Lei Wuye had kept a low profile these past years and rarely showed his face. Most of the time, he stayed at his seaside Fishing Manor, practically living in seclusion.
He looked calm and detached, like some worldly hermit, but his hunger for power had not diminished in the slightest.
From that picturesque retreat, he still controlled the operations of the businesses under his name through various means, issuing orders and making decisions. It was as though visible shackles had become formless reins, entwined around the necks of every person who couldn't stand in the light.
The last time he had appeared in public was several months ago, at the inauguration ceremony for the new Governor. Back then, citizen representative Mr. Lei Wuye had shaken hands with the Governor, and in front of the cameras, the two had smiled as if they were the closest of allies.
Yet only a short time had passed, and he was already in the intensive care unit.
For a moment, it was utterly unbelievable.
But at the same time, absurd as it was, it somehow seemed to carry a few hints of plausibility.
What was even more bizarre was that such life-or-death news had, for some unknown reason, spread like wildfire!
Overnight, everyone knew. Oh no, oh no, Lei Wuye was dying! It threw people's hearts into turmoil and left everything in chaos.
Logically speaking, he was just an old bastard. If he died, he died. What was the big deal?
After all, Lei Wuye had cultivated Yai City's underworld for so many years. To claim that he had done many good deeds would be laughable. He was covered in sins; perhaps not utterly vile beyond redemption, but certainly deserving of death.
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