Chapter 1 Gong Zhe's Request

Gong Zhe's tense muscles gradually relaxed after hearing the reply, and his aggressive demeanor subsided a lot.

"Recently, we plan to activate those ice-sealed disciples and tear apart the old chairman's domain as much as possible. The operation is code-named: Summer Games."

"But the operation may not be smooth. After so many years of recuperation, the situation within the domain is unclear, and the old chairman's recovery may greatly exceed our expectations."

"So, I hope you can help us complete this final step."

"Over the years, rumors have spread outside that you are the closest person to Xia Tan. I think... you can complete what Xia Tan didn't finish back then."

Saying such words, Lin Wan'er didn't feel anything inappropriate. Since it was a transaction, both parties should show the greatest sincerity. At the moment the transaction was reached, to some extent, she owned Gong Zhe's body.

"Those ice-sealed old guys..." A long-lost sense of age appeared on Gong Zhe's face, as if pulling him back to that era. Time is a carving knife, and it has never had mercy on anyone.

After a while, Gong Zhe nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Deal!"

Gong Zhe turned to leave. Just as Lin Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the door, Gong Zhe suddenly turned around, his tone weakened, and with a hint of hesitation, "One more thing."

Lin Wan'er became vigilant.

"It's not related to what we talked about before, it's... it's about Chen Ran." Mentioning this name, the consistently strong Gong Zhe suddenly became weak, like a child who had done something wrong.

Lin Wan'er remained calm and did not choose to provoke him. "Number 6... are you looking for him for something?" she asked calmly.

"No, I'm not looking for him. I hope... I hope you can help me give him a message." Gong Zhe's throat rolled a few times, and anyone could see his nervousness at this moment.

This man, comparable to Xia Tan, nicknamed the Bone Carver, and with a notorious reputation... actually had such a side. If others saw it, they would probably be shocked.

"Okay, tell me," Lin Wan'er said, acting very cooperatively, seemingly wanting to make the other party feel her sincerity. She also picked up a notebook from the table, opened it, and removed the cap from the pen, preparing to record.

"No need for that, I just... just a few words." Gong Zhe trembled uncontrollably when he saw the notebook and pen, appearing very uncomfortable. "Please tell him for me, just say... just say that what happened before was all my fault, it wasn't his fault, it was... it was I who let down his mother and son."

"I don't expect him to forgive me, but as a father, I hope my child can live well."

The corners of Lin Wan'er's mouth curled up, but she seemed to realize that this occasion was not suitable, and immediately suppressed it, raised her head seriously, and said in a cold tone, "Mr. Gong Zhe, I think you are very sincere, but have you ever thought about it? Actually... you can say these words to him in person."

"The effect would be better," Lin Wan'er added.

Hearing this, Gong Zhe suddenly panicked, or rather, panicked even more. Lin Wan'er keenly felt that the door within him was fluctuating extremely strongly. "No need, just give him the message for me."

After saying this, Gong Zhe had no reason to stay. He knew his own door; wherever he went now, he was a ticking time bomb.

He could explode anywhere, but definitely not here.

Because his son was here.

That was the deepest bond he had with this world.

Watching Gong Zhe stagger away, Lin Wan'er sighed softly. In her opinion, the so-called transaction was not the main reason Gong Zhe appeared here tonight.

The main thing was that, as a father, he wanted to leave a final message for his son before the final moment arrived.

But unfortunately, unlike soap operas, not all misunderstandings can be resolved, and not all grievances can be settled with an apology.

Lin Wan'er had already anticipated the ending: Number 6, Chen Ran, Gong Zhe's son, would never forgive him.

Chen Ran's lifelong goal was to kill Gong Zhe with his own hands.

After learning of Gong Zhe's death, Chen Ran would not be sad, let alone grieve; he would only feel regret.

Regret that he didn't avenge himself personally. From then on, he would also lose a major goal in his life.

But Lin Wan'er would definitely deliver the message, after all, she had already promised Gong Zhe, and she still had this professional ethic.

Leaning back in her chair, Lin Wan'er gently rubbed her forehead and couldn't help but sigh.

...

Another skyscraper, the top floor.

A figure stood in front of the window, overlooking the entire city.

Below him were thousands of lights and surging traffic. The man held a wine glass, seemingly enjoying the feeling of stepping on everything.

He had the capital to do so. If everything went according to his plan, then soon, he, and the guys he led, would redefine the world.

This was the headquarters of the Night Watchers.

Urgent footsteps sounded. The person was in a hurry. A few seconds later, the thick wooden door was pushed open. Even from a distance, one could feel the person's eagerness.

"Uncle Gui." The man in front of the French window didn't turn his head back, complaining somewhat, "You startled me."

Looking at the unreliable man in front of him, the old man nicknamed Bingzhuren (Candle Holder) frowned with a hint of hesitation, seemingly unable to understand why this man, who should be busy and overwhelmed, was so leisurely. "Chairman, have you heard about the recent events?"

"I've heard about it." The man raised his glass, facing the boundless night outside the window, as if paying tribute.

"You've heard about it and you're still so leisurely?" Bingzhuren suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and said in as calm a tone as possible, "This is the fourth case recently, and... and it's getting more and more excessive!"

"In the past, only lone individuals were killed, but now, even if two or even three people are together, it's useless. That guy will find them and kill them!" Bingzhuren's voice changed.

"Now we have seven heads killed, almost half of our major districts. The entire Night Watchers are now in a state of panic. Candidates from all over the world dare not replace them. Everyone is watching, worried about becoming the next victim!"

Bingzhuren was extremely anxious about the current situation. The most annoying thing was that he always felt like the emperor wasn't worried but the eunuch was, especially the indifferent attitude of the person in front of him, as if he wasn't the chairman of the Night Watchers at all, but an irrelevant passerby.

"Don't be nervous, Uncle Gui. Useless people, it's fine if they die." The man turned around, revealing a relatively young face, around 30 years old. The most annoying thing was that there was still a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's rare for you to come, have a drink with me." The man raised his glass, his pair of silver eyes bewitching and strange.