Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

"You love me, don't you?" Jiang Ting asked, gazing at An Zhehao.

"When was it discovered?"

"I figured it out a long time ago, from the moment you kept putting opportunities to help Caos in front of me. I thought you loved me and that you would spoil me, so I tried to seduce you and find out everything about you."

You're wrong.

"Yes, I was wrong. The more you love me, the more you resist me. You're afraid I'll restrict you and make you stop."

An Zhehao did not answer, his smile becoming even gentler.

"I've been with many men, you know, and there's nothing I can do about it."

My face and my body are my most powerful weapons; if I don't use these weapons, I will be useless.

But my soul belongs only to you.

"I know, I know, I don't mind these things."

Jiang Ting frowned slightly, but her smile deepened. She gently rested her head on An Zhehao's shoulder: "Your embrace is so warm, just like I imagined..."

Jiang Ting let out a soft groan and struggled to lift her head: "Thank you for granting my last wish..."

"You deserve it!"

"Do you know that I'm bothered by the fact that you've been secretly watching him? My greatest wish is to have a child, your child..."

"I know, I know everything."

"Kiss me..."

Jiang Ting tilted her head back, slowly closed her eyes, and An Zhehao looked at her face and kissed her.

The music gradually faded until it finally stopped abruptly.

An Zhehao raised his head, took one last look at the stunning face so close to his, and then released his grip.

Jiang Ting slid to the ground, blood spreading beneath her fiery red dress, slowly soaking a large area of ​​the ground.

An Zhehao took a light breath, straightened his body slightly, and bowed slightly to Jiang Ting, as if he were saying goodbye to his dance partner. Their manners were impeccable, and they left without the slightest hesitation.

The three people playing music in the church put down their instruments expressionlessly and began cleaning up the scene.

An Cheol-ho hurried along the path in front of the church, and after turning a corner, he arrived at a very secluded heliport. There, a helicopter had already started its rotors and was ready for takeoff.

Ahn Cheol-ho stepped onto the helicopter, which immediately took off, crossed the ocean, and headed towards the distant land.

Forty minutes later, Ahn Cheol-ho appeared in the living room of a huge manor castle.

The living room was both rustic and luxurious, and seven or eight well-dressed people sat there, their hair neatly combed. When An Zhehao entered the living room, everyone raised their wine glasses to him.

A uniformed servant brought Ahn Cheol-ho a glass of wine, which he politely declined.

"Medusa has fallen?" asked a man in his sixties with a large beard and wearing an ornate uniform.

"Yes, at her request, I personally escorted her back to her divine position."

"Oh, poor Medusa! Mr. Chen, you are truly a heartless man!"

"Mr. Anderson, let's not waste any more time and get down to business. I need to rush back to China after this meeting to deal with the mess Medusa left behind."

"Okay, time is precious and it won't stop for anyone. Let's begin!"

Gentlemen, the first topic we need to discuss is how we should respond to the enormous losses we have suffered in Huaxia Deep Sea City.

"Revenge! We must get revenge!" Anderson had barely finished speaking when an elderly man with a ruddy complexion immediately spoke up, banging his cane on the ground.

"Thank you for the suggestion, Mr. William. I have noted it down," Anderson said with a smile.

"I abstain!" a man with a sculpted face said softly.

"Yes, sir Aldridge, I have noted it down."

"I also abstain..."

The vast majority of people present abstained. William, who advocated revenge, was clearly very dissatisfied with the result, but he did not say anything more.

"What is your opinion, Great Abraham?"

Anderson turned to a man sitting in the corner, who had been sitting in the shadows and was hard to notice. He wore a gold mask and looked very mysterious.

"I would like to hear Mr. Chen's opinion, since Mr. Chen has always been in Haizhou, China, which is far from Shenhai City, and he is also Medusa's close partner."

Abraham's voice was slightly hoarse, making it difficult to discern his exact age.

An Zhehao shrugged slightly: "I have no objection."

"What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says," Ahn Cheol-ho took a breath and stood up, drawing everyone's attention.

"I think it's quite boring for everyone to discuss this; it's a complete waste of our precious time."

"Mr. Chen, please be more specific. We don't quite understand what you mean."

"I've made myself perfectly clear!" An Zhehao said, hands in his pockets, as he walked to the window and looked out. "I've always had one principle: I don't say things that don't benefit me, and I don't do things that don't benefit me."

Ladies and gentlemen, what good would it do us to retaliate?

We have already lost billions of dollars. In retaliation, we need to risk being retaliated against by the Chinese government and once again invest a large amount of valuable human and material resources.

Revenge…what will we gain in the end by doing this?”

"We will earn everyone's respect!" William banged his cane once again.

"Respect?" An Zhehao laughed. "In my opinion, other people's respect is nothing!"

"Nemesis, watch your words!"

"I'm sorry!" An Zhehao shrugged. "Then let me put it another way, in a less harsh way: I live only for myself. I don't need anyone's respect, and I don't care about anyone's opinion."

I am who I am!

I only act according to my own preferences and do what I like to do. As for what others think or how they see it, I don't care and I don't care at all.

I care more about fear than respect.

Respect is given by others, while fear is imposed on others by myself!

I say fear will come, and fear will come; no one can resist it! That feeling is perfect!

Getting revenge for something is so pointless. I think it's something only children would be interested in. Adults shouldn't be interested in children's games.

"Oh, so that's what you were thinking... Now I'm starting to understand why you came up with such a crazy plan."

"Yes, that's what I think."

If my plan succeeds, everything will be fine once and for all! I'm only interested in this plan now; everything else is just trivial stuff!

I have carefully analyzed the incident in Huaxia Deep Sea City. The opponent's methods were very creative, indicating that he was a completely new adversary. Although he also used some forces that we are familiar with, the whole thing was still accomplished under his planning and control.

I was more curious than angry!

I'm very curious about what kind of person orchestrated such a brilliant operation; also, would this person be more valuable to us than to us as an enemy? At least he has demonstrated sufficient intelligence and destructive power.

An Zhehao's words silenced everyone.

"Mr. Chen, what you said seems to make some sense, but what if that friend isn't willing?" William asked, having calmed down and his tone was no longer so angry.

"Oh, that's a real shame!"

"Is this just a matter of regret?" Abbott, who wore black-rimmed glasses and had a small mustache, interjected.

"Yes, at this moment, I can only express my regret!"

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Chen. You think now is not a good time for us to take revenge," Abote nodded.

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Abbott!" An Che-hao bowed slightly.

"When anger is contained in the heart, it becomes a sharp sword hanging over the enemy's head, keeping the enemy in constant fear and constantly draining their mind."

A sword is most threatening when it is not yet in use; once it falls, whether or not it kills the enemy, we will lose it forever.

Why don't we keep this sword hanging in the air forever?

We lurk in the shadows, reveling in the panic and fear on our opponents' faces, letting this distract them and drain their energy. When they are exhausted, the sword can fall at any moment.

"Well, all I can say is that you've convinced me, Mr. Chen," William said slowly, nodding. "But are we just going to do nothing? Can't we try to salvage some of the losses?"

"I don't recommend doing that!"

An Cheol-ho shook his head: "If we try to win back the chips we've already lost with new chips, we're no different from gamblers."

Chips are just chips; if you lose, you lose.

A smart gambler's wisest choice after losing money is to get up and leave immediately, so as to preserve the other chips in their hand.

Only when you get to the right gambling table will you have a chance to win back everything you've lost.

"You make a good point. Mr. Chen, I'm curious, if the right opportunity arises, how will you retaliate against the enemies who have caused us losses?" Aldrich, with his statuesque face, asked.

"I think I would politely ask him to compensate us for our losses and invite him to join us. At the same time, I might also invite him to witness a tragedy."

"Tragedy? What tragedy?"

"Mr. Aldrich, you should not ask such a question. Your compatriot, Mr. Shakespeare, has already given the most appropriate explanation of tragedy."

"Tragedy is about destroying something beautiful for people to see, right?"

"Almost, but what Mr. Shakespeare said was: to tear apart something beautiful and show it to people, while the word 'destruction' was used by Mr. Lu Xun."

"Oh, this Mr. Lu Xun must be an Eastern philosopher."

"Yes, Mr. Lu Xun was a great scholar, and of course, you can also regard him as a philosopher."

"Alright, let's wrap this up here."

My suggestion is: let Mr. Chen, our Nemesis, take over everything concerning Medusa. Does anyone have any objections? Abraham finally spoke again.

"no comment."

"I agree."

Everyone agreed.

"Let's move on to the next topic," Anderson nodded to everyone. "The next topic is, please give your opinions on that crazy plan proposed by our Nemesis."

"Personally... I agree with Nemesis's plan."

I agree.

"I trust Mr. Chen, and I trust Nemesis."

"I second that!"

Everyone present raised their hands. An Zhehao maintained his smile, but his smile contained a cruel meaning.