Inside the grand edifice that was the Wuhan family residence, chaos reigned supreme. The air buzzed with tension and panic as if the very walls were trembling with distress.The family matriarch, Grandma Mingxuan, lay in a dire state—her frail form confined to the bed, eyes closed, and life hanging on by a thread. The room was awash with an air of despair, the once serene space now charged with a palpable sense of urgency.Wingyu, the family's head, was a whirlwind of emotions. His face displayed a storm of fear, anger, and helplessness as he paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors. He had arrived too late to prevent the tragic event, and his eyes brimmed with tears that he refused to shed.Somewhere in the estate, the perpetrator of this heinous act was locked away. However, Wingyu's mind barely registered his presence, consumed instead by his mother's worsening condition. Desperation etched lines on his face as he clutched his phone, repeatedly dia

Yen entered the room, emitting a sigh that carried the weight of his emotions. His footsteps echoed softly on the polished floor, drawing him closer to the center of the space. His eyes met Wingyu's gaze across the expanse, a gaze filled not with unwavering determination but with a mixture of reverence and something else—something unspoken yet palpable. Wingyu, a figure who often embodied authority, appeared surprisingly different now, almost unrecognizable, resembling an ordinary man caught in the tension of the moment."Dr. Yen, nice to meet you," Wingyu's words tumbled out in a rush, his urgency evident in his hasty stride toward Yen, bridging the distance even before Yen had fully crossed into the room."Yeah, nice to meet you too," Yen replied with a forced smile, his arm extending reluctantly to initiate a handshake with one of the individuals he held a deep aversion for.The room seemed to shrink around them, shadows dancing nervously along the edges as if mirroring the underly

Yen found himself seated opposite Wingyu, their positions mirroring the unspoken tension that thrummed in the air between them. The room itself was an expansive haven of knowledge, a symphony of thought and introspection embodied by the numerous bookshelves that lined the walls. Yen's gaze swept across the expanse, a silent testament to his appreciation for the intellectual atmosphere that enveloped the space.'Yeah, the part Yen liked about him is his consistent drive to study more.' The echo of memory played in Yen's mind as his eyes roved across the shelves, each one a testament to Wingyu's unceasing pursuit of knowledge. Yen's gaze, a flicker of subtle avoidance, ventured across the expanse, sidestepping the penetrating gaze that Wingyu cast upon him.The room, its dimensions a realm of possibility, housed two couches that stood as companions in the corner. One, larger and more inviting, sat beside its smaller counterpart, a juxtaposition that seemed to mirror the relationship bet

Yen's face lit up with a smile as he emerged from his reverie, reflecting on the initial mission Stem had entrusted to him and how he had executed it with results that exceeded Stem's expectations.{How do we go about dealing with this family?} Stem's question jolted Yen back to the present. It was a stark reminder that he now stood within the estate of the family he likely despised more than any other.Yen, momentarily lost in thought, had almost forgotten his surroundings. He let out a sigh and then responded, "We just have to make them pay, right? Does it matter the way we do it?" His face bore a curious expression, as he contemplated a course of action that wouldn't entail causing harm to the family's members.{Not really, but I could suggest a few ways to do so. One such would be to buy off the family. That would be a great payback, but another would be to operate from the shadows—create turmoil in their business without them ever discerning the cause…}"There's no need for anoth

With a grin that stretched from ear to ear, Rotlitch hopped into the car alongside Yen. He eagerly turned the key in the ignition, and the vehicle roared to life, surging forward a few seconds later."It was quite the figure, I must admit," Rotlitch remarked, his smile radiant and infectious, illuminating the dimly lit interior of the car."About 150,000,000 Khartos, correct?" Yen inquired, his knowledge of the service's value apparent in his questioning."170,000,000 Khartos to be precise," Rotlitch replied, his correction adding a bit more value to the impressive sum.Yen nodded, his understanding and satisfaction evident. The figure aligned well with his expectations. After all, his services extended beyond the ordinary, such as making an elderly woman in her eighties appear a decade younger, a remarkable achievement unmatched by any other doctor in the city.Yen sat in contemplative silence as they drove back to the company that now had Rotlitch as its acting owner.{You'll have t