Power and wealth bring fragrance

The inexplicable tension in Zhao Gang's eyes vanished in an instant, which he dismissed as nothing more than a strange illusion.

He has been a powerful figure for many years, having weathered countless storms and encountered all sorts of ruthless and extraordinary people.

Even if a mere young man possessed a slightly extraordinary aura, he was certainly not someone who could intimidate him. It was merely the oppressive, confined environment of the interrogation room that had slightly disturbed his composure.

After this self-consolation, Zhao Gang's aura grew even more chilling, and layers of gloom spread across his brows and eyes, making him resemble a demon emerging from an abyss, instantly filling the small interrogation room with oppressive force.

Sun Chao, observing the situation, immediately stepped forward, adopting an extremely obsequious and humble posture. He deftly pulled out the leather chair in front of the interrogation table, bowed respectfully, and wore a fawning smile. He even breathed very softly, afraid of disturbing the terrifying figure before him.

"Chairman, please have a seat."

Zhao Gang nodded slightly, his movements slow yet carrying a deep and composed strength, and sat down steadily.

He leaned forward slightly, his arms resting on the cold edge of the table. His cold eyes were fixed on Wei Yuan opposite him, his gaze as sharp as a cold blade, as if trying to pierce through Wei Yuan's mind.

In the deathly silent interrogation room, his hoarse, cold voice finally broke the silence. His tone was dry and harsh, devoid of any human emotion, and every word was filled with chilling murderous intent.

"Wei Yuan, I'll only ask you this once."

"Tell me Liu Xiangrong's whereabouts, and you can live."

"Otherwise, this interrogation room today will be your burial ground."

His tone was so calm it was almost cold, as if he were stating something trivial rather than deciding a person's life or death.

"Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you. You only have this one chance, so cherish it and don't ruin your future and lose your life in vain."

The chilling threats descended upon him, but Wei Yuan remained seated in the interrogation chair, his body motionless, his expression calm and composed, without a trace of panic or fear in his eyes.

Having witnessed the various bizarre phenomena observed by the Eye of Truth, and seen the contradictory state of Zhao Gang's overwhelming karma and eerie Buddhist light, mere verbal threats were like a gentle breeze on a mountain ridge to him, utterly insignificant.

Wei Yuan's lips even curled into a faint mockery as he raised his eyes to meet Zhao Gang's cold gaze. Instead of answering, he asked a question in a clear and steady voice, breaking the deathly silence in the room.

"There's something I've always been curious about. You can't possibly not know what kind of person Zhao Xuan is."

"He's a good-for-nothing who climbed the social ladder by marrying into a powerful family. All he does is eat, drink, and be merry, indulging in debauchery all day long. He's ignorant, accomplished nothing, and spends his days indulging in sensual pleasures. With your status, vision, and methods, you would never even consider such a clown a threat, let alone stand up for him personally."

Wei Yuan paused slightly, his gaze sweeping subtly over Lin Weiwei, who stood motionless to the side with a blank expression, a hint of knowing coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Don't tell me that Zhao Xuan gave you his woman in order to climb the social ladder by marrying you."

"A person like you, who wields great power and influence, is never short of all sorts of women around him."

"Although Lin Weiwei is somewhat attractive, she is not exactly a beauty that could topple kingdoms or be peerless. She alone is definitely not enough to make you go to such lengths, or even personally put pressure on Zhao Xuan."

"What exactly are you after?"

With Wei Yuan's keen eye, he could immediately see through Lin Weiwei's drastic change in makeup and temperament, as well as the reason why Zhao Gang would support Zhao Xuan.

It's highly likely that Zhao Xuan was desperate and offered Lin Weiwei up himself, hoping to use her beauty to gain Zhao Gang's protection.

Wei Yuan just didn't understand that Lin Weiwei was somewhat attractive, but she couldn't be considered a stunning beauty.

Given Zhao Gang's status, he couldn't possibly lack women, nor would he truly and unreservedly support Zhao Xuan just because of Lin Weiwei.

But Zhao Gang did exactly that, even going so far as to personally appear in the interrogation room to interrogate him.

There must be some unknown secret hidden here.

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible look of surprise crossed Zhao Gang's gaunt face.

He had thought Wei Yuan was just an ordinary young man, at most a bit resilient, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so perceptive, seeing through the superficial advantages and disadvantages at a glance, and even accurately perceiving the strangeness of the matter.

But this surprise was fleeting, quickly replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

He had no intention of wasting words with Wei Yuan, nor would he answer his questions; any further probing would be pointless.

You are wasting your last bit of time.

Zhao Gang's voice grew increasingly cold and menacing, his killing intent rising in waves. "Ten seconds left. Tell me Liu Xiangrong's whereabouts, or you die."

Upon seeing this, Sun Chao immediately bowed and echoed, adopting a blatantly servile posture, and loudly began the countdown, his voice urgent and tense, deliberately creating a suffocating atmosphere of death.

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"eight!"

The crisp countdown echoed in the closed interrogation room, each number seeming to be tapping on the boundary between life and death.

But Wei Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly, noticing something amiss.

Why was Zhao Gang so determined to find Liu Xiangrong?

Liu Xiangrong and Zhao Gang were complete strangers, with no grudges or enemies between them, and had no connection whatsoever.

Even if he wanted to support Zhao Xuan and take revenge on Liu Xiangrong.

Given Zhao Gang's formidable resources, he wouldn't take this level of conflict seriously, nor would he be obsessed with seeking revenge for Zhao Xuan, let alone personally getting involved.

revenge?

This explanation is so flimsy that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it.

Zhao Gang's obsession and determination to succeed, even going so far as to use his own resources to personally investigate and find Liu Xiangrong, is definitely not just to avenge Zhao Xuan; there must be a much bigger scheme behind it!

Whether it's a stroke of luck or a secret, it's definitely not as simple as just a reward.

Wei Yuan couldn't figure out the secret for the time being, but he was absolutely certain in his heart—he absolutely couldn't let Zhao Gang find Liu Xiangrong.

No matter what the other party is plotting, if they succeed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

As his thoughts raced, Sun Chao's countdown continued, the oppressive feeling of death closing in ever closer.

Wei Yuan slowly raised his eyes and met Zhao Gang's lifeless and cold gaze once more. His eyes were open and fearless, without the slightest hint of retreat. His aura was as steady as a rock as he calmly confronted Zhao Gang.

When Sun Chao counted to one, Zhao Gang, just as he had said, stood up without hesitation and left without even glancing at Wei Yuan.

"He's ungrateful; I dealt with him."

After saying this, Zhao Gang walked out of the interrogation room.

Just then, Wei Yuan spoke.

The voice was calm, yet it contained the power of thunder and lightning.

Instead of worrying about others, worry about yourself.

"Vice Chairman Zhao, your face looks like a skull and your forehead is dark. I'm afraid you're in for some bloody trouble."

"If you really walk out this door, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back alive."