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Wang Chao had set a trap, and now it was evident that Shen Dongshan had fallen right into it.

After tomorrow, Shen Dongshan would be trapped like a fish in Wang Chao\'s net, and the outcome would be grim.

"Chen Yong, my big brother said you are familiar with Canton City. How about finding a place where we can have some fun tormenting this guy?" Zhou Xinghe pointed at Zhou Hong and grinned.

Chen Yong sensed mockery and cruelty in Zhou Xinghe\'s eyes, sending shivers down his spine.

From Zhou Xinghe\'s words, it was clear that the so-called "fun" he mentioned would be extremely terrifying.

However, considering that Zhou Hong had intended to kill him, Chen Yong felt no sympathy for Zhou Hong.

"Alright, follow me," Chen Yong said.

He led Zhou Xinghe to a dilapidated house on a hill in a remote village 15 kilometers away. The place hadn\'t been inhabited for over a decade, but Chen Yong had cleaned it recently, making it suitable for imprisoning Zhou Hong.

"We might see some blood later. Are you okay with that?" Zhou Xinghe asked casually.

"No problem. Nobody will be living here anyway," Chen Yong replied.

"That\'s good. You might not be able to handle what\'s about to happen. Go outside for now," Zhou Xinghe said lightly.

After speaking, he threw Zhou Hong to the ground.

The intense pain abruptly woke Zhou Hong up before he could even speak. Zhou Xinghe immediately stomped on Zhou Hong\'s chest, causing him to cough up blood, his face turning pale and contorted in agony.

Chen Yong watched coldly, devoid of any sympathy.

He turned to leave but suddenly thought of something. He turned around and asked, "Um, is Brother Wang really alright?"

Although he knew that Wang Chao was immune to poison, the poison Shen Dongshan had given him was exceptionally lethal, and Chen Yong couldn\'t help but worry about Wang Chao.

"Don\'t worry, my big brother has peerless martial arts. He\'s immune to all poisons. He also practices a special technique called Turtle Breathing, which allows him to control his heartbeat and breath, slowing them to one breath every two minutes. He won\'t die," Zhou Xinghe said calmly.

Turtle Breathing?

Chen Yong was astonished by the words, doubting if he had misheard.

Wasn\'t this type of martial art only found in martial arts novels?

Zhou Xinghe seemed to understand what Chen Yong was thinking and said calmly, "The world is broader than you imagine, and some people possess even greater power than what you find in novels."

Chen Yong was once again taken aback by his words.

Greater than what\'s found in novels?

He recalled Zhou Xinghe\'s 40-meter-long blade qi, which was incredibly terrifying, almost like something out of a fantasy novel, even stronger than Nie Feng.

"What do you think? Are you amazed?" Zhou Xinghe chuckled, lighting a cigarette and placing it in his mouth. He spoke in a casual tone, "You\'ve only lived in the most peaceful country, and you\'ve never experienced war, beast hordes, rat calamities, and so on."

"If you lived on battlefields outside your realm, you would know that there are formidable experts who can take your breath away."

"Some individuals can not only slice bullets in half, but they can even pinch missiles with their bare hands."

"I\'ve even seen mysterious masters who can fly high into the sky and slice a fighter jet with a single slash, without relying on any technological devices!"

As he spoke, his face was filled with yearning.

Flying in the sky!

It was the romance of every man!

He dreamed of soaring through the heavens, flying in the sky.

Unfortunately, his abilities didn\'t allow him to do such things.

　

 　　 　　

　

 　　　　  　　

"You\'re talking about flying in the air??" Chen Yong was even more astonished.

How could humans fly in the air?

Were they immortals?

Seeing Chen Yong\'s expression, Zhou Xinghe laughed even more happily, exhaling a puff of smoke. He said, "Of course, within my circle of influence, there are two peerless experts who can fly in the air."

"However, these individuals have already reached the pinnacle of martial arts and are beyond our reach!"

"My goal is to reach the Great King realm before the age of fifty and become my big brother\'s junior disciple, accepted by the Old Master."

"That way, when I\'m eighty years old, I might have a chance to fly in the air."

As he spoke, he was filled with yearning.

Chen Yong was extremely shocked by what he heard.

There are still people who can fly in the air?

Is it real?

He swallowed hard and asked, "Um, Brother Zhou, where are these battlefields you mentioned? What do you mean by \'outside our realm\'?"

He was particularly curious about this term because based on his understanding of the world, very few countries globally had experienced frequent conflicts, except for some Middle Eastern countries engaged in ongoing wars.

But that could not be considered as battlefields "outside our realm."

"That\'s a place ordinary folks like you can not reach. Stop thinking about it and get out quickly. I have work to do," Zhou Xinghe said.

Hearing this, Chen Yong did not dare to ask any more questions and quickly ran out of the room, locking the door behind him.

After completing these tasks, he stepped outside and lit a cigarette, keeping watch for Zhou Xinghe. At the same time, he sent messages to his wife and children, inquiring about their well-being.

Soon, he received a reply from his wife and children, stating that they had been placed in a safe and luxurious location.

"Ah!!!"

Just as Chen Yong was about to video call his wife, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from the room.

Hearing that sound, Chen Yong was filled with goosebumps and a chilling sensation ran down his spine.

At the same time, he felt relieved.

Fortunately, he had chosen to stand on Wang Chao\'s side; otherwise, he would likely be the one suffering inside.

Chen Yong smoked his cigarette while listening to the agonizing screams, feeling proud and lucky for aligning himself with Wang Chao.

In the executive office of Danfeng Group.

Shen Bing sat in her room, feeling lost and dazed, her eyes fixated on a photo of Wang Chao hidden in her drawer. Her eyes were red, tears streaming down her face.

Even with piles of documents on her desk, she could not bring herself to deal with them. She just sobbed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by despair and grief.

"How could it happen? How could Brother Wang be poisoned to death?" Liu Yifei, sitting across from her, wailed.

Both women cried heart-wrenchingly, their hearts shattered.

Zhao Liying sat on the couch, at a loss for words, unsure how to comfort them.

Outside the room, a woman in a suit observed the scene and discreetly took out her phone to capture the moment. She sent the footage to Shen Dongshan.

Upon receiving the message, Shen Dongshan smirked and coldly said, "Shen Bing, in your current state, how can you even challenge me?"

At that moment, a phone call came in. "Dad, Grandpa has arrived. Please come to pick him up."