New Game

"His name is He Wen."

Once Yuanxiao had made his decision, he told Shen Yu without hesitation. He reached up and clasped the right hand Shen Yu had been touching his face with—he had felt Shen Yu start to pull it away.

He stopped him, and even wanted to go a step further.

Jiang Qianyu yanked him away by force.

"Now that you know who the killer is, why aren't you going to get revenge? What are you still standing here for?"

Lu Changfeng waved a hand, and a team split off to capture He Wen.

"He Wen? Is he the one I'm thinking of?"

"Looks like it. So the He Family's eldest young master, the one who's always so refined and friendly to everyone, is actually like this in private? Wearing an angel's mask while doing a devil's work—that's a bit of a surprise."

"A surprise? I'd say that's his true nature. I thought a good bamboo shoot had finally grown out of the He Family's muck, but it was all an act?"

"He Lin is his full brother. Haven't you seen what kind of person he is? And you still expected He Wen to be a good man?"

"Wasn't He Lin asked to leave Jinglan Imperial Residence? I heard he offended that person. The family still had He Wen to hold things together, but now it's doubtful he'll even get out alive. How long do you think the old master of the He Family can hold on?"

"Shall we work together?"

"We're not the only ones who have our eyes on them."

"We'll grab what we can. There are too many monks and not enough meat, but that doesn't mean we can go without eating."

"Then... here's to a good partnership."

With a few words, the group made their decision. In any case, it had nothing to do with them. As long as He Wen died here today, their families' businesses would reach greater heights. A trace of secret anticipation quietly arose.

Yuanxiao looked small and thin, but his core strength was extraordinarily strong. Aside from catching him off guard at first, Jiang Qianyu, who was a head taller than him, couldn't budge him at all. His face flushed red with the effort, and he went back to Shen Yu's side in a huff.

Seeing Shen Yu's expression turn cold, Yuanxiao understood that he had been tricked. He should have been angry and indignant. He should have seized this little liar and punished him severely.

But even he couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. "...You still haven't told me your name?"

Lust had utterly clouded his judgment!!

He despised himself for it.

Even the person backing him couldn't stand to watch anymore.

The mechanical voice rang out again.

But before that, he heard Shen Yu's answer. Shen Yu didn't feel in the least like a scumbag who used someone and tossed him aside. His voice was devoid of emotion, a far cry from how he had sounded just now, but for some reason, Yuanxiao blushed again when he heard it.

"My name is Shen Yu."

What a lovely name.

"Yuanxiao, you ruined my game. What do you think we should do about it?"

As if venting his anger, the man set off several more bombs.

The bodyguards had brought Lu Xianchang down long ago. He had woken up, though his face was a little pale. Only after seeing that Shen Yu was safe and sound did he breathe a sigh of relief. He then glanced at Lu Changfeng out of the corner of his eye and was now asking what had happened.

He Wen had been tied up and thrown to one side.

Unfortunately,

one of the explosives that went off was on the first floor. It was far from the crowd, but seeing an explosion firsthand was different from hearing one, especially at such close range. Some fragments of stone even flew over to them.

"If you can't give me a satisfactory explanation, the next thing I blow up... will be a load-bearing column."

Shen Yu thought the voice sounded somewhat familiar, as though he had heard it somewhere before, but he didn't pay it much attention.

Since this person could monitor their actions in real time, that meant—Shen Yu looked up at the surveillance camera in the corner of the first floor. Its red light was still blinking.

But without a signal, he couldn't watch remotely. In other words, the man was in the surveillance room!

One after another, do they all come this close to do their dirty work?

Shen Yu quietly asked Lu Changfeng where the surveillance room was. Once prompted, Lu Changfeng also realized the crucial point, but how could they circle around to it without drawing the attention of the person inside?

Although Yuanxiao had long known how ruthless the man was, hearing his merciless voice still left a bitter feeling in his heart... That man had saved his life. If he wanted to take it, he could do so at any time.

Not to mention that he had also made plans to help Yuanxiao get his revenge.

Yuanxiao owed him, but it was also true that he had ruined the game the man wanted to see. Yuanxiao considered how to make it up to him. After looking around, an idea rose in his mind, making his blood boil as anticipation spread through him.

His voice was hoarse. "Boss, how about I make it up to you with a better show?"

"Go on."

The mechanical voice sounded uninterested.

Yuanxiao picked up a dinner knife from the table. Its blade flashed with a sharp, cold gleam under the warm yellow light. Everyone, unable to make sense of what he was getting at, stared at him. They saw him smile wickedly, and the words that came out of his mouth sent a chill down their spines.

"What fun is there in just dividing up his family's property? How about you divide up the man himself?"

Bloodthirsty excitement flashed in Yuanxiao's eyes as he advanced step by step. The mechanical voice instantly understood what he meant and helped him by threatening the crowd not to retreat. At the very front was the man who had just proposed working with the others to carve up the He Family once they got out.

He was a middle-aged man, neatly groomed and dressed in a well-tailored suit, with a designer watch on his wrist. He had even put on men's cologne—the standard trappings of a successful man. Earlier, he had blended into the crowd, speaking at length and discussing whether others lived or died.

"You've had plenty of friction in business, haven't you? The things he's done have made you hate him so much your teeth itch, maybe even enough to wish him dead. Today, I'm giving you the chance—"

Yuanxiao was like a succubus beguiling people's hearts.

"As long as each of you stabs him once, it doesn't have to be fatal. You'll just be letting off a little steam, and he won't die from it. Even if the Police Bureau asks, you can say I forced you and keep your own hands clean. What do you say?"

Yuanxiao held out the dinner knife.

He Wen, whom he had dragged to his side, was trembling all over like a leaf. He kept begging for mercy, saying he had been blinded by folly before and that he could give Yuanxiao the entire He Family as an apology, if only Yuanxiao would spare his life. But when he heard what Yuanxiao was saying, he still couldn't help cursing him as a "madman."

Yuanxiao looked down, raised his foot, and planted it on He Wen's shoulder, grinding down hard. He murmured viciously, "Madman? Haha, weren't you the one who made me this way? People always have to bear the consequences of what they do, Mr. Devil."

A flicker of excitement passed through his eyes, as though he could see He Wen's ending.

Yuanxiao raised his head, his expression turning fierce and menacing. His scar made him look even more savage. "Take it already. Are you waiting for me to ask you nicely? Or... do you want to take his place?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head and accepted the dinner knife with trembling hands.

"That's right. Good." Yuanxiao stepped aside. "Pick a spot you like and stab him. Remember, all the way in."

"And... you have thirteen minutes left. If you all finish stabbing him, the promise to let you out still stands. If you don't... heh heh."

He left the rest unsaid, but everyone understood what he meant.

The middle-aged man steeled himself. "Sorry."

He averted his eyes from He Wen's pleading gaze and turned a deaf ear to his desperate pleas.

The knife went in and came out, and bright red blood immediately flowed.

Then it was passed to another person.

Another spot was chosen, and the knife plunged down and was pulled out again.