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I almost burst into laughter on the spot. But I held it back.
I took out the Mist Body Sedative that I had prepared earlier and held it in front of his nose, letting him inhale deeply. After waiting five minutes for the drug to take effect, we quietly carried him, who was now unlikely to wake up midway, out through the window using a rope.
As for where we were going? To my grave.
When the news of my death spread, he had erected a Yiguan Tomb for me in Kyoto.
Our group quietly arrived at my burial site, placing him on top of the grave. The weather was not warm; I feared he would freeze to death just like that, so I draped him with a coat—the Shroud I had prepared.
The next day.
Ah!
A man wearing yellow shorts adorned with a bagua symbol was screaming wildly in the cemetery!
I quietly squatted in a hotel room, watching the footage from the pinhole camera. Yesterday, he seemed somewhat skeptical. But today? He had come to my burial site and slept there overnight without making a sound. His underlings outside were completely oblivious; even if he didn’t believe it, he must have believed at least half of it by now.
Hehe.
He threw off the Shroud I had draped over him and ran wildly in his yellow shorts. No taxi driver was willing to pick him up; even a fool would know that someone wandering around in shorts on the street couldn’t possibly have money.
So he called his underlings to come pick him up.
He was taken to the Security Company.
Zheng Yu reported to me that he had been shivering and looked pale. He even started telling others that he had seen ghosts.
Then he summoned a sorcerer to perform rituals and decided to spend the night at the Security Company, thinking there were many people there and plenty of yang energy! That’s probably how he felt.
However, as the old saying goes: “There’s nothing difficult in this world; it only depends on whether one is determined.”
Not only did I take action to scare him, but I also had someone add a little spice to his food—hallucinogenic drugs—and since the Security Company was my stronghold, it was also his stronghold, and even Zheng Yu’s stronghold.
I wouldn’t be going there tonight.
But I still arranged a good show for him. I set up a ghost recording that would play continuously in his room tonight, intermittently scaring him out of his wits!
That night, he screamed as if he had gone mad.
But the first one to rush into his room was me. He immediately retrieved a small projection device and then asked him and his underlings what was wrong.
Reports indicated that night he was foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes without saying anything at all.
Poor traitor; I had ruined him.
That night, he was sent to the hospital.
But sadly, ever since coming from Jinshan Jiao, I had become very wealthy—very wealthy indeed.
I could bribe doctors easily.
I reveled in this game of revenge until it became exhilarating, but as his mental state began to deteriorate, my thrill of revenge slowly turned into melancholy.
A week later.
Zi had gone mad and was admitted to a mental hospital. With his mental state deteriorating, he was no longer the big boss of Tian Ye Group. He had been removed from his position three days ago, and now Zheng Yu was acting as the leader in the Southern District.
I paused.
Dong Ge, isn’t it about time for revenge? Should we just kill him? Liu Sen asked me.
I shook my head. Since he had already lost his mind, let him live on like this. A hint of melancholy crossed my face as I smiled. Revenge against Zi.
In these past three months, I had thought about many things. The process of revenge was exhilarating; it felt good once, twice, but it couldn’t always be that way. This led me to ponder the one thing that occupied my thoughts the most: Where had Linna gone?
After a week of chaos, he ended up in a mental hospital, and everything he had taken from me was lost. It was time for me to do what I needed to do. I, Xiang Dong, should return to Tian Ye Group!
On the third day after his admission to the hospital, I walked into the Security Company in tattered clothes, looking disheveled.
Dong Ge?
As soon as I stepped through the door, a younger member recognized me.
Um, where’s Zheng Yu?
I asked, but the young man didn’t respond; he just stared at me in shock before suddenly shouting and running into the office building.
What the hell!
This coward thinks he can act tough in Heihui? What an embarrassment!
I shrugged and continued into the Security Company. Unsurprisingly, everyone screamed upon seeing me. Initially, they all ran away, but after two of them touched my chest and felt my heartbeat, they realized it was me—Xiang Dong—who had arrived.
Not a ghost.
Oh my God, it’s really Dong Ge!
My younger brother exclaimed joyfully. In Kyoto South District, whether it was respect or camaraderie, I had earned a good reputation; my presence made them happy.
Before long, Zheng Yu came out.
I had arranged with Zheng Yu to pretend not to recognize me when he saw me. I would also act as if I had miraculously escaped from Jinshan Jiao; as for who had harmed me? I didn’t plan on revealing that. Zi was already insane; whether he lived or died no longer mattered.
Fang Ying suspected that my supposed death at Jinshan Jiao was orchestrated by Liu Haoran and Qian Cun Jin. Qian Cun Jin still held power as the leader of He Bei Province; if I were to insist that he sent someone to assassinate me, although there would be no solid evidence against him, Qian Cun Jin’s status as an Old Forces Helmsman wouldn’t earn him any favor with the new boss either—it would be enough trouble for him.
Dong Ge! Is that really you?
Zheng Yu looked at me in disbelief. I smiled and said, Yes, it’s me, brother! Long time no see!
I gave Zheng Yu a hug; after all, we had been bragging together just yesterday.
"Haha! This is fantastic! Dong Ge, you're still alive!"
Zheng Yu laughed heartily, clearly overjoyed, as he hurriedly walked with me into the Security Company, heading to my former office.
My office had changed dramatically. During my absence, it had become a sub-office. Everything—the sofa, the desk—had been replaced with new furniture, and it looked beautiful. I quite liked it.
News of my survival spread throughout Kyoto within half an hour. An hour later, Fang Ying arrived with several old acquaintances from Kyoto.
Among them were familiar faces: the West District Boss, Northwest Tiger; the East District Boss, Xing Lianbo; and the Northern District Boss, Cao Minghui! After Liu Haoran's death, Cao Minghui had taken over his position as the new Northern District Boss.
"Xiang Dong! You actually didn't die; this is wonderful!"
I stepped out to greet them. As Fang Ying got out of the car, she smiled widely at me. It was rare to see her so cheerful, which showed just how happy she was to see me.
Thinking about it, it made sense. Fang Ying had no loyal subordinates under her command and had intended to cultivate me. I had fallen at Jinshan Jiao and then cultivated a successor, but in just three months, that successor suddenly went insane. With no capable hands at her disposal, how could Fang Ying not be distressed?
Now that I was back, I could help resolve this issue for her.
Thanks to Helmsman.
I slightly bowed respectfully to Fang Ying. She had always treated me well; sending me on this mission to Jinshan Jiao indicated she had confidence in me. If she hadn’t been sure about getting information on Tam’s son, she would never have sent me.
"What's going on? Let's talk inside," Fang Ying said.
I nodded in agreement and welcomed her into my office. After preparing some tea, I slowly began to explain my situation.
I told Fang Ying that after being attacked at Jinshan Jiao, I had suffered a head injury and lost my memory. I spent several months there cultivating Poppy and only recently remembered everything after getting into a fight. That’s why I rushed back.
"Why didn’t you call me when you remembered? I could have sent someone to pick you up. It must have been tough for you on your way here," Fang Ying asked.
I smiled helplessly and replied, "Well, Fang Zhu Master, here's the thing: during my time away, I attracted unwanted attention from assassins. Clearly, they were from our Tian Ye Group. If I had called you and others found out, they might have acted before you could help me. So I thought it would be safer for me to come quietly."
Fang Ying nodded in understanding; it made sense. At that moment, Cao Minghui spoke up from the side.
"Xiang Lao Da, it's great that you're here! But have you heard about something?"
"Are you talking about Tam?" I asked with a smile. As soon as Cao Minghui opened his mouth, I understood what he meant.
Given my past with Cao Minghui—he would have preferred if I had dropped dead right in front of him—my survival must have frustrated him the most.
Tam was dead, and cooperation between Tian Ye Group and Jinshan Jiao couldn't stop; clearly, someone needed to be sent to negotiate with the new leader of Jinshan Jiao. This time seemed even more dangerous than before; it appeared that Cao Minghui wanted me to take risks again—ideally hoping I'd meet my end at Jinshan Jiao.
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