The harbor was covered by dark clouds at night, and a damp sea breeze swept over us.
Tan Yuan's expression turned solemn. "The grievances have their perpetrators, and the debts have their debtors. The deaths of your mother and grandfather have nothing to do with me."
"Whatever my brother says goes."
Tan Yuchen glanced at his watch. “There are no fewer than twenty private boats and yachts here tonight, some of which are heading straight to Europe. Once we leave this area, it will be extremely difficult to find your lovely little daughter again. Why don’t we guess how long it will take to find her?”
Tan Yuan's eyes were sinister, and he grabbed his collar and punched him again.
The man's expression was defiant; he was still not satisfied. Someone behind him handed him a gun, and Tan Yuan pointed it at his head.
"Where is Faye? Tell me or I'll kill you right now!"
Tan Yuchen coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled, "She's there—"
Tan Yuan didn't even blink.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his arm. Tan Yuchen had twisted his arm and broken it. Tan Yuchen quickly grabbed it back.
Another bodyguard immediately raised his gun and fired at him. Tan Yuchen grabbed Tan Yuan by the neck and used him as a human target, with the dark muzzle of the gun pressed against his head.
The bodyguard immediately dared not act recklessly again.
Tan Yuchen pressed the dark muzzle of a gun against his head, his expression nonchalant.
"Get them out of here."
Following Tan Yuan's instructions, the bodyguards lowered their guns and retreated. At that moment, several cars appeared out of nowhere and surrounded them. Jiang Zhou got out of the cars.
From the moment Tan Yuchen boarded the plane and stepped into American airspace, someone reported to Tan Yuan that he had come alone, but Tan Yuan did not take it to heart.
Moreover, he frequently returned to China recently, while Tan Yuchen remained completely silent.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhou secretly followed them this time.
Tan Yuchen glanced at the gun's serial number. "This is your gun. If I were to use this thing to kill you, would the police charge you with suicide or infighting?"
"Tan Yuchen, if you dare to lay a hand on me, you will never leave this land." This is not China; no matter how powerful Zhou Congjin is, he cannot protect him.
"I only like to bully the weak. If I'm going to kill you, I'll save you for last."
Tan Yuchen took out his phone and made a call. A long dial tone came through: "How about we play a little game, Truth or Dare?"
After a few beeps, the call connected, and the sound of a girl crying came from the other end.
"Daddy!"
"Faye!" As soon as Tan Yuan uttered the words, Tan Yuchen shot him in the leg, and he instantly knelt on the ground. Several bodyguards tried to step forward, but Jiang Zhou had them stopped.
Tan Yuchen slowly squatted down, and behind the dark muzzle of the gun pressed against Tan Yuchen's head were his cold, emotionless eyes.
"Was it you who planted the bomb in my villa back then?"
Tan Yuan gritted his teeth: "No!"
"Dad..." came a long, drawn-out sob from the other end of the phone, "Dad, save me—"
"Faye! Don't cry, Daddy's here!"
At the same time, he was shot in the leg again, and Tan Yuan let out a painful hiss.
The churning seawater wasn't enough to illuminate half of the man's cold, stern face.
“Zhou Shijie, do you remember this man’s name? You’ve made him my brother for so many years, just to find out if I know anything about this.”
Tan Yuchen said, "I don't have that much patience. I'll ask you one last time: did you have the bomb planted?"
His tone didn't carry any questioning intent; the answer was already decided.
Tan Yuan was heartbroken by his daughter's crying on the phone.
"Release Faye first, then we'll talk."
Tan Yuchen chuckled softly, "Do you think you still have the right to negotiate with me?"
He had the gun pressed against Tan Yuan's head and slowly pulled the trigger.
Jiang Zhou stopped everyone outside, and even Jiang Zhou himself was sweating bullets, unsure if the man was serious.
“I didn’t intend to kill your mother and grandfather,” Tan Yuan immediately said. “It was an accident back then.”
Tan Yuchen paused, his fingers moving.
"continue."
"Back then, when you and Peker were at loggerheads, did you ever think about our situation? His family owns most of the North American auto industry. If I didn't agree to talk about family matters with him, I would have no way to survive. I know you have a habit of going back to China every year for your birthday, but you were just putting on a show for him."
After Tan Yuan finished speaking, he glanced at him. The man lowered his eyelashes and remained calm, as if he had already accepted the fact.
"The bombs I prepared were duds; they weren't powerful enough to raze a house to the ground. I placed them in the yard."
The words had barely left his mouth when he was interrupted by a piercing sound of noodles being smashed.
Tan Yuan took several heavy punches to the face and coughed up blood.
"Tan Yuchen, I was framed from beginning to end. The bomb was switched. The person who really wanted to harm your grandfather and mother wasn't me at all. I even lost half an arm trying to save them back then—"
Tan Yuchen grabbed his collar and half-lifted him into the air, his eyes filled with a sinister glint, as if possessed by a god of death.
"Keep these words for your daughter in the underworld, and see if she can understand."
The girl's crying on the phone had weakened, sounding like someone was choking her and she couldn't breathe, until there was no sound at all.
Tan Yuan shouted into the phone, but the man suddenly cut off the call.
His last hope was gone. Tan Yuan glared at him with bloodshot eyes, "I did all this because you forced me to. You can always act with impunity, but I, who bear this surname, have to be implicated along with you. You call me 'Big Brother,' but all these years you've treated me like a dog. Have you ever shown me any respect? We both have the surname Tan. You can do whatever you want because of your grandfather, but I'm afraid of offending this person or that person. You forced me to do this!"
The two companies weren't always so irreconcilable.
He may have forgotten that Tan Yuchen initially advised him not to cooperate with Peker, saying that it was better to kill Qiang than to bow and scrape, and that he could at least do the bloody work himself.
Tan Yuchen knew the pressure Tan Yuan was under, and he also knew that his two half-brothers were eyeing his position covetously.
The death of his youngest daughter drove Tan Yuan completely mad. He laughed and said:
"You're really like a jinx, there's always someone to take your place. Whoever's around you is doomed. Your mother and grandfather were just there to protect you back then. Who's next? Your father, or the woman you love?"
His last words brought Tan Yuchen's eyes to redness, as if he were trapped in some kind of nightmare.
Jiang Zhou had made a three-point agreement with him: no one would die, only people would be arrested and evidence would be collected.
He had made the same promise to Zhou Congjin, but now he couldn't stop Tan Yuchen at all. Tan Yuchen pulled the trigger and fired several shots into his leg. Jiang Zhou tried to stop him, but Tan Yuchen blocked him with his hand and fell to the ground.
The man moved so fast that no one could stop him. He grabbed a wooden stick from the side and was about to stab Tan Yuan in the eye, but the expected splatter of blood did not come.
Because a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist.
"Don't kill him here!" Meng Jiuyi hugged him tightly, regardless of whether he would be thrown off.
"Don't kill Tan Yuchen here."
If he takes action now, his guilt will be confirmed.
Tan Yuchen's chest heaved violently. The force around his waist wasn't strong at all, yet he instantly stopped all movement, and even that trace of madness receded from his eyes like a tide.
He frightened her because his arm around her waist was trembling.
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