Chen Lin held Zhang Ruoxi's hand and swaggered out of the VIP lounge.
Fatty Wang and the others outside had no idea what had happened inside. Seeing Chen Lin emerge unscathed, with their boss nowhere in sight, they could only bow and see him off in trembling fear. None dared ask a single question.
After leaving the casino.
Chen Lin took Zhang Ruoxi straight to a taxi and headed for Zhang Cheng's luxurious hillside villa.
The night was deep.
Chen Lin easily evaded the villa's perimeter security with Zhang Ruoxi and slipped into the master bedroom.
He went straight to an oil painting, entered the code he had obtained from Zhang Cheng's memories, and opened the safe hidden in the wall behind it.
Chen Lin pulled out several thick physical ledgers and handed them to Zhang Ruoxi.
Zhang Ruoxi accepted them in confusion and opened one.
Its pages were packed with records of Zhang Cheng's transfers to the Japanese politician "Takaichi Sanae." Every payment was an astronomical sum. Photocopies of several top-secret documents were attached alongside them.
Zhang Ruoxi might have been innocent, but she was not stupid. She instantly understood what those ledgers meant.
Fury burned through her. She trembled with anger, her knuckles turning white from her grip.
"How... how can these people be so evil!" Zhang Ruoxi said through gritted teeth.
Chen Lin reached out and gently stroked her head.
His voice was gentle, yet carried the merciless creed of an immortal cultivator who regarded all things as expendable:
"You little fool. Some people in this world don't deserve to live."
"Kill to protect life. Sever evil, not people."
Zhang Ruoxi lifted her head and looked into Chen Lin's deep eyes.
Those words thundered through her mind like temple bells calling her awake.
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