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Time flew by, and it had been ten years since he was released from prison. Cao Yuanfang had not made an appearance during this time, allowing Jin Jiangming to finally feel at ease. For his seventy-third birthday, he decided to celebrate grandly, hoping to dispel his bad luck and smoothly cross this milestone.
Little did he know, turning seventy-three would indeed become a significant hurdle in his life, at least for Jin Jiangming in the present moment. Since Cao Yuanfang had arrived, he would not easily let things go. Jin Jiangming believed he understood Cao Yuanfang well; he was a cunning, ruthless individual capable of anything.
"Every grievance has its source, and every debt has its owner. Jin Jiangming, rest assured, I will only trouble you. If I were to involve your family, do you think they could have lived peacefully until now? In our line of work, we avoid bringing misfortune to our families and would never betray friends. But you seem to have forgotten this saying. Now it's time to settle the score. Tell me, how should we clear our accounts?" Cao Yuanfang sneered.
Onlookers stared blankly, unaware of the history between the two men. However, since this was Jin Jiangming's personal matter, they felt it inappropriate to intervene and chose to remain as mere spectators.
"Young Master, it seems Mr. Jin is in trouble," Qin Xiaoya whispered.
Jiang Chen casually cracked sunflower seeds in his hand and smiled lightly. "Let's observe the situation first; perhaps it presents an opportunity for us."
Qin Xiaoya and Zeng Xianyi nodded in understanding and focused intently on the unfolding drama.
Jin Jiangming's feelings were indescribable; he was filled with regret for having organized such a grand birthday celebration. However, it was too late for regrets now; all he could do was take things one step at a time. Even if Cao Yuanfang was ruthless, he wouldn't dare kill someone in broad daylight.
"Heh, Cao Yuanfang, there’s nothing between us that needs settling. Your disciple's arrest was merely bad luck; don’t blame others for it—blame the police instead," Jin Jiangming said, trying to maintain an air of calmness. When dealing with a ruthless person, one must not show weakness; if he did, it would only encourage further aggression.
"Well then, since that’s the case, there’s nothing left to discuss. This fine red sandalwood coffin is yours to use," Cao Yuanfang said coldly without further ado.
"W-What do you intend to do? Are you planning to kill someone in broad daylight? The nearest police station is just a mile away! Cao Yuanfang, I advise you not to disregard the law; otherwise, you’ll find yourself in prison," Jin Jiangming warned sternly.
"I’ve faced death countless times; I’m not afraid of it. Moreover, Jin Jiangming, if I wanted you dead, there are many ways to do so. I could make you die without even realizing it. You won’t need this coffin today, but perhaps tomorrow or the day after—you might find it useful. You should keep it for now," Cao Yuanfang replied with a cold laugh. Though he harbored deep hatred for Jin Jiangming, he had no intention of acting violently here today. His purpose was merely to intimidate Jin Jiangming; seeing the fear in his eyes meant that he had achieved his goal. He intended to let Jin Jiangming live in dread for a few days before finally exacting his revenge.
Jin Jiangming's composure began to crack under pressure. He knew that someone like Cao Yuanfang had countless methods at his disposal; he had heard tales of ancient tombs filled with deadly poisons and even zombies from Cao Yuanfang himself. There was no doubt about the many ways Cao Yuanfang could kill him. The thought of how cruelly Cao Yuanfang might choose to end his life sent chills down Jin Jiangming's spine and drained color from his face.
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