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Shen Laizhang ran desperately through the torrential rain. The bone-deep cold could not extinguish the wicked fire blazing in his heart. After who knew how long, he finally came to a stop.

By the faint light, Shen Laizhang slowly held out his hand. The blood had long since been washed clean by the rain, yet he still felt a searing burn.

What had he done...

The blade plunged into a body, and the last thing frozen in his mind was Fang Jin's grief-stricken eyes.

Shen Laizhang's head felt as though it were splitting apart. He forced himself to call Huang Xi. By the time Huang Xi drove over, Shen Laizhang was still kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

Why did it have to be Fang Jin? Everything mentioned in that email had evidence behind it. Shen Laizhang did not involve himself in company matters, but he had no shortage of connections. One afternoon was enough for him to verify it again and again. The scattered clues formed a complete picture, and at the center of that whirlpool of conspiracy stood the eldest brother he respected most.

When Shen Laizhang confronted him, what he had wanted most was for Fang Jin to deny it. Yet Fang Jin admitted it with contempt and an attitude that trampled all over him. That was what Shen Laizhang could least accept. He had killed someone—how could he not feel even the slightest guilt? Thinking of how Shen Changxiong had raised and loved him, Shen Laizhang completely lost his mind the moment he saw Fang Jin's cold back. In terms of methods, he was no match for Fang Jin, and Yue Lin was Fang Jin's domain. Then Shen Laizhang turned his head and saw the fruit knife on the table.

He suddenly wanted to