Upon hearing this, Bo Yuheng's face darkened like a cloud, and the anger blazing from his eyes almost devoured Sang Yuwan.
"Enough talk. Open it."
He seemed certain that Bo Qingmei had given her the password.
Sang Yuwan's eyes were icy cold. "If I had known the password, I would have opened it long ago."
Bo Yuheng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulging, like the edge of a volcano about to erupt, every muscle tense, releasing energy of dissatisfaction and frustration.
"Rong Zhi, open it."
Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi picked up the briefcase and shrugged.
“Bo Yuheng, you should know common sense. This kind of combination lock box only has three chances to unlock. If you make a mistake, it will never be able to be opened.”
Bo Yuheng felt a sudden tightness in his chest, his face turning almost cyanotic, as if the blood in his body had boiled and then suddenly frozen in an instant.
Rong Zhi lowered his eyebrows slightly, a haughty sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. "Bo Yuheng, a man cannot be untrustworthy. Release the person, and I will spare your life."
Bo Yuheng's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his pupils flashed with a light that was a mixture of resentment and anger, like the sky before a storm, oppressive and dangerous.
"Open."
Rong Zhi's gaze was cold as he stared intently at him. "You suspect this briefcase doesn't belong to Bo Qingmei?"
Bo Yuheng shouted, "That's right."
Rong Zhi's voice was cold and indifferent. "Why don't you take a good look?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the briefcase in his hand flew towards Bo Yuheng without warning.
Bo Yuheng instinctively dodged, and Sang Yuwan took the opportunity to squat down.
A gleaming dagger flew toward Bo Yuheng's wrist, which was holding a gun.
Bang--
A loud noise, accompanied by the pungent smell of gunpowder.
The air was filled not only with vibrations, but also with suffocating chaos.
The next second.
The crystal chandelier crashed heavily onto the floor below, its shards scattering like exploding fireworks, a poignant and blinding spectacle. Dust and tiny fragments danced in the air.
At that moment, the entire space was shrouded in a hazy sadness. The dazzling brilliance of the past vanished in an instant, leaving only a mess and endless astonishment.
Rong Zhi quickly pulled Sang Yuwan up and embraced her.
The men in black rushed in and subdued Bo Yuheng.
"Rong Zhi, you...you all..."
Bo Yuheng's eyes revealed deep despair and hatred.
The gleaming dagger was deeply embedded in his wrist, and the silenced gun had slipped away and disappeared.
Rong Zhi gently patted Sang Yuwan's back, leaned close to her ear, and said softly, "Madam, go upstairs. Leave this to me."
Sang Yuwan broke free from his embrace, tilted her head slightly, and said with a stern expression, "Rong Zhi, don't forget, I am the head of the Bo family."
Rong Zhi's lips curled up slightly, his smile carrying a hint of doting. "Good boy. Go upstairs. Don't dirty your eyes."
Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, her eyes turning icy. "Bo Yuheng is a member of the Bo family, and I should be the one to deal with him."
Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, glanced at the crystal shards scattered on the ground, and said calmly, "Madam misunderstands. I did not intend to overstep my authority, I just did not want you to see blood."
Sang Yuwan gave a faint, superficial smile. After a few seconds of silence, she slowly spoke, "For the sake of the child, I should indeed avoid this."
Rong Zhi asked, "How does Madam intend to handle this?"
Sang Yuwan spoke coldly, "Handle it however you see fit."
That statement was somewhat vague.
It can be large or small.
Bo Yuheng's breathing became heavy and slow, each breath feeling like he was carrying a thousand-pound burden. His chin trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the fine beads of sweat glistening in the dim light on his forehead.
"Sang Yuwan, Rong Zhi, I will haunt you even as a ghost."
Sang Yuwan turned her head slightly and glared at him coldly, "Second Uncle, when you see Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi, don't forget to say hello to them for me."
Bo Yuheng's expression froze, his face seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, and his eyes lost their former luster, becoming empty and deep, like two dry wells.
Sang Yuwan withdrew her gaze, stepped over the shards of the crystal chandelier, and went upstairs.
“You…you…” Bo Yuheng’s lips drooped slightly, not in sorrowful weeping, but in a silent lament, as if he had exhausted even the strength to express his pain.
Rong Zhi waited until Sang Yu arrived on the second floor that evening before walking up to Bo Yuheng. He lowered his eyes, looking at the dagger embedded in Bo Yuheng's wrist, and a chilling smile appeared on his lips.
"Bo Yuheng, you've been scheming your whole life, but in the end, this is still the result."
Bo Yuheng's chest heaved violently twice, his breathing became heavy and slow, each breath feeling like he was carrying a thousand-pound burden.
Rong Zhi glanced at him disdainfully and said in a low voice, "Second Uncle, you were the one who caused that car accident on Tianyi Road six years ago, weren't you?"
Bo Yuheng's eyes widened suddenly, and sweat seeped from his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks.
A few minutes later, he suddenly burst into laughter as if he had lost his mind.
Rong Zhi gestured to the man in black beside him.
The man in black immediately slapped Bo Yuheng across the face, saying, "Second Master is asking you a question, answer quickly."
The slap was so forceful that Bo Yuheng's head tilted to the side. It felt like a thousand bees were buzzing in his ears, making it impossible for him to hear what the other person was saying.
He gritted his teeth and roared angrily.
"Rong Zhi, you bastard."
Rong Zhi's cold voice pierced his eardrums, "Bo Yuheng, you are the one who poisoned Bo Xingzhi."
Bo Yuheng's mind went blank for a moment, with only instinctive shock and fear intertwined, and indescribable emotions surging in his heart.
Rong Zhi continued, "Bo Yuheng, Bo Yuanshan is shrewd all his life, but I never expected that he would fall for your trick." Bo Yuheng was suddenly stunned and said in astonishment, "You knew all along."
Rong Zhi's gaze darkened, his brows furrowed, and his dark eyes narrowed dangerously. "Bo Yuheng, I think letting you die like this is too easy for you."
“What do you want…” Bo Yuheng tried to take a deep breath, but the air he inhaled seemed to freeze in his chest and could not reach his lungs. The feeling of suffocation made him even more desperate.
Rong Zhi said coldly, "I'll make you wish you were dead first."
“You…” Bo Yuheng lowered his head, his lips trembling uncontrollably, “It’s over…it’s really over this time…”
The world around us seemed to lose all color at that moment, leaving only black and white, like an old film reel, slowly playing out the sudden truth frame by frame.
Rong Zhi turned around and walked towards the stairs.
"The dagger has been cleaned; take it to the ancestral hall to remove the stench."
"Yes," the man in black replied, then gripped the dagger and pulled it upwards with force.
The air was filled with a suffocatingly sweet, metallic scent, the distinctive smell of blood, so strong it was almost congealed.
Dark red streaks snaked down, like some kind of evil vine, silently proclaiming the horror of this place. They pooled on the floor, forming a pool of blood that reflected the faint light, shimmering with a chilling red glow.
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