Chapter 445 I Want Him to Live a Life Worse Than Death
Chi Wenyan didn't look at him, his eyes still fixed on the screen, his fingers tapping heavily on the table.
"Investigate. Investigate this email address for me. Use all your power to find the sender. I want to know who took these photos and who sent them. I want him to be miserable."
The last four words were almost squeezed out from between teeth, with a strong smell of blood, which made Assistant Chen's hair stand on end.
He didn't dare to ask more questions, or even look at the screen. He just felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"Yes, Mr. Chi. I'll do it right away." Assistant Chen responded and fled out of the office.
The office door was closed, isolating herself from the outside world.
Chi Wenyan slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only endless coldness and cruelty in his eyes.
The office door closed silently, and heavy silence enveloped the place once again.
Chi Wenyan sat behind a huge desk, and the coldness emanating from his body almost froze the air.
The photos on the screen were still dazzling, and each one seemed to be torturing his heart.
He didn't dwell on his anger for long.
In those eyes, as deep as a cold pond, the surging storm gradually gave way to a more terrifying calmness. He picked up another encrypted phone and dialed a number, his voice devoid of any warmth.
"It's me. I'll give you ten minutes. Gather the top technical personnel from the technical department and have them remotely access my computer. I need to perform the highest level of technical screening on some photos. Immediately."
The order was concise and carried an unquestionable majesty.
After hanging up the phone, his slender fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, setting up remote access permissions.
Time passed minute by minute, and the only sound in the office was his steady but oppressive breathing.
Ten minutes later, an encrypted communication request popped up.
Chi Wenyan clicked to agree, and on the computer screen, codes scrolled rapidly, and interfaces of various professional analysis software popped up, starting to perform multi-dimensional analysis of each photo in the email, including pixel level, light and shadow, and traces.
Chi Wenyan's eyes were fixed on the screen, not missing any details.
His heart was hanging in the balance, hoping that these were all fake, but at the same time, a cruel intuition told him that things were not that simple.
The analysis process is faster than expected.
A few minutes later, a preliminary screening report appeared on the screen.
The technician's voice came through the encrypted communication, with a hint of caution: "Mr. Chi, after preliminary analysis, most of the photos in the email have obvious signs of synthesis or modification. Especially those with overly revealing poses and highly suggestive images, there is a high possibility of forgery."
Chi Wenyan's heart did not relax at all, but sank even deeper.
He pressed on, his voice hoarse, "Preliminary? That means, is it still forged?"
"Yes..." The technician's voice became more cautious. "There are several photos, mainly showing Miss Ji's facial expressions and close-ups of her curled up and struggling. Based on the lighting, pixel consistency, and micro-expression dynamics analysis, they are authentic. Although the background is blurry, it can be confirmed that the lighting environment was extremely poor and the scene was chaotic."
Real.
These two words hit Chi Wenyan's heart like a heavy hammer.
Those faces with traces of fear, humiliation, and tears, those helpless, curled-up postures, were actually real.
His Wanwan was actually tortured into that state by Lu Liang.
He couldn't imagine how scared and desperate she was at that time.
A pain and anger more intense than before rushed to his head, almost burning his sanity to ashes.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks.
We can't let anyone catch Wanwan in the act, absolutely not.
Even if only one real photo were circulated, it would be a devastating blow to her.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Now was not the time to dwell on the past; the most urgent task was to resolve the threat at hand.
He opened the email reply interface and typed a line of words with his cold fingers: "One million, I'll transfer it to you now. Let's meet and discuss it. I need to confirm that all original documents have been destroyed."
He clicked send. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, trying to catch the slightest clue from the other party in this simple exchange.
However, the reply came back almost instantly, also from an anonymous, garbled address. The text was arrogant and greedy: "Mr. Chi is really straightforward. Unfortunately, I don't like meeting him. Five million, not a cent less, otherwise, by this time tomorrow, the entire network will be admiring Miss Ji's style. Oh, and that includes those real close-ups."
The other party actually knew what was true, which made Chi Wenyan's pupils shrink suddenly.
This person not only has the photos, but also knows the authenticity of the photos very well and may even have participated in the shooting.
"Bang." He slammed his fist on the table, and the hard solid wood table made a dull sound.
"Okay, very good." Chi Wenyan gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be tempered by ice. "Five million, I'll give it to you."
He no longer hesitated and quickly opened the bank's operating interface, his fingers dancing on the keyboard with a sense of determination and ruthlessness.
Enter the account number, amount, and confirm the transfer.
Five million was just a drop in the bucket for him, but it was the most humiliating and infuriating payment he had ever made.
A prompt pops up indicating that the transfer was successful.
Chi Wenyan stared at the screen, the curve of his lips was so cold that there was no trace of warmth.
He gave the money, but that didn't mean the end.
On the contrary, this is just the beginning.
He would follow this clue and dig deep into the ground to pull out the maggot hiding in the dark corner and make him pay a thousand times the price for what he did today.
He wanted to make that person understand that if he touched his bottom line, he would be prepared to fall into hell.
"Ding." The phone's notification sounded crisply. Looking at the long string of zeros that appeared out of thin air in his bank account, Lu Liang's eyes widened instantly and his breathing became rapid.
Five million, a full five million.
His hands were almost trembling as he confirmed it several times, but the glaring number was still lying there in bright light.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
"Hahahaha, Chi Wenyan, you're such a sucker." Lu Liang laughed wildly, his cheeks flushed with excitement, spit flying everywhere. "That bitch Ji Wan is really worth a lot of money."
The huge ecstasy overwhelmed his mind, and he immediately rushed out of the dark and damp rental house and headed straight for the most upscale den of brothel.
A top-tier sports car? Buy it.
Although I haven’t taken the driving test yet, it’s fun to just stop by the roadside and watch.
Luxury stores? Shop around.
He ordered the latest clothes, watches, and shoes. The waiter's contemptuous look instantly turned into a flattering smile after he handed over his bank card.
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