?Reading on mobile phone Zhou Hao bamboo-style poured out everything he knew. The eight-zero e-book also included Chen Sicheng, who provided the bomb vest, becoming one of his bargaining chips for forgiveness. Spending three million to hire assassins—Liu truly lived up to his reputation as one of the top wealthy second-generation heirs in Pingluan City. Zhou Hao knelt on the ground, nearly licking Qin Dashi’s shoes: “Mr. Qin, I was just momentarily careless—I fell for Liu’s scheme. Please forgive me, for he pressured me relentlessly.” Qin Feng kicked him aside and coldly replied, “He pressured you? Truly, he finds a way to justify himself. Have you not been visiting upscale venues frequently these days—wasn’t that also his doing? You claim to have been momentarily careless—yet when you threw him the vest, didn’t you feel it was a setup by Liu?” Zhou Hao remained silent, only continuing to bow and plead for mercy. Qin Feng dropped the cigarette he was holding and said in a calm tone, "If your retaliation were aimed solely at me, I might just consider sparing your life. But you shouldn't have acted when my two women were right there. Heaven may make a misfortune, but self-inflicted suffering is unbearable." With that, he kicked the man into the river, letting Zhou Hao, bound in five directions, struggle and sink beneath the water. This was Qin Feng's consistent approach—eliminate the roots. If Qin Feng were alone, he might have chosen to let Zhou Hao go, after all, Zhou was a father of three children. But now, Qin Feng would not allow anyone to threaten the people close to him, especially his beloved women. He had the strength to protect himself, but Mei Hui and Fang Fang were both delicate women, and it was his duty to provide them with a relatively safe environment. Prevention, therefore, became critically important. Zhou, who had taken a risk for three million, could not be certain he would withstand a renewed financial pressure. The next targets would naturally be Wu Tianyu and Chen Sicheng. Wu Tianyu sat comfortably in his spacious executive chair, confident that Qin Feng had been killed by the explosion—no one could have survived an attack from a human-made bomb, especially one personally crafted by his cousin. He was well aware of Qin Feng's capabilities, so from the outset, he had specifically requested that the explosion be powerful enough. The jacket contained at least two kilograms of high-efficiency explosives; not only would a single person not survive, but anyone within a 15-meter radius centered on the blast point would surely be eliminated. Although he hadn't yet received word of the explosion, he was fully confident in the outcome. At that moment, however, his phone on the corner of the desk rang. He furrowed his brows—this was the phone he had specifically prepared to contact Zhou Hao. According to his original plan, once Zhou wore the jacket and departed, this phone should have been rendered obsolete. He had simply set it aside while rushing about earlier, and only remembered it thanks to the ringing sound. Only Zhou Hao could have called from this phone, since no one else knew its number. Indeed, the caller ID showed Zhou Hao—so had the plan failed? With suspicion, he answered, "Hello? What is it? Say it again—this is outrageous! You're raising prices now, but the amount was already agreed upon. What do you mean?" Over the phone, "Zhou Hao" demanded that the fee be increased from three million to five million, or else he would walk away. Wu Tianyu was so furious his whole body shook—why didn't you mention this price hike earlier? You only started acting now and suddenly come in with such demands! It's no wonder your cousin said people like you can't stay in the game—I really am blind. Moreover, "Zhou Hao" threatened to part ways completely if Wu Tianyu refused to raise the price. Most importantly, the two million already received would not be returned—Wu Tianyu would have to personally repay that amount, and once he did, "Zhou Hao" would make the whole matter public. This drove Wu Tianyu absolutely crazy. To steady Zhou, he forcibly suppressed his rising anger and arranged to meet him for dinner that evening. Before leaving, he clipped a pistol to his waist, fully prepared for the meeting to fall apart. Should it fail, he would have no hesitation in killing Zhou Hao outright, to prevent the matter from coming to light and triggering Qin Feng's counterattack. He hadn't informed any family members of his plans—no one knew what he was doing. Their agreed-upon meeting spot was a midtown village currently undergoing redevelopment. The residents had already moved out, and most of the buildings had been demolished, leaving only a few scattered structures standing in a remote corner. Wu Tianyu deliberately parked his car a bit farther away to avoid drawing suspicion. As he walked just a few steps, his phone buzzed. He had originally intended to ignore it, but seeing that the caller ID belonged to his uncle, Wu Jinzhong, he paused and after a few seconds of thought, finally pressed to answer: "Uncle, what's on your mind?" You mentioned your cousin, but he hasn't been with me— I have no idea what's been happening to him... Well, that's settled," Chen Jinzhong said. He realized his son had vanished in the afternoon, not answering calls, so he asked Wu Tianyu to help locate him. Wu Tianyu readily agreed—just so he could hang up quickly. He had more pressing matters to attend to and simply didn't have time for other things. Only after setting his phone to silent did he feel at ease and continue walking forward. When he arrived at a more upscale place, he noticed the room was softly lit, and thought, "Mr. Zhou, you must have come early indeed— it seems you've already made up your mind to settle for me, come what may!" He pushed the door open and found a man seated inside, facing away from the entrance, somewhat resembling Zhou Hao. "Mr. Zhou, what exactly do you want now?" Wu Tianyu stepped in confidently, continuing as he walked forward, "When you're out in the world, you must uphold the principles of the business world. We agreed on three million— you've promised more than once to go down with Qin together." When the time comes and you back out, do you still have any integrity? Who are you, cousin? How come it's you? The one sitting on the chair is actually Chen Sicheng. In fact, he's not just sitting—he's tied to the chair, his mouth sealed with tape, unable to speak. Wu Tianyu quickly peeled off the tape from his mouth and asked, "What's going on? Where's Zhou?" Chen Sicheng replied, "I don't know. I was taken by Qin Feng. This is a conspiracy by my elder brother. Look at what I'm wearing." Wu Tianyu then noticed that Chen Sicheng was wearing exactly the vest that he had personally handed to Zhou Hao earlier that morning—so it wasn't surprising that he had recognized him before. It's all a Qin plot—now he's going to turn the tables on them! With these thoughts, Wu Tianyu instinctively turned and ran. "Uncle, save me!" Chen Sicheng shouted after him. Drip… Wu Tianyu stepped on something. He looked down and saw it was an exploder, his foot squarely resting on it. Chen Sicheng also noticed it, and both of them stared, dumbfounded. Boom… The entire building was torn apart, flames erupting skyward. This spared the demolition crew considerable effort; several surrounding buildings were also affected to varying degrees, most of them now reduced to rubble. In the Hummer a kilometer away, Qin Feng set down his binoculars, smiled faintly, and drove off.