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In Daofeng's mind, Prince Hui, and even Qiu Qinyun, were the murderers who indirectly caused the old man's death!

A strong sense of crisis made Qiu Qinyun's heart pound. She forced herself to remain calm, avoiding Daofeng's terrifying gaze. While everyone's attention was still on Qin Luo who had left and Daofeng who was kneeling on the ground, she quickly lowered her head, swiped her fingers rapidly on her phone screen, and used voice input to send a WeChat message to Prince Hui in a very low but urgent voice.

"Xiao Hui! Leave the hospital immediately! Find a safe place to hide! Don't go back to your usual haunts! Blade might be about to attack you! Hurry!"

Almost the instant Qin Luo stepped out of the ward and closed the door, a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Urgent Mission. Miraculous Recovery - Completed.]

[Rewards distributed. Situ Rui, Fu Yichen, Xu Ruizhe, and the host himself will each receive a 20-point increase in physical constitution.]

[Current host constitution: 160 points.]

As expected, the task assessment only required him to perform the rescue action; the outcome did not affect the reward.

Qin Luo felt a new warm current surging through his body, as if a purer and more powerful force had been injected into his limbs and bones, and every cell seemed to be cheering with joy. His 160 points of physique allowed him to reach a new level of control and perception of his own power.

He didn't linger in the oppressive and sorrowful hospital corridor. He shook his head slightly at Ling Yue, who approached him with a questioning look in her eyes, and then left the hospital alone.

……

The rewards take effect almost instantly and have a significant impact.

In the bedroom on the second floor of Fu Yichen's luxurious villa in the city, Fu Yichen, who had just experienced some "intense exercise" and was feeling tired and was about to give up, suddenly felt a hot current rising from his lower abdomen and instantly flowing throughout his body!
His previously sore waist was filled with explosive power again, and his dissipated energy recovered at an astonishing speed, even more surging than when he was at his peak!

"Ok?"

Xie Yuting, who was pinned down by him, sensitively noticed his change. She had already prepared herself for the end, but she opened her hazy eyes in surprise and looked at Fu Yichen, who had suddenly become energetic and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Yichen, you...how could you..."

"I don't know, I just suddenly felt... really good!"

Fu Yichen himself was also somewhat confused, but his body's instincts prevented him from stopping this sudden, seemingly inexhaustible surge of energy.

Meanwhile, at the upscale gym that Situ Rui frequented, Situ Rui, who had just finished a set of high-intensity strength training and was practicing boxing in front of the punching bag, threw a punch!
"boom!!!"

A deafening roar, far louder than usual, resounded! The professional sandbag, suspended in mid-air, filled with iron sand and weighing two hundred kilograms, was sent flying high backward by his punch, swinging with an amplitude far exceeding that of the past! The thick iron chains connecting the sandbag creaked under the strain.

"I rely on!"

Situ Rui was startled. He withdrew his fist, looked at it in disbelief, and then at the swaying sandbag.

He could clearly feel that the power and speed of his punches, as well as his body coordination and endurance, were all much stronger than before! This wasn't a psychological effect; it was a real improvement!
“Hahahaha! Cool!”

After a brief moment of astonishment came boundless elation! Situ Rui excitedly pumped his fist, immediately pulled out his phone, and sent a voice message to his brothers' WeChat group, his tone brimming with eager anticipation.

"@All brothers! I feel like I've unlocked my full potential! My strength has skyrocketed! Lao Fu, Xu Shao, especially you, Lao Fu, how about a one-on-one duel sometime? Let me show you my current power!"

He was completely unaware that Fu Yichen was perhaps undergoing an even more "intense" physical transformation than he was.

Xu Ruizhe also felt the changes in his body. Although they were not as direct and intense as those of Situ Rui and Fu Yichen, he clearly felt that he had more energy. The minor discomforts he used to experience after staying up late disappeared without a trace, and his overall condition was exceptionally good.

……

Qin Luo walked out of the hospital, the night breeze carrying a chill.

He took out his phone, intending to contact Ling Yue or see if there were any other messages, when a WeChat notification sounded; it was from Chen Mengyao.

Qin Luo's gaze softened slightly upon seeing Chen Mengyao's name.

He remembered the girl who had risked her life to stop a car to save Xiang Siyi. Although he guessed that she was contacting him now because she was in trouble and probably needed money, Qin Luo didn't find it troublesome.

He opened WeChat and saw a message from Chen Mengyao, her tone cautious and clearly anxious.

"Brother Qin, I'm sorry to bother you so late. I... I've run into some trouble, not to borrow money! It's... the influencer agency I signed with has been withholding my livestreaming income, and the contract terms are really unfair."

I want to go to the company to get my contract back and terminate it, but the people there... they're a bit fierce, and I'm afraid to go alone. Brother Qin, could you... could you come with me? Just wait for me downstairs at their company, just to give me some courage, you don't need to go up! Thank you so much!

"Not borrowing money?" Qin Luo was slightly surprised. It seemed she was really in trouble, and it sounded like a contract dispute. Thinking of her helpless state when she was harassed by thugs at the barbecue stand that night, Qin Luo didn't hesitate and replied.

"Send me the address."

Soon, Chen Mengyao sent a location: a creative industrial park in the eastern district of Mindu.

Qin Luo glanced at the car; he had arrived in Blade's car, and his own car was still at the North City Branch Police Station. So he hailed a passing taxi and gave them the address of the industrial park.

……

The atmosphere in the corridor outside the hospital's intensive care unit was heavy and subtle. Amid the sadness, a more realistic tension concerning the future began to permeate the air.

A man dressed in a black suit, who looked like a mid-level manager at Anbang Group, hurriedly walked up to An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun and reported in a low voice.

"Miss, Madam Yun, Attorney Wang has arrived at the group headquarters and is asking when you can go there."

Attorney Wang!
The name made An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun's eyes narrow almost simultaneously. Attorney Wang had been Old Master An's private legal advisor for decades and one of his most trusted people. He had been in charge of keeping and executing Old Master An's will.

His appearance signifies that the old man's final arrangements before his death are about to be revealed.

This concerns who will lead Anbang Group in the future, and how its vast assets and power will be distributed.

An Ruoxi quickly concealed the sorrow on her face and regained her cool and composed demeanor, though her eyes were still slightly red.

She glanced at the ward door, then at Qiu Qinyun beside her with an inscrutable expression, and said in a deep voice.

"Leave someone here to handle this; everyone else, return to the company immediately." Qiu Qinyun's heart was also filled with mixed emotions, including worry about her son's safety, extreme anticipation for the upcoming power distribution, and a touch of unease.

She took a deep breath, her face regaining its composed yet undeniably excited expression, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, the old man's matter is important. Let's go back to the company first and listen to his arrangements."

Soon, the senior executives of Anbang Group in the corridor dispersed like a tide, each getting into their cars, and the convoy drove in a grand procession towards the Anbang Group headquarters building. At the hospital, only a small number of personnel remained to assist with the follow-up matters.

The once crowded corridor suddenly became empty and deserted.

However, no one noticed, or rather, no one could perceive it at all, shortly after everyone left, a slightly hunched figure dressed in simple clothes appeared silently, like a ghost, in front of Grandpa An's bedside, where the nurse had just covered him with a white sheet.

The person who came was none other than Aunt Feng.

Her appearance was not stunning, even somewhat ordinary, but her eyes were exceptionally clear and bright, revealing a kind of clarity and tranquility that came with experience. Her unique temperament was out of place in the cold hospital environment.

She stood quietly for a while, her gaze falling on the old man covered by the white sheet. A complex emotion flickered in her eyes, a mixture of reminiscence,感慨, and a sense of relief and weariness.

She reached out and gently lifted the white cloth covering Old Master An's head, revealing his peaceful yet lifeless old face.

Aunt Feng stared at that face and murmured in a very low voice that only she could hear.

"Old An, you're leaving too... Take care on the road. When you see the master and madam, and the old brothers who have passed away, please give them my regards. Tell them that Feng girl... still remembers what happened back then."

She paused, her tone becoming more resolute, yet tinged with a deep sadness.

"Go in peace. The things you haven't finished, the people you're thinking about... as long as I'm still here, I'll find a way... to keep an eye on things for you and protect them."

After speaking, she reached out her hand, her somewhat rough but warm fingers gently closing Old Master An's unclosed eyes. The movement was tender, as if she were preparing the remains of an old friend who had passed away.

After doing all this, Aunt Feng covered him with the white sheet again, and without lingering any longer, she turned around and left the ward quietly, just as she had come. Her figure disappeared into the dim light of the hospital corridor.

She left the hospital without taking any transportation, walking unhurriedly, her pace seemingly slow but actually extremely fast, traversing the city's nightscape, her direction clear—West Mountain.

Returning to the orchard she had guarded for countless years, deep within it lies a clearing she had meticulously prepared, where no fruit trees are planted, only tombstones stand.

Twelve stone tablets stood silently under the moonlight. The tablets were made of ordinary materials, without any ornate carvings or even names. On the front of each tablet, there was only a simple number, from "One" to "Twelve".

Aunt Feng walked to the small cemetery and gently stroked each of the cold stone tablets, as if she were stroking the shoulder of an old friend.

The night wind blew through the orchard, rustling the leaves like whispers.

She gazed at the twelve nameless tombstones, her eyes distant, as if piercing through twenty years of time, returning to that era of war, passion, and yet also of separation and sacrifice.

"Twenty years ago, there were eighteen people, including myself, who followed the master and madam."

She murmured to herself, her voice drifting through the quiet orchard.

"Now, twelve old brothers are lying here. Adding to that Old An who passed away today..."

She paused, then looked up at the deep night sky, where the stars were few and far between.

"Among those still alive, including me, there are only... five left."

The deep night enveloped her figure and the silent tombstones.

The circular conference room on the top floor of Anbang Group's headquarters building was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was as heavy as the sea before a storm. The huge circular conference table could easily accommodate dozens of people, but at this moment, apart from the empty head seat at the very top, only three people were seated.

On the left, An Ruoxi sat upright in a large leather chair, her plain black business suit making her face appear slightly pale, but her eyes remained clear and sharp. Behind her, more than thirty people stood straight as javelins.

Hongxiu stood close by, her aura heavy and composed; Wu Yufeng and Wu Wanqing, brother and sister, had solemn expressions; Ye Meigui crossed her arms, her eyes occasionally sweeping across the opposite side; and there were also many key members and capable assistants of the group belonging to An Ruoxi's faction, a dark mass, their silence exuding an aura that could not be underestimated.

On the right, Qiu Qinyun occupies a symmetrical position.

She changed into a deep purple velvet dress, with a matching shawl. Her makeup was exquisite, and her beautiful face carried just the right amount of sadness and solemnity. Behind her stood a large, dark crowd, no fewer in number than those opposite her.

The Buddha sat in a specially made wheelchair, his head wrapped in gauze, his face grim, his gaze occasionally clashing with Wu Yufeng and the others opposite him, sparks flying. Jiang Ling and Qiu Qinyun's trusted confidants were also present. The two sides were clearly divided, their eyes locked in a tense standoff, a palpable sense of impending conflict hanging in the air.

Beneath the conference table, directly opposite the empty head seat, stood a lone chair. Blade sat there alone, a stark contrast to the large groups of people on either side.

There was no one behind him, as if he had an invisible barrier that shut out all the noise and confrontation.

He lowered his head slightly, his slightly long black hair covering half of his face, revealing only his tightly pursed thin lips and his hard-lined jaw.

He was toying with a rather old-looking throwing knife in his hand. The blade was short, simple in design, even somewhat rough, and the edge didn't appear particularly sharp; it seemed to be made of ordinary steel.

But this unassuming throwing knife was repeatedly caressed by the fingertips, the movements as gentle as if it were a rare treasure.

This was the first and only throwing knife that his adoptive father, Grandpa An, personally crafted for him after he returned from a three-year absence.

The craftsmanship was far inferior to the custom-made pieces by famous designers that he later acquired, but he always carried it with him and never let it leave his side, as if this rough blade carried some weight that others could not understand.

The entire conference room was completely silent, save for the occasional suppressed cough and the rustling of clothes.

All eyes were drawn, seemingly unintentionally, to the heavy, closed oak door, awaiting the moment that would decide their future.

"Click."

A soft sound broke the almost frozen silence. The conference room door was slowly pushed open from the outside.

Three figures entered. The one leading them was an elderly man who appeared to be around sixty years old, with meticulously combed hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a serious, old-fashioned face. (End of Chapter)