Feuds of the Wealthy

The truth about the assassination three years ago.

These words caused Manager Wan's expression to sharpen instantly. His demeanor was stern, and his eyes were like an eagle's, as if he wanted to see right through Su Rui.

"Who exactly are you?"

The laziness and gentleness were gone from Manager Wan's voice, replaced by coldness and stiffness.

He stared at Su Rui before him, his mind racing.

This person approached him proactively.

This person's driving skills were godlike.

This person grabbed his attention, avoided everyone else, and brought him to this secluded mountain road.

Told him that he knew the truth about that assassination three years ago.

This guy seemed confident and wasn't just superficially aware of him; he genuinely knew about the things he had experienced.

Manager Wan's identity was very special.

The family behind him was even stiflingly large.

And the matters targeting him were only known to people of sufficient status, some extremely important figures in the upper echelons of powerful families.

This guy named Su Rui... either he really had some capability, or... he was connected to that group of assassins!

"Manager Wan, relax a little. I have nothing to do with that group of people who wanted to kill you..." Su Rui smiled. "I'm not a direct descendant of some prominent family in the Capital City either, but I do know some things about you."

Manager Wan's expression remained cold.

This explanation did not satisfy him.

"You must have a rough idea in your heart about who wanted to kill you... Otherwise, you wouldn't have avoided him from afar, choosing to hide in Tongzhou, acting as a leisurely driver and club owner!" Su Rui spoke again, pointing at the scar on Manager Wan's chest. "Are you... that afraid of your brother?"

Manager Wan's face instantly turned pale.

If Su Rui's words had shocked him just now, at this moment, he felt that Su Rui was somewhat terrifying.

He was the descendant of a famous family in the Capital City, a favored son of heaven, showered with countless affections.

He once believed that his entire life would continue to be so beautiful and carefree; but an accident three years ago brutally woke him up.

A premeditated car accident, a ruthless knife.

They almost sent him to hell.

There were three people in the car at the time: Manager Wan's driver and his girlfriend. One assassination, two dead and one injured.

And the assassin had escaped without a trace.

For three years, Manager Wan had never stopped searching, but he still hadn't found any trace of the assassin.

The assassin was as if he had vanished into thin air.

Later, Manager Wan carefully analyzed and deduced a result that sent shivers down his spine.

The person who wanted to kill him might be his own brother, Wan Cheng.

When he was assassinated, the Wan family had set up a dragnet throughout the Capital City. The only people capable of getting the killer out were those within the family.

Manager Wan quickly realized.

This was a cruel power struggle.

His brother had made a move against him to secure the inheritance rights of the Wan family.

But he had never mentioned these things to anyone; afterwards, he even pretended to be completely unaware, stayed away from the family, and claimed he needed to go to Tongzhou City to recover from his injuries.

This recovery lasted for three years.

He had not given up his desire for revenge, but lacking strength, he could only endure.

Opening a supercar club was also a way to gather support for himself. These second-generation heirs were all destined to inherit their families in the future.

By then, he would also possess the strength to contend with Wan Cheng.

"You truly surprise me..." Manager Wan's eyes were sharp. He directly pulled out a silver-gray Colt M1911 from the car and placed it on the hood. "If you lie to me and don't give me a satisfactory explanation, you won't leave here alive today."

Su Rui didn't doubt Manager Wan's resolve in the slightest.

He truly dared to kill someone here.

But Su Rui smiled and shook his head, directly shaking his palm. Several gleaming yellow bullets were tossed up repeatedly. "Manager Wan, without these, how can you kill me?"

Manager Wan's face changed. He lightly pulled the trigger, and sure enough, a clicking sound of an empty gun echoed from inside.

"You... when did you..." Manager Wan's expression was very grim.

"Manager Wan, we don't need to test each other anymore." Su Rui casually tossed those few bullets into the cliff beside them. "I'm not your brother's man, and he couldn't hire me."

Manager Wan's expression slowly became calmer.

Just as Su Rui said, if he were truly Wan Cheng's man, killing him would be as easy as flipping a hand.

"Can we talk now?" Su Rui asked.

"...What can you give me?" Manager Wan had completely calmed down.

"That killer isn't dead," Su Rui said, narrowing his eyes as if recalling. "He's probably... living a life of luxury in some coastal city right now."

Wan Hao's expression changed again.

He had originally thought that after failing the first time, Wan Cheng would secretly get rid of the killer to prevent information leaks. He hadn't expected the killer to still be alive.

"How can you prove it?"

Su Rui took out his phone, put in a new SIM card, and dialed a number.

The phone rang busy, with no one answering.

It continued for nearly thirty seconds... before a tone indicated the other party had hung up.

He dialed again, and it was hung up again.

He dialed again, and it was hung up again.

Not until the fourth time was the call finally answered. However, there was no sound from the other side, as if waiting for Su Rui to speak first.

"I say, it's really hard to get through to you... How much time have you wasted of mine... Lu Zhannian, right? You have a package!" Su Rui's voice suddenly changed, adopting a dialect from a remote area, sounding very familiar.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, as if someone was thinking.

"Hello! Hello! Can you hear me?"

Finally, there was a reaction from the other end of the phone.

The voice was hoarse and heavy, like a worn-out bellows.

"I'm not Lu Zhannian, you have the wrong number!"

Buzz!

Hearing this voice, Wan Hao's body suddenly stiffened. Then, his face drastically changed, veins bulging on his forehead, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

Extreme fury was being desperately suppressed.

He was too familiar with this voice.

He hadn't clearly seen the killer's face during that assassination, but the dashcam in the car had recorded the killer's voice.

For three years, every late night, this voice had repeatedly churned in his mind.

Now, this voice was ringing in his ears again.

There was no change at all.

"The identity information for this number is fake..." Su Rui shook the phone screen. "But you can check the source of the information in its call records; that shouldn't be difficult for you..."

Wan Hao stared at the call record in his hand for a long time.

After a while, he slowly calmed down and looked at Su Rui, saying, "This is a great gift. Tell me, how much do you want?"

A smile appeared on Su Rui's face.

"No, Manager Wan, this isn't a transaction; we can become friends."