A Million? Who Are You Trying to Fob Off, a Beggar?

Seeing Bai Ziyu's reaction, Jiang Fang had his answer.

He had guessed right.

Jiang Fang chuckled softly, glancing at Bai Ziyu, who was trapped in self-doubt, and said casually, "Tell me, do you think the cameras caught what you did? Could any netizens have noticed something? Maybe Weibo is already full of trending searches about our great celebrity Bai shoving someone."

Bai Ziyu was startled, his heart seemingly skipping a beat. But he quickly realized that what Jiang Fang described was impossible.

Still, Jiang Fang had noticed the truth.

A trace of viciousness flashed through his eyes. Bai Ziyu forced a fake smile and put on an act. "What are you talking about, Jiang Fang? When did I push you? You need evidence when you speak, or I'll sue you for defamation."

He was not that stupid. The cameramen had all gone to film the guests ahead. Jiang Fang was just an ordinary person, and aside from the livestream cameras on the guests, no one had been filming him. Bai Ziyu had observed carefully for a long time before acting. The cameras could not possibly have captured the entire incident.

As long as he denied it to the end, even if Jiang Fang knew, there was nothing he could do without evidence. Bai Ziyu could even counterattack. After all, he had those fans behind him. With a little manipulation, Jiang Fang, a nobody, would never make any waves.

Seeing that Bai Ziyu had not taken the bait, Jiang Fang sighed inwardly in regret. Unexpectedly, Bai Ziyu had started using his brain at a time like this. But it did not matter. After all, there was still a difference between a human brain and a pig brain. It would not affect his plan.

Noticing a shadow behind the nearby reef from the corner of his eye, Jiang Fang slightly curled his lips.

"Suing me for defamation? You really had the nerve to say that. But I'm curious. Just how did I provoke you? We didn't seem to know each other before, did we?"

"Or did you know me unilaterally?"

Sure enough, Jiang Fang caught the fleeting unease in Bai Ziyu's eyes.

"So you really did know me? Why? Why would a big celebrity pay attention to an ordinary person?" Jiang Fang stepped forward. At six feet tall, he was overwhelmingly imposing in front of Bai Ziyu.

Under that double pressure, panic rose in Bai Ziyu's heart. He could not help feeling intimidated and took a step back.

Jiang Fang narrowed his long, almond-shaped eyes slightly and ran through the details of the original novel in his mind. However, there was too little description of him, cannon fodder who died the moment he appeared, to find anything useful.

When one person wanted to kill another, it was nothing more than love, hate, grudges, profit—or the murderer had psychological problems.

Based on what Bai Ziyu had revealed, psychological problems could be ruled out first. It was even less likely to be love, hate, or grudges. That left only profit.

The original owner did not know Bai Ziyu. They had not even had any overlap in their daily lives. He was merely an orphan about to start university, on a completely different social level from Bai Ziyu, and they did not even have mutual friends.

It could be said that they were like two unrelated parallel lines. Unless, before the original owner's memories began, those two lines had already intersected.

Profit, an orphan...

Suddenly, a hint of amusement flashed in Jiang Fang's eyes.

"Perhaps it's about identity? Right?" He leaned close to Bai Ziyu's ear and softly spoke two words.

Bai Ziyu's eyes widened as he stared at Jiang Fang in disbelief, as though asking: How did you know?

Jiang Fang sighed inwardly. Sure enough, whether he was reborn or transmigrated, he still couldn't grow a brain.

Tch. Boring.

Jiang Fang turned and headed toward the camp, completely ignoring the reaction of the person behind him.

Bai Ziyu panicked instantly. Why did Jiang Fang know? And why was he not continuing to question him? Did that mean he truly knew everything?

Thinking about everything he might soon lose, Bai Ziyu's mind buzzed. In a burst of impulse, he could only call out to stop him.

"Wait!"

Jiang Fang stopped and turned back to look at him in confusion.

"What do you want?" Bai Ziyu tried hard to calm down and attempted to communicate with Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang sneered. "What can you give me? Or rather, how much do you think my life is worth?"

Jiang Fang did not consider himself a good person, but at least the law was his bottom line.

Yet this person before him, with no idea where his sense of superiority came from, acted so high and mighty, as if human life meant nothing to him.

Then again, otherwise, how could the original owner have died so miserably?

Bai Ziyu felt there was nothing wrong with him. His mind was filled only with calming Jiang Fang down first.

"One million. Take the money and leave City B. Never come back for the rest of your life."

One million?

Jiang Fang snorted with laughter. "Who are you trying to fob off, a beggar?" In his previous life, he would not even have bothered picking up a one-million check if it fell on the ground.

Even in this life, as long as he wanted to, he could make that much at any time.

Bai Ziyu's face instantly flushed red at his words, humiliation turning into anger.

"You! You... you don't know what's good for you!"

After finally calming down, Bai Ziyu suppressed his anger. "Then what do you want?"

"Not much. Turn yourself in, or jump from there. Whether you live or die will be up to fate. No matter what happens afterward, I'll pretend I never knew you or the people behind you."

Turning himself in was impossible.

As for the second option—Bai Ziyu looked in the direction Jiang Fang pointed, and his face instantly turned pale.

The place Jiang Fang indicated was a cliff not far from the camp. It was around twenty to twenty-five feet high, steep, and the bottom could not be seen clearly.

"Are you crazy?!" Bai Ziyu screamed.

Jiang Fang shrugged innocently. "I've already given you a discount. You should know I fell from ten thousand feet before. Of course, if you don't want to, you can turn yourself in instead. Either works for me. The choice is yours."

He had already been very merciful, all right?

But Bai Ziyu did not see it that way. Jiang Fang was trying to kill him!

As the saying went, you never knew pain until the whip struck your own back. Bai Ziyu did not think there was anything wrong with pushing Jiang Fang down, yet he thought Jiang Fang was trying to take his life by returning the favor. He had hypocrisy down to an art.

Would Bai Ziyu turn himself in? Of course not.

Once he turned himself in, all his efforts would be wasted.

Would he jump off the cliff? Even less likely. Having finally gotten his wish and become surrounded by wealth and power in this life, he cherished his own life all the more.

If he had been more ruthless back then and killed Jiang Fang, none of this would have happened.

He lowered his head and pretended to think, concealing the ferocity and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Fine, I agree. I choose the second option. Then we'll be even."

Jiang Fang smiled and turned away.

"Of course."

The fish had taken the bait.

Since Bai Ziyu had dared to kill him once, doing it a second time would not be difficult.

Idiot. The viciousness in his eyes is practically impossible to hide.

I hope Bai Ziyu likes the gift I prepared for him.

Bai Ziyu stared fixedly at Jiang Fang's retreating back, no longer bothering to conceal the ruthlessness in his heart. He clenched his fists so tightly that several bloody crescent marks appeared in his palms.

"Jiang Fang, just you wait."

After saying that, he adjusted his clothes and expression, returning to his original pure and detached white-lotus facade.

The two left one after the other.

A long while later, faint footsteps sounded atop the enormous reef nearby. A shadow emerged from behind it and stood where the two had been for a long time.