A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of Ninghai City First Hospital, like the dying howl of a wounded wild beast.

Zhao Xinhai lay on the pristine white bed in the VIP ward, his face ashen, his hair soaked with sweat.

Every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain in my legs.

The doctor had just left, and the diagnosis he left behind was like a cold knife, completely shattering his last bit of hope.

Comminuted fracture.

Both kneecaps are completely ruined.

"Mr. Zhao, please take good care of yourself."

The assistant stood by the bed, his voice trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear.

He had witnessed the scene in the office earlier; that man named Qin Yang was simply a devil crawled out of hell.

Zhao Xinhai suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his assistant.

That look in his eyes was filled with resentment and madness, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

"Take care of yourself?"

He squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair! How am I supposed to take care of myself?"

"Tell me, where are that bastard Qin Yang and that bitch?"

He tried to sit up abruptly, but the movement aggravated the injury in his leg. The intense pain caused him to groan again, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead once more.

The assistant shuddered in fright and quickly said, "Mr. Zhao, please don't be agitated. The doctor said you need to rest..."

"Rest in peace?" Zhao Xinhai's face contorted in rage, his features twisted in a grimace. "My legs were broken by someone, and you're telling me to rest in peace?"

"I want him dead! I want Qin Yang to die a horrible death!"

"And that Shangguan Wan, I'll make her wish she were dead!"

He roared hysterically, his chest heaving violently, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

The assistant dared not offer any further advice and simply stood trembling to the side.

Zhao Xinhai took a few deep breaths, a resolute ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

He stretched out his trembling hand and pointed to the bedside table.

"My phone, give me my phone!"

The assistant quickly handed over the phone.

Zhao Xinhai snatched the phone, and because his fingers were still trembling slightly, he tried several times before he was able to unlock the screen.

He found a number, took a deep breath, and with all his might, pressed the dial button.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Hello?"

An aged yet powerful voice, carrying the authority of someone long accustomed to a high position, came from the receiver.

Zhao Xinhai's voice instantly became tearful, filled with grievance and endless hatred.

"Grandpa, it's me, Xinhai..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if someone was somewhat surprised.

"Xinhai, what's wrong? What's wrong with your voice?"

"Grandpa! I've been crippled!"

Zhao Xinhai could no longer hold back and burst into tears, recounting the events that had occurred in the office, embellishing the story and twisting the facts.

He emphasized how arrogant and domineering Qin Yang was, how he didn't respect him and the Zhao family, how he cruelly broke his legs, and how Qin Yang coveted Shangguan Wan and intended to humiliate the Zhao family.

"He broke my legs! Grandpa! He broke both my legs in front of everyone!"

He said that our Zhao family is nothing but a fart in his eyes!

Zhao Xinhai wept uncontrollably, portraying himself as a pitiful wretch who had suffered endless humiliation and torment.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.

The air seemed to freeze.

The assistant in the ward could even feel an invisible, suffocating, terrifying pressure emanating from the small cell phone receiver.

After a long while, the aged voice rang out again, but this time, it was filled with a chilling killing intent, as if it came from the deepest hell.

"Dare to touch anyone from the Zhao family?"

"Good...very good!"

"No matter who he is, where he comes from, or what his background is, the Zhao family will make sure he dies!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a bloody taste.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xinhai revealed a ferocious and triumphant smile, which, mixed with tears, looked particularly distorted.

Qin Yang, you're dead!

Shangguan Wan, you bitch, just wait to die!

...

at the same time.

On a private island dozens of kilometers away from the center of Ninghai City.

Inside a vast and extremely luxurious Chinese manor.

An elderly man dressed in a Tang suit, with gray hair but vigorous spirit and an imposing face, slowly put down the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand.

The teacup landed on the rosewood table with a soft thud.

He is Zhao Xinhai's grandfather, the current head of the Zhao family, and a big shot in Ninghai and even the entire Jiangnan region whose every move can shake the ground—Zhao Tianhai!

That phone call just now stirred up a raging storm in his once calm heart!

How many years has it been?

Since Zhao Tianhai secured his position as the head of the Zhao family and became the dominant figure in Ninghai, how many years has it been since anyone dared to challenge the Zhao family's authority like this?

What's more, this time the one who was crippled was one of his most beloved grandsons!

This is not only a slap in the face to Zhao Xinhai, but also a slap in the face to Zhao Tianhai and the entire Zhao family!

"Someone come here!"

Zhao Tianhai's voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Immediately, a middle-aged man dressed in black training clothes, with a calm and steady demeanor, appeared silently in the study and knelt on one knee.

"Master!"

"Investigate!" Zhao Tianhai's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Find out who that kid named Qin Yang is!"

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