The truth behind the assassination three years ago.
Those words made Wan Hao's expression turn sharp at once. His face grew stern, his gaze hawk-like, as though he wanted to see straight through Su Rui.
"Who exactly are you?"
Wan Hao's voice had lost its previous laziness and gentleness, becoming cold and rigid.
He stared at Su Rui, his thoughts spinning nonstop.
This man had approached him deliberately.
This man possessed godlike driving skills.
This man had caught his attention, avoided everyone else, and brought him onto this secluded mountain road.
He had told him that he knew the truth behind the assassination three years ago.
This guy seemed completely confident. He did not merely have a superficial understanding of him—he truly knew what he had gone through.
Wan Hao's identity was highly unusual.
The family behind him was so vast it was suffocating.
And only people of sufficient status, only the upper ranks of extremely influential families, had heard anything about the matters concerning him.
This Su Rui... either he truly had some ability, or... he was connected to those assassins!
"Manager Wan, relax. I have nothing to do with those people who wanted to kill you..." Su Rui said with a smile. "Nor am I part of the direct lineage of some great family in the Capital City. But I do know a few things about you."
Wan Hao's expression remained cold.
That explanation was not enough to satisfy him.
"You must have already roughly figured out who wanted to kill you... otherwise, you would not have stayed so far away from him, hiding in Tongzhou City as an idle racer and a club owner!" Su Rui spoke again, pointing at the scar on Wan Hao's chest. "You... fear your brother that much?"
Wan Hao's face instantly turned pale.
If Su Rui's words had shocked him before, then now, Su Rui felt downright terrifying.
He was descended from a prestigious Capital City family, a favored son of heaven, showered with endless affection.
He had once believed that his life would continue so beautifully and freely. But an accident three years ago had brutally awakened him.
A premeditated car accident. A merciless knife.
They had nearly sent him to hell.
There had been three people in the car at the time: Wan Hao, his driver, and his girlfriend. One assassination, two dead and one injured.
Yet the assassin had escaped without a trace.
For three years, Wan Hao had never stopped searching, but he had never found any trace of the assassin.
The assassin had seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Later, Wan Hao carefully analyzed and reconstructed the events, reaching a conclusion that made his entire body tremble.
The person who wanted to kill him might have been his biological older brother, Wan Cheng.
After he was attacked, the Wan family had cast a Heaven and Earth Net across the entire Capital City. The only people capable of smuggling the murderer out had been those within the family itself.
Wan Hao quickly saw the truth.
This had been a cruel struggle for power.
His brother had made a move against him in order to seize the Wan family inheritance.
Yet he had never mentioned any of this to anyone. Afterward, he had even pretended to know nothing, leaving the family and claiming that he was going to Tongzhou City to recover from his injuries.
That recovery had lasted three years.
He had not abandoned his desire for revenge, but his strength was insufficient, so he could only endure.
He had opened a supercar club to gather support for himself as well. These second-generation heirs were all destined to inherit their families someday.
By then, he would have the strength to go head-to-head with Wan Cheng.
"You really surprise me..." Wan Hao said, his eyes gleaming. He directly pulled a silver-gray Colt M1911 from the vehicle compartment and slapped it onto the hood. "If you are lying to me and cannot give me a satisfactory explanation, do not even think about leaving here alive today."
Su Rui did not doubt Wan Hao's resolve in the slightest.
He truly dared to kill someone here.
But Su Rui merely smiled and shook his head. He casually flicked his palm, repeatedly tossing several gleaming brass bullets into the air. "Manager Wan, how are you going to kill me without these?"
Wan Hao's expression changed. He lightly pulled the trigger, and sure enough, the empty gun gave a series of clicking sounds.
"You... when did you..." Wan Hao's face looked terrible.
"Manager Wan, there is no need for us to keep testing each other." Su Rui casually tossed the bullets into the cliff beside them. "I am not one of your brother's people. He could not afford to hire me either."
Wan Hao's expression gradually eased.
Just as Su Rui had said, if he truly had been Wan Cheng's man, killing him would have been as easy as turning over a hand.
"Can we talk now?" Su Rui asked.
"...What can you give me?" Wan Hao had completely calmed down.
"That assassin is not dead." Su Rui narrowed his eyes, seeming to recall something. "He should now be living it up in some coastal city."
Wan Hao's expression changed again.
He had originally thought that after the assassin failed, Wan Cheng would surely dispose of him in secret to prevent the information from leaking. He had never expected that the assassin was still alive.
"How do you prove it?"
Su Rui took out his phone, inserted a new SIM card, and dialed a number.
The call rang with a busy signal, but no one answered.
It continued for nearly thirty seconds... before a prompt finally sounded from the other end, indicating that the other party had hung up.
He called again, and it was hung up again.
He called again, and it was hung up again.
Not until the fourth attempt was the call finally answered. Yet there was not a single sound from the other end, as though the person was waiting for Su Rui to speak first.
"I'm telling you, this phone of yours is way too hard to get through... Do you know how much time you've wasted for me... Lu Zhannian, right? You've got a package!" Su Rui's voice suddenly changed. It carried the accent of some remote region and sounded extremely familiar.
The other end fell silent, as though someone was thinking.
"Hello! Hello! Can you hear me?"
The other end finally responded.
The voice was hoarse and heavy, like an old broken bellows.
"I'm not Lu Zhannian. You have the wrong number!"
Buzz!
The moment he heard that voice, Wan Hao's body stiffened abruptly. Then his expression changed dramatically, veins bulging at his temples as his breathing grew heavier and heavier.
His rage had reached its limit, yet he was desperately suppressing it.
He knew that voice too well.
During that assassination, he truly had not seen the assassin's face clearly, but the car's built-in dashcam had recorded the murderer's voice.
For three years, every late night, that voice had repeatedly churned through his mind.
Now, that voice was ringing beside his ear once more.
It had not changed in the slightest.
"The identity information for this number is fake..." Su Rui said, waving his phone screen. "But you can investigate where the information source in its call log is located. That should not be difficult for you... right?"
Wan Hao stared at his phone's call history for a long while.
Only after quite some time did he slowly calm down. Looking at Su Rui, he said, "This is a grand gift. Tell me, how much do you want?"
A smile appeared on Su Rui's face.
"No, Manager Wan, this is not a transaction. We can become friends."
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