"Send all three generations of their family to the hospital."
Zhao Yongrong turned his head and looked at the dozen or so security guards beside him, signaling: "Without the boss's order, they can't die now. Leave them a dog's life and wait for the boss's punishment."
"Yes!"
More than ten security guards surrounded Su Bingtian, Su Jianguo, and Su Wenchao, carried them out of the office.
"And you two as well."
Then, Zhao Yongrong walked behind the sofa and patted Chen Shaohui and Chen Zhong He on the shoulders, reminding them: "What you just saw and heard, it's best to keep it buried in your hearts. If it gets out through your mouths..."
"Heh heh, maybe another day, I'll personally pay a visit to your Glorious Film Company."
The threat was strong!
After saying that, without waiting for Chen Shaohui and Chen Zhong He to agree or refuse, he turned and left.
Li Lixing and Wang Zhitao followed closely behind.
In the huge office, in a flash there were only Chen Shaohui and his father Chen Zhong He left. Chen Shaohui couldn't help but ask: "Dad, what on earth is going on?"
"I don't know."
Chen Zhong He shook his head. Although he had witnessed the whole process, he was still confused.
"Then our cooperation with the Su family..."
"The Su family is finished!"
Chen Zhong He stood up, lowered his head to look at the contract torn to shreds on the floor, his face solemn: "If it was just some big shot in Quancheng, even if the richest man in Quancheng Qian Bancheng intervened personally, it wouldn't make Song Qingshan and Su Bingtian so scared. So the one who called just now must be at least a provincial level leader, or even an authority figure in Beijing!"
"For a figure of this level to get involved in Quancheng's affairs, Quancheng's sky is probably going to change!"
A provincial level leader?
An authority figure in Beijing?
Chen Shaohui was terrified. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Xiao Zhan.
To be exact, he thought of the strange black card Xiao Zhan had, and the scene of Qian Yiming fleeing in panic.
Was there a connection between Qian Yiming's abnormal reaction and that black card?
If so!
It would mean that the black card was definitely extraordinary, very special, so special that even Qian Yiming would shy away.
Who was Qian Yiming??
The son of Quancheng's richest man, Qian Bancheng. Looking at the whole of Quancheng, what could make him feel fear?
The only thing Chen Shaohui could think of was precisely provincial level leaders and authority figures in Beijing!
But Xiao Zhan...
Could that unremarkable looking guy really be that f*cking awesome?
"What are you thinking about?"
Chen Zhong He noticed his son's abnormality.
"Nothing, nothing."
Chen Shaohui came back to his senses and asked, "Dad, have you ever seen a black bank card? Pitch black, with a strange logo and a series of English letters on it..."
He was quite far away at the time, so Chen Shaohui couldn't see it clearly. He could only roughly describe it to Chen Zhong He from memory.
"Oh?"
Chen Zhong He's eyebrows furrowed as he pondered for a moment and shook his head. "No impression. Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"I met someone today."
Then Chen Shaohui also told Chen Zhong He about Xiao Zhan: "He is the Su family's new son-in-law. Su Muqiu's husband. I heard he was imprisoned five years ago for rape and has just been released from prison..."
"Five years ago???"
"Rape!!!"
The speaker had no intention, but the listener took interest. Chen Shaohui did not participate in that incident five years ago and did not know about it, so these words came out of his mouth lightly, as if insignificant.
But Chen Zhong He was different!
Chen Zhong He was at the banquet at that time, and was one of the masterminds behind the scenes. He knew the ins and outs of the whole thing clearly, of course he also knew what happened to Miao Xiangzhu and Xiao Zhan mother and son.
One was imprisoned unjustly, the other returned to Beijing and knelt to death at the Xiao family's door!
Miao Xiangzhu's grave was in the Yong'an Mausoleum Cemetery in the western suburbs of Quancheng!
What a coincidence?
Also five years ago, also a rape charge!
And it just so happened to be the Su family's son-in-law, and Su Muqiu's husband!
At that time, Su Muqiu was chosen and thrown onto Xiao Zhan's bed as evidence that Xiao Zhan committed rape. This was the result of Chen Zhong He's discussion with the Zhang family patriarch Zhang Fenglin and the Liu family patriarch Liu Hangong.
So outsiders didn't know, the Su family didn't know, and even Su Muqiu herself didn't know that Xiao Zhan was actually Su Xiaomeng's biological father.
But Chen Zhong He knew!
To be safe, Chen Zhong He had always kept the incident five years ago buried in his heart, and had never mentioned it to anyone, not even his son Chen Shaohui, who was completely unaware.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Zhong He's drastic change of expression frightened Chen Shaohui.
"Tell me about that man, what's his name? What does he look like? How old is he? Describe his height, build, everything you can remember about him in as much detail as possible!"
Chen Zhong He stopped and grabbed Chen Shaohui excitedly, his hands shaking.
"Dad, why are you..."
Chen Shaohui frowned, shocked and puzzled. He couldn't help but think: "Could it be that Xiao Zhan is really a hidden master, not only did Qian Yiming recognize his identity and fled in panic, even my dad knows him??"
"Don't talk nonsense, speak!"
However, Chen Zhong He just kept asking questions, and didn't seem inclined to explain.
Helplessly, Chen Shaohui could only tell the truth: "His surname is Xiao, called Xiao Zhan, in his twenties, about 1.85 meters tall, strong physique, sturdy figure, very skilled in martial arts..."
"Xiao Zhan!"
Although he was mentally prepared, when Chen Shaohui said the name "Xiao Zhan", Chen Zhong He still felt like he was struck by lightning. He murmured: "It's him! It really is him!"
"He's out!"
His voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of indescribable panic and viciousness.
Chen Shaohui asked, "Dad, do you know him?"
"Let's go!"
Chen Zhong He still didn't tell Chen Shaohui about Xiao Zhan's identity. He pulled Chen Shaohui along hurriedly: "Shaohui, go home immediately and pack up. Book a flight for tomorrow..."
"No! Book a flight for tonight, go to Beijing with your mother! Go to Beijing to find your second uncle and big brother. They have been developing the market in Beijing over the past few years and have done quite well."
Chen Shaohui was stunned.
"Go to Beijing?"
He looked incredulous and asked: "Why are you suddenly telling me to go to Beijing with my mom? And it's as if we're fleeing for refuge! Dad, are you hiding something from me?"
Even someone as dull as Chen Shaohui realized something was wrong. Moreover, there seemed to be a big problem here, big enough that the usually calm and composed Chen Zhong He was also in disarray and seemed unable to cope.
"Listen to your dad, I'm right!"
Chen Zhong He said solemnly: "Don't think about anything, don't ask anything. When you get to Beijing, your second uncle will tell you the reason."
"Don't worry, dad will be fine."
After leaving the Su Group building and seeing Chen Shaohui off in the black Mercedes-Benz until he disappeared at the end of the street, Chen Zhong He finally took a deep breath, turned around and got in the car, instructing the driver: "Take me to Haihu Hotel immediately!"
Then he took out his phone, found Zhang Fenglin and Liu Hangong's numbers, and called them one by one...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
