Chapter 73 The Cold-Faced King of Hell
In Shanghai, the wind along the Huangpu River blew for three days and three nights straight.
The river has washed away the heroes, and it has also washed away the towering flames and heart-wrenching screams of that night.
The search and rescue team's boats shuttled back and forth on the river, and what they retrieved, besides the charred remains of the warehouse, were only a few pieces of torn, unrecognizable pieces of fabric from a begonia-red cheongsam.
On the evening of the third day, they finally gave up.
The official announcement from the Shanghai Public Security Bureau came quickly: Comrade Su Wantang, in an attempt to rescue hostages, unfortunately sacrificed his life in an explosion detonated by the criminals, and his remains were never recovered.
When the news reached Beijing, the Lu family compound fell into a deathly silence.
After hearing the guard's report, Old Master Lu couldn't catch his breath and fell straight backward, fainting on the spot.
Shanghai docks.
A military jeep sped from Beijing, kicking up dust, and came to an abrupt stop outside the temporary cordon.
The car door opened, and Gao Jianjun jumped out.
He spotted Lu Jingyan standing by the river at a glance.
In just three days, the man who had always stood tall and straight like a spear in the Beijing compound now seemed to have lost his backbone.
He had visibly lost a lot of weight, with dark stubble on his chin, and his military uniform was wrinkled like dried pickled vegetables.
He just stared blankly at the river, his eyes lifeless.
Gao Jianjun felt a surge of anger rush to the top of his head. He rushed over and, without saying a word, slammed his fist into the concrete railing next to him!
"Damn it!"
Gao Jianjun's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.
"Old Lu! You son of a bitch, say something! Are you just going to stand here like a statue waiting for his wife?!"
It took Lu Jingyan a long time to slowly turn and land on his face.
There was no sadness, no anger, nothing in those eyes.
Gao Jianjun felt a chill run down his spine from the look he was given; it was a deathly stillness, like the feeling of one's soul being completely burned to ashes.
......
The abandoned warehouse of the textile factory is still the same interrogation room.
Lin Zihang was tied to an iron chair, his whole body trembling like a leaf.
He wasn't afraid of the instruments of torture; there wasn't even a barbed whip in the interrogation room.
What he feared was the man sitting across from him.
Lu Jingyan wasn't wearing a military uniform, just an old shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his two well-defined forearms.
He did nothing but sit there, fiddling with a sharp triangular military knife in his hand.
The knife tip scraped across the table, making a piercing sound.
"Lin Zihang."
Lu Jingyan finally spoke, his voice flat.
"Your father, Lin Jianguo, is the deputy head of the logistics department of a Shanghai textile factory. The address of his workplace is No. 127 Changning Road."
"Your mother, Wang Xiulan, is a Chinese language teacher at the junior high school of the 13th Middle School. Her office is the third room at the end of the corridor on the second floor."
Lin Zihang's pupils suddenly contracted.
Lu Jingyan didn't look at him and continued speaking in that emotionless tone.
"You also have a younger sister named Lin Ziyu. She's sixteen this year and studies violin at the affiliated high school of the Shanghai Conservatory of Music."
“Every afternoon at 4:30, I liked to buy a five-cent salt water popsicle at the school gate, go out from the east gate, walk along Wukang Road for 1,321 steps, and go home.”
"You...you..."
Lin Zihang's teeth began to chatter, and he felt a warm, wet sensation in his crotch.
Lu Jingyan finally raised his head.
In those empty eyes, two clusters of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, rising from the depths of hell, now burned.
He smiled.
That smile was uglier than a cry, exuding a destructive madness.
"What about me?"
He asked softly, and with a "clang," he stabbed the military knife in his hand into the wooden table in front of him, the blade still humming.
"I just want to tell you that I'm not a patient person."
"boom!"
At this moment, Lin Zihang's psychological defenses were completely crushed into dust.
He burst into tears, snot and tears streaming down his face, and poured out everything he had to say, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! It was Huo Sanniang! A woman named Huo Sanniang contacted me!"
"When I was in a labor camp in Northwest China, it was her people who got me out! It was also her who arranged for me to return to Shanghai and work with Zheng Kai!"
"She said that as long as I can kill Su Wantang, she will let me become the new agent of the Hong Kong Hung Society in Shanghai!"
"I...that's all I know! Please, spare my family! They're innocent!"
Beijing, the Lu family's second residence.
Lu Wenbo was dressed in a smart suit, holding a glass of freshly opened champagne, his face glowing.
He gazed at the bright sunlight streaming through the French windows, gently swirling his wine glass, a barely suppressed smug smile playing on his lips.
That little bitch Su Wantang is finally dead.
He died a gruesome death!
This is truly gratifying!
He went to the study and dialed the secret number he knew by heart.
The moment the call connected, the smug expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost humble respect.
"Sir, it's me, Wenbo."
"The matter in Shanghai has been completely resolved. That girl surnamed Su is dead."
On the other end of the phone, a voice, altered and indistinguishable as male or female, spoke, uttering only one word.
"Um."
Lu Wenbo bent even lower, bowing and scraping to the air.
"Sir, please rest assured. Next, I will deal with that little beast Lu Jingyan as soon as possible. He's like a mad dog without its master now, the perfect time to strike. The future of the Lu family will surely be in your hands..."
He was expressing his loyalty when the person on the other end of the phone impatiently interrupted him.
"Do what you're supposed to do."
"Beep...beep...beep..."
The call was disconnected.
Lu Wenbo held the microphone, his smile somewhat stiff, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper ambition.
Get rid of Lu Jingyan, and he will be the sole heir of the Lu family!
At the same time, in the bedroom of the Lu family patriarch.
"Bang!"
A fine blue-and-white porcelain teacup was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Old Master Lu leaned on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, his usually stern face now ashen with rage.
He had just woken up from his unconsciousness.
"Prepare the car... no, answer the phone, pick me up from the Shanghai Military Region!"
The call was answered quickly.
On the other end was Lu Jingyan's voice, so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.
"grandfather."
The old man closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently a few times. When he opened them again, he found himself surrounded by bone-chilling cold.
He offered no words of comfort, no words of condolence.
He only said one sentence, a sentence that sent a jolt through Lu Jingyan on the other end of the phone.
"The descendants of the Lu family will repay their debts."
"From now on, all available relationships, connections, and resources in the family are at your disposal."
"I just want one result."
......
Inside the Begonia Space.
The spring water gurgles and the air is filled with ethereal mist.
In the last 0.1 seconds, Su Wantang hid inside the space, leaned against the spring, closed her eyes, and began to rapidly reconstruct the game.
wrong.
All of this is completely different from the plot of the original work.
In the original novel, there was no such explosion, and Lin Zihang had already died in the Northwest.
Huo San Niang, sir... where did all these people come from?
Did her time travel trigger the butterfly effect?
Or is there a deeper secret hidden behind this book from the very beginning, one that she was unaware of?
She slowly opened her eyes and walked to the huge dressing mirror in the room.
The woman in the mirror was pale and disheveled, but she had a pair of frighteningly bright eyes.
There was no longer a trace of tenderness or probing; only cold, deep-seated hatred remained.
Lu Jingyan... he must think he's dead right now.
That's fine.
Su Wantang is dead.
From this day forward, the one who will live is the daughter of the Bai family.
She looked at her face in the mirror, slowly raised her hand, and gently brushed her fingertips across her brow bone, bridge of her nose, and corners of her lips.
very good.
Lu Wenbo, Huo Sanniang, and that elusive "master"...
You just wait.
A cold, cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Let me, in the name of the Bai family, make my official debut and have some fun with you.
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