My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

Zhao Zhenyu froze, abruptly stopping in his tracks. He forced himself to stand firm and shouted, "What...what do you want to do?"

"My uncle in the provincial capital is Zhao Dehai! The vice president of the provincial chamber of commerce! If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll make you regret it!"

"Wow? What a high-ranking official! I'm so scared."

Ye Xunhuan strode over.

With each step he took, Zhao Zhenyu took a step back, until finally there was nowhere left to retreat, and his back slammed against the wall with a "thud," making his mouth tremble with fear.

"I'm telling you! Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll call for help!"

"What, come over here? Go ahead and bite me!"

Ye Xunhuan stopped in front of him, looking down at him, and suddenly raised his hand.

Zhao Zhenyu was so frightened that he shrank back, closed his eyes, covered his head, and trembled all over.

The expected pain didn't land on my head. Instead, I heard a sharp "snap," and my left cheek burned with pain, while my ears rang.

After slapping Ye Xunhuan, he shook his hand as if it had been smeared with something dirty.

"You think you're worthy of being called 'people'? You spent two million to hire these cowards?"

"Give me that two million? In exchange for not hitting you? Wouldn't that be better?"

"Huh? You—!"

"You dare hit me?!"

Zhao Zhenyu covered his face, both shocked and angry. Just as he was about to utter some harsh words, he received another solid slap on his right cheek.

"Snapped!"

This slap was even harder, sending him spinning in place. He spat out a bloody tooth and fell to the ground, rolling a long way.

"If you keep nagging, I'll pull out all your remaining teeth, string them into a bracelet, and send it to your uncle."

Ye Xunhuan spoke lightly, but his eyes were as cold as ice. Zhao Zhenyu covered his face and tears welled up in his eyes from the pain.

After dealing with Zhao Zhenyu, who was jumping the loudest, Ye Xunhuan slowly turned back to Su Zhenhai.

Su Zhenhai, who had just been hoping his henchmen would turn the tide, was now completely ashen-faced, slumped on the ground like a lump of mud, his eyes darting around, not daring to meet Ye Xunhuan's gaze.

"Why did you stop shouting? Weren't you shouting quite loudly just now? Keep shouting, I'm listening."

Ye Xunhuan squatted down and patted Su Zhenhai's face, making him feel as if he had been electrocuted.

"Don't rush, the real show has just begun."

"Those documents were just an appetizer. My senior sister was afraid you old fox wouldn't admit it, so she specially prepared a big gift for you."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, swiped it twice, and casually placed it on the coffee table next to him, the screen facing all the Su family relatives in the room.

The phone screen was lit up, and a video was playing.

In the video, Zhang, the nanny who served the old man of the Su family, kowtowed to the camera while crying and recounting in detail how Su Zhenhai instructed her to put a slow-acting nerve agent in the crevices of the purple clay cup.

She even knew exactly how she added mind-control powder to the ginseng tea, how much she added each time, how long she left it, and even the bank card number and transfer time that Su Zhenhai used to pay her hush money.

After the video finished playing, another long string of chat screenshots appeared.

It was a private conversation between Su Zhenhai and Lu Mingyuan, the second son of the Lu family. It contained details about everything from plotting poisoning to transferring assets and then transferring the core Su family business at a low price. The time, amount, and details were all included, and even the words "Wait until the old man breathes his last and the position of family head is secure before signing the transfer" were clearly written on it.

Finally, a bank statement with the bank's official seal appeared.

The records clearly document the destinations of the 1.8 billion yuan in assets that Su Zhenhai transferred in batches through seven overseas shell accounts over the past three months, all of which ultimately ended up in offshore companies controlled by the Lu family.

"Come on, old man, tell everyone, is this video a composite, the chat logs photoshopped, and the bank statements forged by me?"

Ye Xunhuan crossed his arms and leaned against the coffee table, his tone quite mocking:

"Should we bring the nanny, Zhang, in so we can confront her?"

"They're just waiting in a police car outside the villa, ready to come in and have a serious talk with you as soon as they hear you say a word."

The entire audience erupted in cheers once again.

If the previous documents could still be claimed as forgeries, then the nanny's confession video, private chat logs, and stamped bank statements are irrefutable evidence, leaving no room for denial whatsoever!

"Did he really do it? How could he do such a thing? This is absolutely depraved!"

"My God, he'd even poison his own father for the position of family head. What wouldn't he do?"

"They're selling the group's real estate and pharmaceutical businesses to the Lu family? They're going to squander the Su family's century-old legacy! A classic case of a spoiled brat selling off his grandfather's property without a second thought!"

The Su family's relatives instantly changed their tune. The few who had just been accusing Ye Xunhuan of fraud along with Su Zhenhai immediately jumped out to distance themselves, becoming more eager than anyone else to do so.

"Zhenbang, I've known for a long time that Zhenhai is a wicked man! A few years ago, he secretly embezzled company funds to gamble. I saw it all, but I was too embarrassed to say anything!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Last time the old man said he wanted to give the inheritance to Qingyuan, I saw Zhenhai's expression was off, and he was muttering to himself behind his back. I never thought he would dare to do such a patricidal thing!"

"What are you waiting for? Call the police right now and take him to the police station!"

Everyone chimed in, their criticisms all directed at Su Zhenhai, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would be implicated and lose their benefits in the Su family.

Su Zhenbang was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pointed at Su Zhenhai, his fingers shaking, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Su Zhenhai! You...you unfilial son! How could my Su family produce such a heartless wretch!"

"Dad has always treated you well, how dare you... how dare you!"

Looking at the accusing gazes filling the hall, Su Zhenhai knew he was completely finished today.

But he gritted his teeth, decided to give up entirely, and roared with his neck stiff.

"So what if it is? It's fake! You forced the nanny to record a fake video! The chat logs are also fabricated!"

"Without the old man's autopsy report, and without catching me poisoning him on the spot, what right do you have to convict me?" His eyes were red, he looked like a madman, and his face was full of a desperate, reckless determination.

"Let me tell you, as long as the old man is alive, you don't have solid evidence! Once he's truly passed away, there will be no one to testify, and you'll have even less to prove yourselves!"

These words completely tore off the last shred of pretense; it was blatant shamelessness.

Su Zhenbang was so angry that his chest felt tight, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. He clutched his chest and backed away repeatedly.

Just then—

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

A rapid, piercing security alarm suddenly blared from the inner room, its sharp sound shattering the noise of the living room.

The butler, Old Chen, scrambled out of the room, shouting, "Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened! The old man's heart rate has suddenly plummeted! The toxins remaining in his body have somehow spread everywhere!"

"His liver and kidneys are failing, and his blood pressure is almost undetectable! Dr. Li... please come in and take a look, or it will be too late!"

One sentence, and the entire room fell silent instantly.

Su Zhenhai was stunned for a moment, a flash of barely concealed elation suddenly appearing in his eyes, which he then forcibly suppressed, putting on a look of utter grief, pounding his thigh and shouting:

"What?! He must have used those acupuncture needles haphazardly, causing my dad to become like this! He's a murderer!"

Zhao Zhenyu, as if grasping at a last straw, clutched his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and shouted, "Yes! It must be him! He's a charlatan! He made the old man's condition worse and is trying to run away! Catch him! Don't let him get away!"

All eyes instantly focused on Ye Xunhuan again, some with doubt, some with trepidation, some with schadenfreude, and some with worry.

Su Qingyuan's face turned pale, and she subconsciously grabbed Ye Xunhuan's arm.

Ye Xunhuan's smile finally disappeared.

He licked his back teeth, his eyes as cold as ice, and glanced at Su Zhenhai's barely concealed smugness.

"interesting."

"You've got a hidden trick up your sleeve, haven't you? Oh my, it's a timed detonator?"

He strode forward, heading straight into the inner room, his voice cold and utterly devoid of any hint of jest:

"Those whom I, Ye Xunhuan, choose to save, even the King of Hell cannot take away."

"You dare to play dirty tricks right under my nose? I'd like to see who gave you the guts."