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Li Haotian tore off a wet wipe and slowly wiped the blood off the bronze dagger.

Leng Feng huddled in the corner of the corridor, his purple eyes still trembling, and a rumbling sound like a broken bellows coming from his throat.

"Dazhu, who exactly are you?"

Han Ruobing supported the half-fallen mahogany bookshelf, her fingers filled with fine splinters.

After tucking the dagger back into his waistband, Li Haotian casually crumpled the blood-stained wet wipe into a ball and tossed it into the wastebasket.

"Bodyguards, the kind that get paid 50,000 yuan a day."

He took off his tattered suit jacket and glanced disdainfully at the tear at the elbow.

"These clothes won't last long; I'll have to ask you for reimbursement later."

Before the words had even finished, the sound of leather shoes clicking on the tiles came from outside the study.

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it carried an unpleasant arrogance.

A group of men wearing gray-blue custom-made suits walked in.

The leader wore gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was so slicked back that even a fly would have to do a split, and he was carrying a silver-white metal safe.

Behind him were four burly men, all wearing black sunglasses, with bulging waistbands, clearly carrying weapons.

"Miss Han, why is this room such a mess?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over Leng Feng, who was still convulsing on the ground, before finally settling on Han Ruobing's face.

"I am here on behalf of the Zhao family and on behalf of Young Master Zhao Tianming to discuss the contract with you."

Han Ruobing straightened up and tucked her messy hair behind her ear.

"Talk about a contract? Zhao Tianming was just thrown out by my men, what right do you have to talk about a contract?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses chuckled sinisterly and pulled a neatly folded piece of official paper from his pocket.

"That's Young Master Zhao's personal grudge. What we need to discuss is the transfer agreement for the underground laboratory that the Han family is cooperating with us on."

He spread the official document on the writing table and tapped it heavily twice with his fingers.

"If Mr. Han Dehai has signed off on it, and the experiment goes wrong, or if the Han family fails to protect it properly, the Zhao family has the right to take full control."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses scanned the chaotic scene in the study before finally fixing his gaze on Li Haotian.

"It now seems that the Han family's protective capabilities are basically zero."

Han Ruobing gritted her teeth, staring at the paper, her fingertips clenched until they turned white.

"That was a trap you set for my dad, it doesn't count!"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses chuckled and turned to look at the burly men behind him.

"Ms. Han, legal matters cannot be simply dismissed as invalid by your own words."

"Also, I heard that a bodyguard who works as a car mechanic here just now assaulted Young Master Zhao?"

He took two steps toward Li Haotian and stopped three meters away.

"It's you?"

Li Haotian scratched his ear, didn't reply, and his eyes lingered on the safe.

"I think you're nothing more than a watchdog who trades his life for money."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses slammed the safe onto the desk with a dull thud.

"For the sake of the Han family, I'll give you a chance."

He lifted his foot and stretched out his shiny, pointed leather shoe in front of Li Haotian.

"Kneel down and lick the dust off these shoes. The Zhao family won't settle this score with a poor wretch like you today."

The group of men in sunglasses joined in the laughter, their voices echoing in the study, which was mostly burned down.

Li Haotian tilted his head, shifting his gaze from the toe of the shoe to the face behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

"What did you just say this thing was called?"

He pointed to the safe, sounding quite puzzled.

"Solid titanium alloy, containing your deadly confession and transfer contract."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses again, raising his chin high.

"What, even the watchdog wants to see what's inside?"

Li Haotian took a step forward.

He ignored the group of people with sunglasses sticking out from behind their waists and patted the lid of the safe.

"Titanium alloy, huh? That's pretty hard."

He spread his fingers and pressed them against the edge of the box, the muscles in his arms instantly bursting the sleeves of his tattered shirt.

Before the man with the gold-rimmed glasses could even sneer, he heard a sickening metallic twisting sound.

"Crunch—squeak—"

Li Haotian's fingers sank into the box, as if pressing into a piece of soft, pliable clay.

The originally square safe began to deform, collapse, and shrink in Li Haotian's hands.

The face of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses suddenly turned from rosy to deathly pale, and his eyes almost popped out from behind the gold-rimmed frames.

"What...what are you doing!"

Li Haotian ignored him, clasped his hands together, and twisted them sharply.

Several more extremely crisp metallic cracking sounds rang out as the so-called titanium alloy safe spun around in Li Haotian's hand.

In less than half a minute, the thing transformed from a square box into a fist-sized, wrinkled metal ball.

Li Haotian placed the metal ball on the table, producing a deafening thud.

The mahogany table was smashed through by the extremely dense iron ball, leaving a hole.

"The contract is good, but it takes up a bit of space. Let me help you organize it."

Li Haotian dusted off the metal powder on his hands and turned to look at the bodyguards who were frozen in place.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses started shaking, and a sound like a hen being strangled came from his throat.

"You're crazy...that's the Zhao family's..."

Li Haotian didn't let him finish speaking.

He reached out and grabbed the collar of the very expensive-looking dark blue suit worn by the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

"And that shoe-licking request, I've never heard of anything so despicable in my life."

He yanked the fabric outwards with both hands, and the sound of tearing fabric echoed throughout the room.

"Sizzle—"

Li Haotian tore that handmade suit into countless long strips.

Before the other person could react, Li Haotian grabbed him and tore his shirt to shreds.

Next came the suit trousers, the sound of the belt buckle snapping ringing out sharply in the quiet room.

In just a few seconds, the impeccably dressed top lawyer was now down to nothing but a pair of shorts with a strawberry pattern.

The tattered pieces of cloth fluttered through the air like butterflies, landing on the heads of the still-stunned men in sunglasses.

"What are you looking at? You want him to lick you too?"

Li Haotian gave the bodyguards a cold glance.

Those men seemed to have been electrocuted; the guns slipped from their hands before they could even draw them.

"roll."

Li Haotian uttered a single word.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was covering his chest, and his two bare legs were freezing in the air, raising goosebumps.

He didn't even dare to look at the iron ball on the ground, and turned around and rushed out the door.

Several bodyguards scrambled after them, their heels clicking on the floor in a chaotic cacophony.

The study returned to silence, with only Leng Feng still panting in the corner.

Han Ruobing stared at the iron ball deeply embedded in the table, unable to utter a single word.

"Miss, this door is broken too, remember to include it in the reimbursement."

Li Haotian turned around, put his hands back in his pockets, and resumed his listless appearance.

"Okay... I'll cover it with the reimbursement."

Han Ruobing replied subconsciously, her expression as complex as if she had opened a color palette.

Just then, the sound of a cane tapping on the ground came from behind the broken screen in the study.

An old man wearing a black woolen bathrobe came out.

The old man's hair was completely white, and the wrinkles on his face were so deep they could trap a fly, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"dad?"

Han Ruobing exclaimed in surprise and quickly went over to help the old man.

The old man waved his hand, pushed his daughter aside, and walked straight up to Li Haotian.

Han Dehai, the head of the Han family.

He glanced down at the iron ball on the table, then suddenly laughed, a laugh that carried a chilling undertone in the empty room.

"Young man, you have good strength; you're a good candidate to be a bodyguard."

Han Dehai reached out, as if to pat Li Haotian on the shoulder.

Li Haotian took half a step back, subtly avoiding the attack.

"I'm here to find someone, not to hear praise."

Li Haotian stared into Han Dehai's eyes, his right hand touching the hilt of the dagger at his lower back.

Han Dehai's smile froze for a moment, then spread again.

"Ruobing, take this Mr. Li to the living room for tea. I'd like to have a talk with these two 'Shadow Ghosts'."

He pointed to the guy on the ground who wasn't quite dead yet, then turned to look at the torrential rain outside the window.

"It's a good thing for young people to have a temper, but the Han family's door isn't so easy to leave."

Han Dehai gently twisted the lion head handle at the top of his cane.

The purple beacon bead that Li Haotian was carrying suddenly jumped violently.

A burning sensation exploded in his chest, so hot that he almost cried out.

The feeling wasn't like being burned; it was more like someone was poking his bones with a red-hot steel needle.

The temperature was rising higher and higher, and even a wisp of extremely thin blue smoke rose from the chest of his shirt.

"Su Wan..."

Li Haotian shouted in his mind, but found that all he heard in his earpiece was that strange pulse noise.

He was all too familiar with this frequency.

That's the frequency emitted when a mirror creature is forcibly awakened.

And the source of this lies in Han Dehai's twisting cane.

"Li Dazhu, what's wrong?"

Han Ruobing noticed that Li Haotian's expression was off and reached out to help him.

Li Haotian shoved Han Ruobing away, his body slightly arched, like a wild beast whose tail had been stepped on.

"Don't touch me."

He let out a low growl and stared intently at Han Dehai, who was still smiling.

The old man's smile grew wider and wider, until it almost stretched from his mouth to his ears.

"I told you, the Han family's tea isn't that good."

Han Dehai twisted his cane again, and the floor of the entire study began to rumble.

That frequency resonated intensely with the purple bead in Li Haotian's arms.

Li Haotian felt his blood boiling, and the golden flame deep in his pupils seemed to have encountered hot oil, bursting outwards like crazy.

He gritted his teeth in the darkness, and the solid tiles beneath his feet began to shatter in large areas as he exerted force.

"The person you're looking for is down there. Let's see if you survive to get down there."

Han Dehai's voice became hollow and distant, and his whole body transformed into several overlapping shadows in Li Haotian's blurred vision.

The purple bead's heat had already burned Li Haotian's flesh, and a burnt smell filled the air.

Li Haotian suddenly pulled out the bronze dagger from his back.

The golden light on the tip of the knife burst forth at that moment, tearing a gap in the surrounding shadows that were trying to envelop it.

He cursed inwardly, thinking that this kind of work was truly risking one's life.

The heartbeat below the Han family mansion suddenly slowed down at that moment.

Immediately following was a piercing scream that resonated through the soul.

"Haotian—!"

That was Lin Mo's voice.

Li Haotian almost lost his mind in that instant.

Ignoring the bloody hole burned in his chest, he stomped his foot hard on the broken floor tiles.

He moved like a golden lightning bolt, smashing open the bookcase at the back of the study.

Behind the cabinet was a bottomless vertical shaft.

Purple light surged upwards from the depths of the shaft in waves, as if it were exhaling.

Han Dehai stood not far away, his cane on the ground, watching Li Haotian's retreating figure as he jumped into the deep well.

His old face, illuminated by the lightning, displayed an almost morbid fanaticism.

"The seeds have been planted; we can begin work in the lab now."

He muttered something to his cane, his eyes devoid of any human warmth.

Han Ruobing slumped against the door, staring at the empty bookshelf, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

Li Haotian is falling rapidly.

The wind howled harshly in my ears, and the burning sensation in my chest had reached my heart.

He gripped the dagger tightly in the darkness, the golden light in his pupils illuminating the well wall.

It was covered with dense, wriggling black veins.

This is no longer the Han family's residence.

This is clearly the stomach of a living monster.

He closed his eyes as he fell, letting the surging power engulf his entire body.

He had never encountered such a request in his entire life, and he never wanted to experience it again.

But he came.

Filled with rage and that damned, lingering golden flame.

The light below grew brighter and brighter.

A crazy truth that has been hidden for thirty years is finally about to be revealed.

Li Haotian's feet touched the hard metal canopy.

The dagger in his hand, imbued with immense force, slammed down fiercely into the hatch.

"boom--!"

The golden shockwave forcefully pushed aside the surrounding darkness.

In this battle, no one can hide in the shadows and play tricks.

Li Haotian landed steadily on the ground, the blood in his palm sliding into the groove of the dagger.

The surrounding displays all lit up at once, each showing the silhouette of a person.

Han Dehai's face.

And another "Li Haotian" lying in a nutrient tank, covered in tubes.

He stared at the man who looked exactly like him, and the flesh at the corner of his eye twitched.

He had never even heard of such a situation before.

But he laughed, a laugh colder than the purple light.

"Han Dehai, are you ready for how you're going to die?"

He whispered something to the cameras filling the room.

The sound wasn't loud, but it stirred up layers of killing intent throughout the entire five underground levels.

The thunder rumbled down from the ground, muffled like the sound of a night watchman's gong.

And here, some are destined to remain forever in the darkness.