You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The deep voice echoed through the microphone.

Like a hook, it completely overturned the jar of honey in Shen Wanzhou's heart.

She was led by Chen Yuan through the automatically parted crowd.

The sunlight outside the auditorium was a bit too bright.

Shen Wanzhou's cheeks were hidden behind her mask, as red as a ripe tomato.

The hand that Chen Yuan was holding was covered in a slippery layer of sweat.

But instead of pulling back, she quietly tightened her grip and grabbed the man's knuckles.

The two figures walked further and further away along the tree-lined path, leaving the noise behind them completely behind.

The time shifts to late that night.

Jianghai Municipal Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

The incandescent lights in the corridor shone a stark white, exuding an aura of death.

In addition to the strong smell of Lysol, the air was also filled with the stench of fermenting rotting flesh.

The source of the smell was a special ward at the end of the corridor.

Gu Zi'ang lay on the hospital bed.

Cold metal handcuffs were on his wrists, the other end of which was locked to the iron bed frame.

His right hand, where the index finger was missing, was swollen like a purple, fermented steamed bun.

Dark red blood streaks mixed with yellowish-green pus soaked through the thick gauze.

A few days after being arrested at an internet cafe, the damp environment of the detention center caused his wounds to become completely infected.

septicemia.

A fever of 40 degrees Celsius wouldn't subside, and signs of organ failure began to appear.

To prevent him from dying inside, the police granted him temporary medical parole.

Gu Ziang stared at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes.

A wheezing sound, like a broken bellows, came from his throat.

He knew he didn't have long to live.

That man named Chen Yuan, with just a few videos, casually ruined his life.

Those posts he made online that smeared Chen Yuan.

Not even a splash was made.

He was instantly erased by a mysterious force, leaving him only with the humiliation of having his underwear stripped off.

The insults online played in his mind every day.

Jealousy and resentment were like two venomous snakes, gnawing at his internal organs.

"Why...why can he drive a sports car worth hundreds of millions..."

"But I'm just going to wait here to die..."

Gu Ziang's features were contorted, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open.

A female nurse on duty walked in carrying a treatment tray.

We're getting ready to change his dressing.

Gu Ziang caught a glimpse of the nurse approaching out of the corner of his eye, and a look of desperate madness flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled a piece of broken glass that he had hidden under his pillow.

That was something he secretly left behind after breaking a water glass at noon.

"Don't move!"

He grabbed the nurse by the neck like a mad dog.

A sharp shard of glass was pressed firmly against the nurse's carotid artery.

"The key! Give me the key to the handcuffs!"

The nurse was so frightened that she trembled all over, dropped the treatment tray, and spilled medicine all over the floor.

Trembling, he pulled the keys out of his pocket.

Click.

The handcuffs were removed.

Gu Ziang punched the nurse on the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.

He changed into a nurse's white coat and put on a mask.

Like a ghost, it fled into the night through the hospital's fire escape.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The winding mountain road leading to Yunding Manor in the suburbs of Jianghai City.

The streetlights were old and in disrepair, with only one dim yellow streetlight every few dozen meters.

The road is lined with dense woods, and the shadows of the trees sway in the night breeze.

Gu Zi'ang was like a rat in a gutter, hiding behind a huge "GG" sign.

He was drenched in cold sweat.

The excruciating pain at the severed finger made every breath feel like swallowing a knife.

He was clutching a claw hammer he had stolen from a roadside construction site.

The rusted hammerhead gleamed with a dull, cold light in the dim light.

He had inquired and found out that this road was the only way back to Cloudtop Manor.

Chen Yuan, that pretty boy, passes by here every night in his car.

He wanted that man to be buried with him.

With just one hammer blow, that haughty face will be smashed to pieces.

Even if he rots in the mud for the rest of his life, it will have been worth it.

The mountain wind grew stronger, making the tree branches rustle loudly.

Two blinding high beams suddenly swept over from around the corner of the mountain road.

The lights tore through the thick darkness.

A large, all-black SUV was steadily driving towards the mountaintop.

Gu Zi'ang's pupils suddenly contracted.

The madness in his eyes exploded like boiling magma.

He gripped the handle of the hammer tightly with both hands.

The knuckles turned a horrifying bluish-white from excessive force.

Even the pain of the severed finger was forcibly suppressed by this murderous intent.

ten meters.

five meters.

close!

Gu Ziang suddenly jumped out from behind the GG sign.

Like a mad dog, it charged into the middle of the road without any hesitation.

The blinding headlights made it impossible for him to open his eyes, so he could only rely on instinct.

He raised the heavy ram's horn hammer in his hand.

It was aligned with the position of the driver's side windshield.

"Chen Yuan! Die!"

A hoarse, cracking roar erupted from his throat.

The hammer slammed down with a whooshing sound.

The enormous reaction force made his hand go numb, and a bloody gash instantly split open in his hand.

The bulletproof glass made a dull thud as the car door opened. Gu Ziang looked at the towering figure stepping out, and the madness on his face instantly froze into terror.