"Two million?" Fang Zhiming was astonished.
Two million was not a small sum even for a psychiatrist like him.
What could possibly require two million from him?
Fang Zhiming began to feel uneasy.
"Don't be nervous. It's just something you're best at. I believe your skills are worth two million."
Zhao Yunhai never skimped on spending; he would give whatever he felt the other person was worth.
"Facial reconstruction and plastic surgery. This is a skill you listed in your information. I've found someone, and I want you to make him look like me."
This was Zhao Yunhai's plan: to lure the snake out of its hole.
"No problem, this is my specialty. Rest assured."
Fang Zhiming didn't know the young man's identity, but he knew he was definitely not ordinary. He respectfully agreed.
There was no reconstructive or cosmetic surgery he couldn't complete. Although it was a side hustle, he preferred it to his current work in neurology.
As for the person Zhao Yunhai requested, Liu Tan was already bringing someone with a physique similar to Zhao Shao's to this location.
"Little Monk, what do you think Young Master Zhao wants this person for? Is it a double?" Liu Tan asked curiously.
Wuchen the young monk smiled and clasped his hands together. "Amitabha, this humble monk knows nothing of Benefactor Zhao's intentions."
Liu Tan seemed to realize something and chuckled to himself, saying no more.
He almost forgot that superiors hated it the most when their subordinates tried to guess their thoughts.
He had almost committed a taboo. Luckily, the young monk had reminded him.
Finding this scapegoat had cost Liu Tan considerable effort.
Three million for a settlement. The person suffered from a terminal illness and wouldn't live much longer anyway. The money could be left to his family.
He longed for death, not wanting to continue burdening his family and becoming a weight on them.
Before he died, he could earn a large sum of money, securing his family's future. This was his last act of care for them.
The most terrifying thing in the world was not illness, but poverty.
"Benefactor, when you are buried, this humble monk will chant scriptures for you."
Wuchen the young monk looked at the expressionless man with no color in his face, continuously counting his prayer beads.
"Thank you, Little Monk."
This man had no hope left for life, only wishing for a swift release and to leave a large sum of money for his family.
He didn't even care about what happened after death, so why would he care about this?
An hour later, the man lay in a basement, allowing the doctor beside him to operate on his face.
Zhao Yunhai stood by, watching Fang Zhiming perform the surgery. It was his first time witnessing a plastic surgery.
After familiarizing himself with the various details of Zhao Yunhai's face, Fang Zhiming felt confident.
To be honest, the more attractive and handsome a face was, the more intricate the details required for its reconstruction.
Even a slight omission would result in a lack of essence, making it worlds apart from the desired face.
Therefore, to transform into a handsome or beautiful face, one had to find extremely expensive cosmetic surgeons; otherwise, a single mistake could ruin them for life.
Fang Zhiming didn't even need an assistant as he worked. One wondered if he was a genius, operating alone throughout.
In his most professional field, Fang Zhiming exuded exceptional confidence.
Six hours later.
Fang Zhiming, satisfied, put down his scalpel and looked at the man on the operating table whose face was wrapped in bandages.
"Finally, I haven't let Young Master Zhao down. This mission is a complete success. Now we just wait to remove the bandages."
"The bandages can be removed in one day."
"Good. In one day, he will temporarily take my place."
Zhao Yunhai was also skilled in medicine, but he was not as proficient as a professional in plastic surgery.
He understood disguise, but creating a human skin mask took longer than plastic surgery.
Moreover, plastic surgery was more seamless. Whether one could avoid being detected as having undergone surgery depended entirely on the surgeon's professionalism.
Lone Wolf's actions would never exceed three days; this was a conclusion drawn from all his missions.
Lone Wolf's habit was to leave a wolf-head medal after his kills as a token of his success.
Yang Hui had already been arranged by Zhao Yunhai to leave Qianzhou. She would be brought back from Yanjing after the matter was concluded.
A day later, the bandages were removed. The man was a completely different Zhao Yunhai, although the aura was somewhat different. But that was fine; these were minor issues.
The aura could be adjusted through clothing. Furthermore, this person no longer cared about life or death, so his demeanor was somewhat fitting.
Zhao Yunhai disappeared, and a new "Zhao Yunhai" appeared.
Meanwhile, Liu Tan was still preparing to cause trouble for Lingyun, setting a fatal trap for him when he was distracted, aiming to kill Lingyun.
With the young monk's protection, Liu Tan became bolder, no longer worried about his own safety.
Lone Wolf was ready to act. He never worried about being ambushed.
This was the confidence of an apex expert.
Any trap was as fragile as dirt and broken tiles in the face of true strength.
Lone Wolf looked at the protected young man, comparing him to a photograph. After confirming it was the target, he observed with some doubt.
After all, he had accepted a contract to assassinate him. The target must have received the news, so why was he still venturing out so recklessly?
Something felt off.
"Yun Shao, be careful. Lone Wolf is expected to make a move in the next two days. I think it's best we return to the hotel." Adai respectfully advised the "Yun Shao."
"Zhao Yunhai's" voice was flat. "What are you afraid of? Let him come if he dares."
Dying sooner or later was the same as dying sooner. It meant an earlier release, so he wasn't afraid at all.
Lone Wolf, passing by "Zhao Yunhai," overheard these words and snorted coldly.
So, the man looked down on his abilities.
No wonder he was so brazenly out and about.
The Zhao family was powerful, but they couldn't protect the person he intended to kill.
Lone Wolf compared the man's identity and speaking style. It would be amusing if he killed the wrong person.
The surgery Fang Zhiming performed was so flawless that even Lone Wolf couldn't detect any problems at first glance.
Lone Wolf, when dealing with someone who underestimated his abilities, would make them feel his terrifying and desperate power before killing them.
Zhao Han Jin was not with the fake Zhao Yunhai but stayed with the real Zhao Yunhai for protection.
After all, it was better to be safe than sorry. Every plan had potential flaws.
If Lone Wolf saw through the ruse, Zhao Han Jin would be the final safeguard.
In the suite adjacent to the one they were originally staying in, Zhao Yunhai remained indoors, with his daily needs attended to. The room was booked under Liu Tan's ID.
"Brother Yunhai, this plan is brilliant. Luring the snake out of its hole. That Lone Wolf will definitely fall for it. Then, when my great-grandfather makes his move, this matter will be perfectly resolved," Zhao Lesheng said with a triumphant laugh, sitting beside him.
Meanwhile, Lone Wolf had already made his move on the fake Zhao Yunhai.