"Old Yao, Old Yao, wake up!"
Lin Yu "slowly regained consciousness" from the pool of blood. He gazed weakly at the Tycoon before him, his breath barely there.
His expression first showed surprise and relief, then gradually filled with guilt.
"B-Boss, I'm sorry."
"I made a real mess of things... I embarrassed you."
The Tycoon's face was grim, but he still forced out a smile. "It's fine. You didn't embarrass me. You did great."
"This was my fault. I shouldn't have let you come... I shouldn't have arrived so late."
As the Tycoon spoke, Lin Yu nodded without answering.
He merely took two slow, heavy breaths, then struggled to lift himself—though in reality, he only managed to raise his head a few centimeters.
The Tycoon grasped Lin Yu's slightly raised hand.
"The legacy is in the hands of the statue over there—Sherlock and the others are hiding in the corner," Lin Yu said as though using up all the strength in his body. Blood foam bubbled from his mouth. "I... I'm sorry."
"You arrived in time... I was just too stupid."
After saying that, Lin Yu closed his eyes, and his breathing stopped.
The Tycoon watched this scene, let out a long breath, and silently pushed a pill into Lin Yu's mouth before straightening up.
Nearby, Nineteen, who had been slammed into the ceiling by [Hayek's Invisible Hand], had also recovered. Using the wind to support himself, he slowly descended to the ground, then looked toward the man in the blue suit.
"So the 'Tycoon' of 'Jiang'an Hall,' huh? Ranked twenty-seventh, and you really aren't simple... Although you're ranked last among the 'Tier 4s,' a Tier 4 is still a Tier 4!"
Despite his words, Nineteen's gaze showed no hint of retreat. If anything, he looked eager to try his