Part 2
There were the guards on the bridge who perished in the sea of fire, the bodyguards who were manipulated into drawing their guns, the two soldiers, and the airport screening personnel…
Every single one of them was innocent.
Clatter.
His phone slipped from his hand in shock.
Wen Rong gasped for air, practically crawling to reach his phone. In his desperation, he remained in a kneeling position as he searched for Lin Jinghang’s contact and dialed.
One, two, three—the other party hung up.
Wen Rong didn’t give up and called a second time. He had decided that if the call wasn’t answered, he would go back right now and find Lin Jinghang in person.
“Hello—”
The voice from the other end sounded so relaxed it was as if he had just woken up.
“Isn’t it a bit rude to wake someone up so early in the morning?”
Wen Rong was ignited by his casual tone. How could a person be so thick-skinned? To cause so many deaths and still have the nerve to sleep?
“Do you have any idea how many people you’ve killed!”
“If you hadn’t pinned down that bodyguard, those two soldiers wouldn’t have even needed to show up at the airport.” Lin Jinghang let out a yawn. “It’s all because of you.”
“You didn’t just kill four people yesterday. There were the guards on the bridge, and everyone else caught up in this.”
“So what? I saw people dying every day in the apocalypse.”
“If you miss the apocalypse so much, then go back!”
“Wen Rong, you must be very angry right now, right? You lost, so you’re throwing a tantrum.” Lin Jinghang let out a sickening laugh. “Well, what can you do? You’re just a piece of trash.”
Wen Rong went quiet for two seconds, then said helplessly, “You’ve gone mad. You can’t adapt to a normal world. You’re not looking for someone; you’re just looking for a place to go insane.”
“Insane? That’s just what the weak call the str—”
Wen Rong hung up before he could finish his rebuttal.
One, two, three—the phone rang back.
Wen Rong hung up again.
Words couldn’t attack a lunatic like Lin Jinghang, but actions could. By refusing to listen to him and denying him the chance to give his “victory speech,” he wouldn’t be so happy.
I’ve become quite wicked, too.
Wen Rong’s lips twitched into a faint smile.
But that smile vanished instantly. What was the use of making Lin Jinghang angry? Who cared about him—
President Zhou was already dead.
Thump, thump, thump.
For the first time, Wen Rong tried Shi Ye’s method. He slammed his fist against the ground. The moment blood was drawn, an irrepressible sob escaped his lips.
Everything was supposed to be wonderful. Shi Ye had won the world championship, he had earned a 500,000 reward, he was supposed to be on a plane admiring the scenery, and soon, Senior would have returned to school…
And now, Zhou Xie’s father had died in front of him, and Senior might be stranded in the sky.
Wen Rong suddenly experienced the same physical reaction he’d had during the explosion. His limbs were out of control. He closed his eyes, and the image of Senior being declared dead surfaced in his mind, sending a shiver through him.
Kill the enemy.
Kill the enemy.
That declaration, made before President Zhou’s death, bloomed in Wen Rong’s heart once more.
“Brother.”
Wen Rong called out to the system calmly.
[Host, I am here.]
“I don’t want to leave anymore.”
[…]
“But I don’t know what I can do.”
Without waiting for the system to answer, Wen Rong slapped himself hard across the face. “I need to think quickly about what I can do. Senior cannot end up dead like President Zhou.”
[Host…]
Wen Rong’s emotion points hadn’t been cleared in a long time. The blankness at this moment left the system unsure of how to comfort him.
The sun was so fierce. Drips of sweat fell from the tips of his hair to the ground. The people around him didn’t dare disturb him, as everyone knew the reason for his suffering. They were equally pained by the loss of a Federation leader.
“I’ve got it!”
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Rong didn’t speak to the system in his mind but shouted aloud in excitement. On the system panel, Wen Rong’s emotion points instantly maxed out.
[?]
“There is one thing that only I can do.”
He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he turned to apologize to the airport staff, got back into the car that brought him, and headed toward the Federation Bureau of Politics.
Shi Ye received news from the airport while meeting with his young uncle.
“What’s wrong? Is Wang Sichen putting pressure on Chief Justice Ernst again?”
Shi Ye shook his head and replied to the driver with three words: “Listen to him.”
“What’s your stance right now? Shi Changyuan wants to help Wang Sichen, but your grandfather and I would rather hear your opinion.”
The Federation operated on a separation of powers, and the military was independent. The Shi family had controlled the Federation’s military power for many years. In Shi Changyuan’s generation, several brothers who entered the military were either incompetent or died young. Shi Changyuan hadn’t even entered the military; he had entered into a political marriage with the Jiang family, who manufactured munitions, and produced Shi Ye. The Shi family elders only reluctantly let him become the head of the family, hoping he would eventually pass the position to Shi Ye.
Shi Changyuan didn’t see it that way. He had a mysterious confidence in his own judgment. He chose Zhang Wanfei and Shi Jing, and now he was choosing to side with Wang Sichen.
Shi Ye’s lips curled. “I want to wait.”
“Now is the best opportunity.”
“Waiting for a turning point.”
“What turning point?”
“Someone is about to start something big again.”
Shi Ye, who had been somber since the airport shooting, finally flashed a smile. He propped his face on his hand, his sharp features filled with a tenderness like a young boy in love.
“?”
“Young Uncle, help me look into things a bit more first. Do your best to get Leon down.”
“What about you? You’re not doing anything? Just ordering me around?”
“I need to clear my schedule. I’m waiting for orders at any time.”
“Huh?”
Shi Ye tapped the table, his eyes fixed on his phone screen. “He will definitely have a moment when he needs me.”
Time flowed on. The cloudless, sunny day was eventually dotted with a few clouds, stained blood-red by the setting sun.
Shi Ye finally heard his phone ring.
Wen Rong: [Can you accompany me to a certain place?]
Crash!
A flowerpot fell from upstairs and shattered, causing the servants to scatter in a fright.
“Clean it up quickly! The wind is strong tonight; don’t leave flowerpots on the balcony. If someone gets hit and there’s an accident…” The housekeeper’s gaze turned cold, the consequences left unsaid.
The servants of the Wang family sprang into action—moving pots, decorating the venue—busy to the point of dizziness.
Outside the villa, a few drivers who were relatively free were smoking.
“Hey, now that President Zhou is dead, is our boss going to become the President?”
“Good riddance! It’s finally our boss’s turn. We’ll have some prestige from now on, too.”
“Shh, don’t go talking nonsense.”
“What’s there to be afraid of? Is there anyone here to snitch? Besides, even if an outsider heard us, they’d probably be saying ‘good riddance’ right along with us.”
“Never mind that. Did you get a red envelope? The new Young Master is so happy; he sent out huge red envelopes in the group chat.”
“Of course he’s happy. Once our boss becomes President, he’ll be the President’s nephew. He’ll be so distinguished when he goes out.”
“That Young Master Zhao from before wouldn’t even let our new Young Master into the nightclub. Now look at him—he’s coming to beg our Young Master.”
The group chatted merrily. The clouds on the horizon completely dissipated as night fell, and the Wang villa lit up with dazzling lights.
As guests began to arrive, the driver continued to talk. “And that guy—I drove the boss to his house once. Tsk, tiny. Not even half the size of this villa.”
“And that other one, his wife is keeping a pretty boy on the side. Who knows if his kid is even his.”
They talked and talked until a black SUV pulled up at the gate.
“Whose car is that? I’ve never seen this model.”
“You wouldn’t know. White plates—it’s a military vehicle.”
“Hiss—who is it? Such a grand entrance.”
Click.
The car door opened. The driver stepped out, walked around, and opened the rear door.
A figure stepped out of the vehicle.
The colorful lights painted his suit orange. The sharp tailoring outlined a tall, upright silhouette with a slender waist, twisting into a slight, graceful curve.
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