kneel down and swallow those words."
This was not the expression a bullied live-in son-in-law should have.
This was an expression only a monarch enduring humiliation for a greater purpose would reveal.
Shen Fei picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
The system panel popped up a message in the corner of his vision.
[Luck Eye Analysis Result:]
[Target Lin Tian - Surface aura is weak, but actually extremely concealed. True strength: Peak Martial Dao Grandmaster Realm. Killing intent concentration: Extremely high. This person's hands are covered in blood, conservatively estimated to have directly killed over three hundred people.]
[Warning: This target is extremely dangerous, with mental fortitude far surpassing Ye Chen. Direct provocation may be ineffective. It is recommended to dismantle him starting from his external environment and social relationships.]
Three hundred people.
He had personally killed over three hundred people.
Shen Fei put down his wine glass.
Ye Chen was a doctor who came down the mountain to treat illnesses.
Lin Tian was a butcher with blood on his hands.
They were prey on completely different levels.
The methods used to deal with Ye Chen could not be used here.
He had to change the way he played.
As Shen Fei was thinking, Lin Tian walked over to the main table with his tray.
He placed a glass of orange juice in front of Old Madam Lin, and a glass of red wine in front of Lin Ruobing.
Then he walked up to Shen Fei.
The last cup on the tray was a cup of tea.
"Mr. Shen, please enjoy the tea."
Lin Tian lowered his head, his voice respectful.
But the moment he put down the teacup, his gaze swept across Shen Fei's face from the edge of the tray.
It was only for an instant.
So fast it almost didn't exist.
But Shen Fei caught that gaze.
Ice-cold.
Sharp.
Carrying a knife-like scrutiny.
Their eyes met in the air for less than a tenth of a second.
Then Lin Tian withdrew his gaze and stepped aside.
Continuing to be his invisible self.
Shen Fei picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.
"Thank you."
His tone was casual.
His expression flat.
As if he were speaking to a real servant.
The corner of Lin Tian's mouth twitched again.
This time Shen Fei did not look at him.
But a line of text popped up on the system panel.
[Lin Tian has developed preliminary wariness toward the host. Luck Value slightly increased: +200. Current Luck Value: 15000 to 15200]
It went up again.
Just like Ye Chen, the more he bided his time, the higher his luck value rose.
Shen Fei put down his teacup, his gaze casually sweeping over Lin Ruobing.
She was looking down at her phone, her brows slightly furrowed, as if dealing with some troublesome work matter.
She paid absolutely no attention to Lin Tian's movements.
Even when Lin Hao was humiliating Lin Tian, she didn't so much as look up.
It wasn't deliberate ignorance.
She genuinely didn't care.
To her, Lin Tian was just a burden forced upon her by the family elders.
A stranger who had no intersection with her life.
They just happened to live under the same roof.
Shen Fei withdrew his gaze.
The observation of the prey was complete.
The character profile was clear.
The weakness was essentially locked on.
Lin Tian's weakness wasn't money, power, or reputation.
It was Lin Ruobing.
He had married into the Lin family for three years, enduring humiliation for three years, all for a single purpose.
To one day turn things around in front of everyone and let Lin Ruobing see the real him.
To let her know that she hadn't married a piece of trash.
But a king.
Lin Ruobing was the anchor of his Dao heart.
Pull out this anchor, and the Dragon King would just be a stranded dead snake.
Shen Fei stood up and walked toward the restroom.
Passing by Lin Tian, he slowed his pace by a half-beat.
He didn't look at Lin Tian.
He didn't speak.
He just walked past.
But Lin Tian's gaze lingered on his back for three seconds.
A full three seconds.
For someone who had endured patiently for three years, this was already highly unusual attention.
He felt it.
There was something about Shen Fei that made him instinctively wary.
It wasn't killing intent.
It wasn't hostility.
It was a deeper, indescribable sense of danger.
Like a fierce beast in the jungle instinctively sensing the presence of another fierce beast.
Lin Tian withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and continued carrying his tray.
His face returned to that humble expression.
But a thorn had been planted in his heart.
Shen Fei.
He remembered this name.
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