Amidst the abyss-like darkness and intricate machinations of Jiang Lingchuan, Jiang Zhi is like a frightened bird, forced to flee in panic as Jiang Yao and the mysterious organization pursue her relentlessly. Her world, once a world of peace and happiness, is now filled with endless terror and the perilous unknown. Every step on her escape is like treading on thin ice, forcing her to remain vigilant at all times, as the slightest sign of trouble could become a fatal threat.
Jiang Zhi knew full well that the enemy she faced was not only formidable but also cloaked in mystery. Its sphere of influence, like an invisible yet vast web, quietly enveloped every corner of her life. Jiang Yao, a woman with whom she might once have crossed paths but now a mortal enemy, shuddered at the ruthlessness and meticulousness of her tactics. And that mysterious organization, like a demon lurking in the depths of darkness, exuded a chilling aura. The forces and conspiracies behind it seemed far beyond Jiang Zhi's imagination.
During this long and arduous escape, Jiang Zhi's fate took an unexpected and quiet turn. It was a drowsy, oppressive afternoon, the sky shrouded in thick, dark clouds, like a heavy sheet of lead, poised to fall at any moment. Weary and wary, Jiang Zhi quietly retreated to a remote, abandoned manor. The manor was filled with an air of decay and desolation, with broken walls and overgrown weeds everywhere, akin to a corner forgotten by time.
As Jiang Zhi paused for breath in a corner of the manor, she keenly sensed something unusual. Her heartbeat quickened, and her body tensed like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey or confront its enemy. However, the figures before her weren't assassins sent by Jiang Yao or minions of a mysterious organization, but rather strangers, their faces equally exhausted and wary. Their eyes revealed a deep sadness and hatred, a sentiment Jiang Zhi had witnessed countless times before.
After careful conversation and probing, Jiang Zhi was surprised to discover that these people all shared similar tragic experiences—their families, without exception, had been murdered by Jiang Lingchuan's sinister, cunning, and heinous schemes. Some families were swallowed up overnight by commercial conspiracies, their vast industries instantly crumbling and their members displaced; others were framed by political tactics, their former glory and status vanishing, leaving only endless shame and injustice; and still others were plagued by mysterious accidents, seemingly accidental but actually the result of Jiang Lingchuan's meticulous planning. Family members perished one by one, leaving only the lonely survivors struggling alone in this cold world.
Among these strangers was a man named Lin Xiao. He stood tall and straight, his face stern, yet his eyes shone with profound wisdom. From a young age, he had been nurtured by his family to study strategy, thoroughly versed in military tactics and strategies, possessing a keen insight and profound understanding of the art of strategizing. He once served as a think tank within his family's business empire, repeatedly helping them to rise above the fierce competition with his wisdom and strategy. However, Jiang Lingchuan's schemes, like a ruthless blade, easily severed the foundation of his family's prosperity, leaving him to watch helplessly as his family sank into agony.
There was also a burly man named Zhao Wu, his physique bulging with muscles, like a towering mountain. Born with extraordinary strength, he possessed a keen interest and exceptional talent for martial arts from a young age. Through years of diligent training, he honed his skills to astonishing prowess. He was once the guardian of his family, his prestige within the family's domain intimidating even the most ruthless. But faced with Jiang Lingchuan's sinister schemes, his power seemed dwarfed. After his family was framed, he fled, his hatred burning like a blazing fire.
These people, united by a shared hatred, were like travelers groping in the dark, finally finding each other at this moment. They sat together, their gazes meeting, a look of resolve and trust. Jiang Zhi spoke slowly, her voice a touch of fatigue yet unwavering resolve, as she recounted her story in detail—from her initial ignorance of Jiang Lingchuan's conspiracy, to the shock and pain of her family's persecution, to the dangers and tribulations of her escape. She also shared the scattered, jigsaw-like clues she had uncovered about the mysterious organization during her escape, leaving no detail unturned.
Everyone listened quietly, their expressions constantly changing as Jiang Zhi spoke, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and sometimes filled with a desire for the truth. When Jiang Zhi finished speaking, a solemn silence filled the air for a moment. But this silence did not last long. Lin Xiao was the first to break the silence. His voice was low and powerful: "Jiang Lingchuan is a thief who is insidious and cunning. He is despicable. We must not let him get away with it, and we must not let the mysterious organization behind him continue to wreak havoc on the world." His eyes gleamed with determination, as if lighting a bright lamp in the darkness.
Zhao Wu then stood up, waving his fists and shouting, "Yes! We must avenge our family, expose these conspiracies to the public, and let them receive the punishment they deserve." His voice was like a loud bell, echoing in this abandoned manor, full of strength and determination.
Others followed suit, their voices mingling together to form a powerful force. At this moment, they were no longer isolated and helpless individuals, but a tightly knit group. They knew the road ahead was filled with danger and challenges. The mysterious organization's power was vast and hidden, and Jianglingchuan's conspiracy was as complex and intractable as a maze. But the hatred and desire for justice in their hearts, like a burning flame, dispelled their fear and confusion.
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