Fan Chongguang

Zheng Mingchuan remained silent for a long time.

The office was utterly quiet, with only the ticking clock on the wall marking the passage of time.

The night outside the window was deep, and the distant lights still glittered brilliantly, but that prosperity and bustle no longer had anything to do with him.

After a long, long time, Zheng Mingchuan finally nodded.

"I confess."

The moment those words left his mouth, he felt something inside him collapse completely.

Decades of struggle, decades of careful planning, decades of cautious maneuvering—all of it vanished into nothing at this moment.

But he had no regrets.

Because it was for the child he had cherished since childhood, for the child he had been willing to give everything for.

Xu Wuyi watched him without speaking.

He merely took a recorder from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pressed the record button.

"Speak."

Zheng Mingchuan took a deep breath before slowly beginning.

"Three years ago, after Lin Wan'er died, Lin Quan refused to settle privately and insisted on calling the police. I tried every method—threats, inducements—but none of it worked. In the end, I had Lu Sheng handle it. I had him... had him kill Lin Quan."

His voice was calm, so calm it was as if he were talking about someone else.

"Lu Sheng was a Xiantian Martial Master. That night, he climbed in through the window and gave Lin Quan no chance. Afterwards, we staged the scene. The police investigated for a while but found nothing, so they closed the case."

Xu Wuyi listened without interrupting him.

Zheng Mingchuan continued, "Over the years, I used my position to secretly support certain businessmen and have them conduct business with the major battle groups and corporations."

"The money was routed through intermediary companies. Part