Fu Dong couldn't remember exactly how long he had been kidnapped, but it had been a few days. Living in this one-bedroom apartment with no windows, no sunlight, and only artificial light, he could only rely on his intuition to tell the time. He would eventually get sleepy, and it would be after nine o'clock at night. His biological clock was accurate, which was a skill in itself.

Less than a year after being rescued by his father, he ended up back in the hands of these people again. Sure enough, his heart is very important, otherwise they wouldn't have kept him alive until he was thirty.

Tsk... So, is fate really predetermined, something you can't escape or shake off?

This time, it was because an old customer called and said that he had brought back a batch of auto parts from Europe and America. It was the latest batch that had been phased out by the hY Group. All models were shipped back to him. The price was increased by 30% on the original basis, but there was a condition: he had to come to his home to inspect the goods, in case hY's dogs in China found out.

Given hY's methods, once they discover that Taohua Auto Parts has been taken away by China, their first reaction will inevitably be to kill all the underhanded people they have been in contact with. This is also an extreme form of blockade imposed by hY's country on China's auto parts technology.

Even so, money can be a powerful motivator, and some people will still take the risk.

This long-time customer had been with the Fu family for over ten years, and the level of trust between them was very high. Fu Dong didn't think too much about it and went to see him.

only……

hehe……

That's how she was taken away from his house.

I remember the scene of that person kneeling down and begging for mercy, crying and kowtowing and apologizing, saying that he and his family could not die, so he, Fu Dong, had to die, right?

Look at human nature, how terrifyingly selfish it is.

At the Taian International Hotel in Jiuling District, Guangzhou, several luxurious imported black cars drove into the lavish lobby. Uniformed doormen immediately came forward, bowing to welcome them, but dared not step out of line to open the car doors for them, because the bodyguards forbade it.

More than a dozen bodyguards stood in a row, and only a few men got out of the luxury car in the middle. Among them was a young man wearing glasses who was sitting in a wheelchair. Even the black sunglasses could not hide his pale face.

A man and a woman carrying black packages followed a young man in sunglasses who was being pushed along, one on each side, into the hotel. Some of the bodyguards led the way, while others were deployed to guard the other three groups.

This scene doesn't look like that of an ordinary person.

They are foreigners; you can tell from their voices.

"Master, the donor has been arranged, and today is the right time." Upon reaching the sixth floor of the hotel, a man in black stepped forward, bowed, and said.

The young man nodded, his face, hidden behind his glasses, revealing no emotion.

The man in black took over the bodyguard's position and pushed the young man into the corridor on the right side of the hall. After several turns, they entered the room at the very end.

Pushing open the door, one finds a sterile room with an extremely low temperature. The operating table, lights, various instruments, and medicines are all readily available and arranged on both sides of the operating table. Medical staff in sterile gowns are also in place, and upon seeing the young man enter, everyone bows respectfully in welcome.

The young man glanced around and signaled the man in black to leave. The four bodyguards who followed him then entered, closed the door, changed into sterile gowns, and retreated to a corner. Medical staff then came forward to help the young man change into sterile gowns and helped carry him onto the operating table.

Next, a series of pre-operative examinations will take some time.

One of the medical staff walked to the wall and tapped rhythmically four times. The snow-white wall then clicked open to reveal a room.

The medical staff went in, and soon two more came out pushing a movable operating table. On it lay a handsome man, his naked body covered by sterile drapes, his eyes closed, silent and still.

"Donor in position." With that announcement, the two operating tables were placed side by side.

The young man under the operating light turned his head at this moment, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that resembled a woman. His long eyelashes and dark eyes were half-closed as he looked at the unconscious man on the operating table to the side. His purplish lips were raised high. He, Teng Yuanyi, would be reborn after today!

He wants to inherit his kingdom and build Tengyuan Yishang into the number one conglomerate in Asia and even the world!

With a faint smile, the anesthetic on her wrist was gradually injected into her vein. She turned her head, slowly closed her eyes, and waited for the moment of rebirth to arrive.

Outside the hotel entrance, a group of uninvited guests wearing masks arrived.

Knowing that Fu Dong was upstairs, Fu Quan was anxious to bring people in, but he was stopped at the door.

"Excuse me, Tai'an Hotel is not accepting guests today. Please leave." The doorman, dressed in a well-fitting uniform, had an arrogant look in his eyes, as if the hotel were his own business. His face was full of arrogance.

"Tsk..." A girl wearing a mask stepped forward from the crowd. The doorman only heard a faint "tsk" before losing consciousness.

"Go in, there's no time." Yuan Zhuan looked down at the red line in his palm, a trace of Yin energy already covering its end.

"Go, cover up anything that shouldn't be there." Before even entering the hall, Yuan Zhuan scattered a handful of small black paper figures. Strangely, the paper figures floated in the air but did not land. Like butterflies, they scattered everywhere, flying towards the cameras in various corners. Some even nimbly slithered into the cracks of doors, like snakes.

Security team members: ...

Time was so tight that there was no time to marvel.

"Swiftness talisman! Take the stairs, quick!" Yuan Zhuan gave the command, and the Swiftness talisman in his hand was already activated. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

The two men Fu Quan brought were stunned, but they quickly recovered and followed Fu Quan up the stairs.

Inside the sterile room, small black paper figures scurried in through the crack in the door, almost instantly rushing toward the eyes of the medical staff.

"Ah! What is that?!"

"What the hell?!"

"Hiss... What is that?!" Several screams followed, and the scalpel fell to the ground. In her sudden panic, she knocked over all the instruments on the nearby cabinet.

The medical staff who fell to the ground frantically tried to remove the unknown object from their eyes, but the icy coldness on their fingertips felt like touching the skin of a dead person, chilling them to the bone. At that moment, screams of extreme terror filled the air.

"Help!" Inside the sterile room, medical staff and bodyguards were in complete chaos. Apart from the two people on the operating table who were asleep after being anesthetized, everyone else was scattered everywhere like headless flies, groping around and frantically trying to escape.

The lead bodyguard was the first to react, immediately pulling out his communicator from his pocket. Before he could even dial, his hands were stuck together by a black piece of paper that had come prepared. The rectangular communicator was pushed away by the paper figure and fell to the ground.

Unable to see, the bodyguard cursed as he scrambled to the ground, fumbling for his communicator.

Just as things were in chaos, the door was suddenly flung open.

Someone's come in!! A lot of people!!

Within seconds, all the people on the ground in chaos were brought under control. Yuan Zhuan walked in and immediately locked his gaze on Fu Dong on the operating table. His expression was cold as he swept over the shallow knife mark on the heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness! Any slower and this poor rascal would be meeting Meng Po (the goddess of forgetfulness in Chinese mythology)!

"Take them away."

Bai Jianqiang strode forward and obeyed the order.

"Master, what should we do with him?" Wu Tianqing's furious gaze was fixed on the young man's face.

A murderous intent flashed in Wu Tianqing's eyes!

Such tycoons who disregard human life should not be allowed to live in this world!

"You want to kill him?" Yuan Zhuan saw through his thoughts and asked with a smile.

"Is that alright?" Wu Tianqing asked rhetorically, the knife in his hand already showing its sharpness.

"No, that bastard is better off dying back in his own country." The doorman saw Fu Quan's face, so killing him was not an option.

It's just a bit of a pity.

"You all go first." After everyone left, Yuan Zhuan closed the door and ransacked the room, leaving no stone unturned, not even the surgical tape.

"These are all good things. We don't have them in China." Her security team's medical staff could use them.

The system looked at the operating table that appeared in the backpack, and the data became disordered.

This host doesn't discriminate between meat and vegetables; he stuffs everything into the system's inventory without a care for the mess!

Throwing the young man onto the cold floor, Yuan Zhuan raised his foot and crushed the young man's wrists and finger bones until they were reduced to a powdery mess that couldn't be stuck together. Only then did he sigh with satisfaction.

"You bastard! Do you think anyone can mess with the people I, Yuan Zhuan, protect?" You're asking for it!

A surge of malevolent energy shot out from Yuan Zhuan's fingertips and entered the young man's brow, causing his already mediocre fortune to decline even further.

Yuan Zhuan guided him into the Palace of Youth.

At most ten days! He will surely die!

"If you're going to die, go back to your own country and die there. Otherwise, I'll tear your body to pieces and feed it to the dogs!"

After doing all this, Yuan Zhuan disappeared from the room. As for the medical staff and bodyguards on the ground, they had long since lost consciousness; their hands and feet had been crushed into powder.

Clearly, the security guards share the same preferences as their boss.

Fu Quan rushed halfway when he encountered Bai Jianqiang, who was walking down the road. When he saw his son's body wrapped in a sterile sheet, Fu Quan's vision went black and he almost fainted on the spot. Fortunately, Wu Tianqing stepped forward and pulled him back. "Uncle Quan, time is of the essence. We must leave immediately."

"good."

Everyone came and went in a hurry, thanks to the fact that the hotel was booked for the whole day, so no outsiders noticed anything amiss in the hotel.

One by one, unlicensed black cars started up and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

In the car, holding his unconscious son, Fu Quan burst into tears. The shock of losing and then finding his son again overwhelmed him, causing him to break down.

"Dongdong, my son..."

With red eyes, Wu Tianqing turned to look out the window, unable to bear it any longer.

He learned about Fu Dong's situation from Cao Ming. Having also experienced the joy of losing something and then regaining it, he could empathize with Fu Quan and Fu Dong's experiences. Compared to Fu Dong, his brothers seemed happier; at least, no one had taken them away from their families, and no one wanted to take their lives at any moment.

Thinking of Yuan Zhuan, Wu Tianqing once again thanked God in his heart for letting him meet such a boss. Now he has the whole world, and for the rest of his life, he will repay his boss for recognizing his talent and saving his life.

Not long after Yuan Zhuan and his group left, the doormen and service staff in the lobby came to their senses and saw that many people around them were lying on the ground or sitting on the ground in a daze. Some of the quick-thinking ones were already preparing to call the police.

Manager Zhou Shijian reacted quickly, got up, rushed over and pressed down on Qi Wang, who was about to dial the police. "They're here for the higher-ups. Don't do anything rash. I'll check the surveillance footage first. Take your card and go upstairs. Make sure there are no guards outside before you swipe your card to go in and watch. Remember that? I'll call the police myself after I've watched the footage."

Qi Wang met the manager's sharp eyes, felt a pang of panic, and quickly nodded.

Zhou Shijian took out a specially made steel card and put it into Qi Wang's palm. He then found two male waiters and went to the monitoring room at the back.

One surveillance camera after another was turned on, and the overwhelming blackness immediately blocked the entire view. The cameras couldn't even reveal what the black objects were. Most strangely, these black things appeared all at once, as if someone had covered them with a cloth, but…

Zhou Shijian looked up at the camera hanging in the corner of the high wall and fell silent.

At that height, it's impossible for many people to cover the camera hole at the same time.

So, what exactly is it?

In the back office of the monitoring room, everyone fell into deep thought.

It was the first time in Qi Wang's life that he had been entrusted with such an important task. He led his men up to the upper floors with great pride and found the room the manager had asked him to check. After looking around and confirming that there were no guards, he reached out and inserted his card. With a ding, the door opened.

Inside the room, the sight on the floor stunned Qi Wang and the dozen or so waiters. The pairs of venomous eyes on the floor looked at them as if they were prey about to be slaughtered.

The heart, with its own thoughts, starts beating rapidly.

"Go get my phone and dial the number 1!" Fujiwara Ichijun, the first to wake up, said in broken Chinese.

These words were spoken to Qi Wang, the leader.

His gaze was filled with death.

His gaze swept across the room, memorizing the faces of everyone present, then he lowered his eyelashes and lay down perfectly straight.

Today, none of those who witnessed all of this can survive!

Shortly after the call was made, a group of men in black arrived at the hotel and headed straight for the floor where the VIP was located.

Qi Wang couldn't understand it until the very last moment: why did these people stab him in the back the moment they came up? What gave them the right to kill people so recklessly here?!

Zhou Shijian hid as soon as the men in black appeared and made a phone call to his superiors to report the situation. His superiors told him to hide and not to worry about anything.

Hiding in a secluded, dark room, watching one limp, black-clad man after another being carried off the plane, wailing as they were taken away, my heart pounded with fear.

Even after everyone left, Qi Wang and the waiters who had gone with him did not appear.

Even without going up to see, Zhou Shijian had already imagined their fate.

Dead...killed...

In the five years he worked here, these people had come three times. Each time, they would kill someone. Sometimes it was an innocent waiter, and sometimes it was a stranger. The bodies were always disposed of by people sent from above. When the higher-ups came, they didn't say anything, but just told him and his men to shut up, or else they would have no way to survive.

He obeyed, and as a result, he now enjoys a high income and a high status.

His previous smugness has been shattered by what he sees today, which has brought him to a sudden realization: the 'wealth' and 'position' he was so proud of might ultimately lead to him having the life to gain them but not the life to enjoy them.

He has to leave, to leave alive...