Han Li slowly stuffed the evidence in his hand back into the envelope. The rustling sound of the paper bag was particularly clear in the silent study.
The man standing behind him widened his eyes in horror, seemingly not expecting things to turn out this way. He was unable to control his facial expression for a moment: "This..."
Han Li lowered his eyes and spoke in a calm voice:
"At first, I really didn't doubt that my family and biological father would be so cruel, but for two consecutive days and three nights, seven waves of mercenaries - no matter how stupid I am, I would never think that a successor without the support of the family would be able to mobilize such financial resources and power."
The dark and silent basement was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The sizzling lights emitted intermittent dim light as the ceiling vibrated. Dust fell from above his head. The young boy curled up under the thin bed sheet in fear. The effect of the anesthetic had not yet completely worn off. He struggled to stay conscious in the dizziness and drowsiness, silently counting the messy footsteps coming from above his head. In his mind, he kept repeating a sentence that made his blood rush backwards:
——"Little devil, you still don't know who wants to kill you?"
The seeds of doubt are deeply planted here, and they will take root and sprout as soon as they get a chance.
Han Li gently stroked the top of his cane, his eyes as dark as a deep pool slightly closed, and continued:
"So after returning to China, I started looking for the truth of what happened back then. Money and power, although they can't bring the dead back to life, are really effective in this regard, and they can cure the disease."
Chen Kong stared at Han Li who was sitting in the middle of the house and slowly frowned. Although the expression on his face did not seem to have changed, for some reason, he felt that he was almost fragile.
He was a little dazed for a moment.
It was as if the thin and short child was standing in front of him, staring at him with silent and wary eyes.
But this feeling was fleeting. The next second, Han Li once again became the adult man who was decisive and capable of planning and strategizing. He had a strong physique and amazing wealth and power. Even if he was just sitting there quietly, he had a powerful presence that could not be ignored, and no one dared to underestimate him.
Shen Kong suddenly became truly aware of the passage of time.
Although it was only a few short months for him, it was a full twenty years for Han Li.
Although he had known for a long time that this was the way to complete the task, it was the first time that he felt so clearly the impermanence and absurdity of the passage of time.
At this moment, through the heavy door panel, Shen Kong suddenly caught a strange sound in the corridor.
His heart moved slightly, but before he had time to think about it, he heard a light knock on the closed door, and then the door was pushed open.
A tall man walked in.
He had a handsome face, with his clothes loosely draped over his shoulders. His facial features had matured, but some traces of his youth could still be seen.
Shen Kong was stunned
...Isn’t this the person I met at the school gate at the last time point?
According to those hooligans with shaved heads, his name seems to be... Lin Ziyu?
This name instantly awakened Chen Kong's memory. He remembered that this name appeared in the plot transmitted to him by the system - Lin Ziyu was originally born in a black family. After becoming Han Li's capable subordinate, he assisted him in running the black field under his control. Even after Han Li was betrayed by one of his subordinates, he remained loyal.
At the last time point, there was no such person as Lin Ziyu in the plot line given to Chen Kong by the system. Perhaps due to the butterfly effect, the time when the two of them met was greatly advanced to high school.
Lin Ziyu briefly looked around the room, then fixed his gaze on Han Li and said with a smile:
"Brother Han, everything is done."
The man standing behind Han Li suddenly had a bad feeling. He turned his head and looked at Han Li alertly and asked:
"What's done?"
Han Li did not answer his question. Instead, Lin Ziyu raised his eyebrows arrogantly and said with a smile:
"Of course, we removed the people you planted among us. Otherwise, why do you think Brother Han didn't take action after he got so much leverage over the Han family? Of course, he wanted to expose your true colors. What the hell is this Feister? You actually dared to target us. Fuck you."
As soon as Lin Ziyu finished speaking, several people rushed in from behind him and subdued the people in the room in the blink of an eye.
One of them came over and untied Shen Kong and Tang Sheng.
Shen Kong gently turned his somewhat stiff wrist, his long eyelashes drooping, hiding the unpredictable look in his eyes.
He now knew why Han Li had not closed the net for so long. Unlike the original plot, he did not sit still because he still had feelings and expectations for the Han family, but because there were more powerful opponents on the chessboard. In order to paralyze the opponent and seize the initiative in the dark, he adopted a strategy of lying in wait and not moving his troops.
Han Li's growth rate has surpassed that of the ruthless, cold-blooded and all-powerful villain in the original novel.
He is no longer just an heir whom Feminster values so much that he is willing to use any means to bring him under his command, but has become a formidable opponent who can turn the tables on the other side.
The man's expression changed. He put away his respectful expression and asked gloomily:
"So, what do you want?"
Han Li shook his head, his dark eyes were as deep as the abyss, and his voice was still calm: "I won't touch you, I just hope you can help me pass on a message. I still respect Mr. Feminster very much, but I still have to firmly reject his invitation. I also hope that he will not try to force me with other extreme means. Next time, I may not be as friendly as I am now."
The man's face looked three points worse than before:
"How many people are trying so hard to get Mr. Feminster's favor? Don't be so ungrateful!"
Lin Ziyu frowned and subconsciously wanted to speak, but was stopped by Han Li's raised hand.
He crossed his arms indignantly and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
Han Li smiled at the man, "Inheriting an already established empire is still too unchallenging after all."
The ambition flashing in his eyes was like a wildfire burning in the abyss:
"I'd rather create one myself that suits my taste better."
Shen Kong, who had been standing aside in silence for a long time, finally understood how his previous ominous premonition came about. He couldn't help but fall into deep reflection on his own educational methods.
If the world before our eyes is a development game...
——This fuck, has already been completely distorted...
A few minutes later, the man and his men were politely asked to leave, and Han Zhuang, who had been watching everything, had a pale face. The ruthless and tough attitude just now seemed to melt at his feet, revealing his weak and incompetent inner self under the bluff. Whether it was what Han Li did to his company, or the appearance of Feminster's name, or even the fact that Han Li had the upper hand in the confrontation with him, all of this was beyond his imagination. Although he is no longer as capable as he was when he was young, he still has the vision to see that he has lost power.
He tried to make a last-ditch effort and began to play the emotional card, but his words were as weak as his expression.
Bian Xianjing also knew how to judge the situation and cried and defended herself pitifully. Only the short-sighted and incompetent Han Zizhuo was still forcing himself to act like the young master of the Han family and shouting in a hollow and fearful voice. The study room, which had just been quiet for a short while, was once again filled with noisy and loud sounds. However, Han Li did not even move his eyebrows. He just stood up from the sofa and slowly walked to Han Zhuang's desk.
He took out a photo from the inside pocket of his suit, slowly spread it on the table, and smoothed it carefully with his fingertips.
In the yellowed photo, the beautiful and dignified woman showed a restrained smile to the camera. Her facial features were 30% similar to Han Li's, but there was a hint of melancholy and tenderness between her brows.
Shen Kong recognized that this was the photo that Han Li took away from the Han family's main residence that day.
Han Zhuang suddenly stopped talking, big beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and the fingers on the table twitched slightly.
Han Li said slowly:
"I know that Feminster wants to stimulate me to do something through that information."
He paused, and the atmosphere in the whole room quickly became quiet. No one dared to make the slightest sound. A gloomy and depressing atmosphere filled the whole room, making it difficult to breathe.
Han Zhuang pulled up the corners of his mouth reluctantly, revealing an unformed smile: "Thank you, thank you for not doing that..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Han Li: "No, you misunderstood."
Han Li looked up at Han Zhuang, who looked ten years older, and said calmly:
"——I just don't want to do this under duress. I hope this is a well-thought-out decision... not an impulse of passion."
He stretched out his hand, Lin Ziyu stepped forward quickly and put the heavy gun into Han Li's hand.
There was no murderous intent in Han Li's eyes, just a dead silence, as if it was a desolate plain after a north wind, without the slightest emotional ups and downs.
He pulled the safety bolt and slowly raised the gun.
At this moment, a very light and faint sigh came from the darkness not far away, as if it would be blown away into the vast sky by the flowing air in the next second, but it was so clearly heard by Han Li's ears.
He paused slightly and turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from.
A thin young man walked out of the darkness, his figure gradually illuminated by the light above his head, as if he was unveiling a curtain and taking off his disguise.
All emotions were removed from his face, which usually wore a smile. He looked dull and indifferent. His pair of light-colored eyes, which kept people at a distance, were lazily narrowed. There was a kind of primitive savagery that was almost cruel, which made the eyes of those who were watching feel the pain as if they were scratched by cold weapons.
Just like the first time we met.
Chen Kong stopped a few steps away from Han Li and raised his eyebrows:
"Good job, kid."
For such a long time, Han Li's hands have been extremely steady, whether he was opening an envelope containing a deadly secret or lifting a heavy gun, but at this moment, his palms trembled slightly involuntarily.
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