Xie Yan had faced countless major turning points and choices. He had always remained calm and decisive, and over time, he had come to feel that nothing was beyond his reach. Wang Yingrou was half-witted, Wang Chongtian already had one foot in the grave, while he himself was in the prime of life.
Yet in just a few weeks, he had stepped into thin air and plunged straight into the abyss.
And now, the culprit stood right there, his face practically saying, "I've got this in the bag."
After that brief, silent stare-down, more than half the blood in Xie Yan's body turned cold.
Zhao Linxiu was not some idiot who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. As the carefully groomed heir of a prestigious family, he had fought continuously in the business world for years. He had seen more than enough of both human nature and the world at large. Zhao Linxiu had long since figured out exactly what Xie Yan was made of. Acting tough was useless. Once everything Xie Yan took pride in was stripped away, he would wilt faster than anyone.
The security around Zheng Zaisheng's residence was decent, but anyone could find the address with a quick search. Xie Yan was not surprised in the slightest that Zhao Linxiu had managed to find him. A cornered dog would jump over a wall; he understood that.
The smile in Zhao Linxiu's eyes suddenly deepened. He raised a hand and pointed somewhere, signaling for Xie Yan to look.
Xie Yan looked up and saw four or five people standing around ten meters away. They were dressed ordinarily, but their vigilant, gloomy eyes were fixed on him.
Before Xie Yan could react, Zhao Linxiu hit the gas and drove off.
How could he possibly have