Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

The land of cherry blossoms, Tokyo.

In Chiyoda Ward, there is a secluded manor that is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.

This is the branch of the Sun Group located in Japan.

The courtyard was meticulously arranged in a dry landscape style, exuding a Zen-like atmosphere.

The pure white pebbles, raked and combed, reveal a delicate, water-like texture, symbolizing the vast ocean.

The dark blue-green rocks are arranged in a staggered manner, representing mountains.

A few gnarled, withered branches dotted the corner, exuding a sense of desolation.

The room is decorated in a traditional Japanese style.

An old man sat imposingly on the tatami mat in the main seat.

Behind him, a stunningly beautiful young woman was kneeling and quietly playing the zither.

The melodious piano music, like a lament, echoed in the empty room.

Below the old man, a middle-aged man was kneeling respectfully on the ground, his forehead pressed against the tatami mat, reporting something in a very low voice.

"...That's roughly the situation, Vice President."

The elderly man, referred to as the vice president, closed his eyes, his fingers gently tapping his knees in time with the music, seemingly deep in thought.

After a moment, he said calmly, "I understand. You may leave now."

"Hi!"

The middle-aged man did not hesitate for a moment, and knelt down decisively. Then he got up and backed away from the room.

After the sliding door closed again, the old man slowly opened his eyes, stood up and walked to the woman playing the zither, affectionately embracing her soft body.

"How much did you just hear?"

The old man was about sixty years old and was very well-preserved.

With a neatly trimmed beard, he exudes a gentle and refined air, making him a truly charming and handsome older man.

At that moment, a smile played on his lips.

But upon closer inspection, one will find that deep within those eyes lies only pure coldness.

The woman he was holding in his arms was a popular teenage idol in Japan, affiliated with the Sun Entertainment Group.

She is not only beautiful, but also a master of music, especially skilled at playing the zither and the flute, making her the perfect goddess in the hearts of countless otaku.

But this teenage idol, who has been working in the entertainment industry since childhood and is extremely good at reading people, is a true talent.

As the old man embraced her, a strong sense of panic welled up inside her.

Because of nervousness, her usually proud playing technique produced several wrong notes, and the music suddenly became chaotic.

"I...Vice President, I didn't hear anything..."

The woman's voice trembled slightly as she tried to explain.

"That's a lie."

The old man smiled and shook his head, indicating that he did not believe it at all.

"You're so close, right behind me, how could you not hear me?"

The woman's face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

She suddenly broke free from the old man's embrace and tumbled to her knees on the tatami mat.

His body trembled violently, and he pleaded in utter terror, "My lord! I... I really didn't hear it! I swear!"

"Hey, you."

The old man looked down at her, shook his head, and showed a very regretful expression:

"I just said we needed to talk about serious business, so I asked you to go next door to avoid me for a bit."

You insisted on saying no, and insisted on snuggling in my arms and acting spoiled, saying that you couldn't be without me for a moment.

Now it's all right, isn't it?

The woman trembled violently, opened her mouth, and tried to say something to beg for mercy.

However, the old man simply smiled slightly.

Before anyone could see him move, his figure had already appeared in front of the woman like a ghost.

He reached out a hand, seemingly casually grabbed, and directly and tightly gripped the woman's slender, fair neck, lifting her up.

Despite the woman's desperate and pleading gaze, the old man remained unfazed and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

"Snap!"

A chilling, cracking sound.

The woman's neck bones were crushed instantly.

Her beautiful head drooped limply, like a broken flower.

Her once vibrant and innocent eyes instantly turned dull and listless.

"Oh, what a pity, I really like your piano playing."

The old man tossed the body to the ground like trash, casually took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe his fingers, and called out indifferently towards the door:

"Two people, tidy this place up, and arrange for someone knowledgeable in music to come in and play the piano. Don't spoil my enjoyment."

As soon as he finished speaking, two expressionless servants in black entered.

They skillfully lifted the woman's body, cleaned up the traces on the ground, and left silently.

A short while later, the paper door was opened again.

Then a beautiful and gentle young woman entered the room carrying a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

She bowed gracefully to the old man, then sat respectfully in front of the guqin and began to play with all her heart.

The young woman had no idea that right where she was sitting, the body of the girl who had played the piano was still warm.

The new woman's music was still melodious and pleasant to listen to.

The old man sat back down in the main seat, closed his eyes, and listened, nodding and swaying his head.

He would occasionally tap his fingers lightly to the rhythm, as if the killing had never happened.

When the piece was finished, he opened his eyes with a smile, clapped his hands, and laughed heartily.

"Excellent, excellent! A beautiful melody for a beautiful woman, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

……

Macau.

Inside the Grand Palace Casino, in the most exclusive Royal VIP room.

The space here is extremely spacious, with a dazzling and huge crystal chandelier overhead and thick, soft handmade carpets underfoot.

However, compared to the bustling main hall outside, the number of gamblers inside was extremely small, making the space seem somewhat empty.

The number of service staff even exceeds the number of gamblers by several times.

This is a real den of iniquity.

The Grand Palace can provide you with the ultimate experience for any gameplay you can imagine.

The gamblers who frequent this VIP room are all wealthy and powerful tycoons.

They were all extraordinary in appearance, and each of them was accompanied by a stunningly beautiful woman.

Because the threshold here is extremely high, without a net worth of hundreds of millions, you don't even have the right to step through this door.

However, at this moment, two people were shouting loudly and unrestrainedly in the quiet VIP room, which seemed extremely abrupt.

"Blow! Blow for me! Damn it, it's two points again!"

These two people were He Yinan and Ren Tong, who had just come from the capital to relax.

They were shouting and slamming their chips at the gambling table, drawing frowns and sidelong glances from the wealthy people around them.

But He Yinan is also the casino's highest-level VIP gambler.

The manager and waiters on duty were also helpless with these two people and could only serve them with smiles on their faces.

Previously, He Yinan was so angered by Cao Kun's bizarre actions that he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was hospitalized.

But he is young after all, and his physical condition is still good.

After a period of rest, recovery is quite quick.

Once he had recovered somewhat and was discharged from the hospital, Ren Tong strongly encouraged him to go out and relax.

The two strolled around and ended up at A-Ma Temple.