“A debt of blood must be paid in blood.”
“The people you killed back then were a whole family. So you should also pay with your whole family.”
Yan Cheng, Sang Jianguo, Qin Feng…
Back then, the Wen family dominated Black City. The Sang family was just a small company, and the Qin family was also cowed, not daring to lift their heads.
And Yan Cheng, ruthless and vicious, was still an outsider who had to ingratiate himself with the Wen family to gain support.
A young, brilliant couple dreamed of transforming Black City. They did good deeds, researched new medicines.
They wanted to remake their filthy, polluted hometown.
They saw that Yan Cheng had ties to both sides of the law and that he was morally questionable, so they rejected his demands.
After successfully developing the new drug, the young couple lowered its price, happily hoping that every poor person could afford better, cheaper medicine.
But in the marketplace, every new product born means an old product dies.
They didn’t realize.
The Sang family happened to have a large stockpile of expensive old drugs, planning to wait for the price to keep rising and then make a fortune.
The moment the Wen family’s new, better, cheaper drug was announced, the Sang family lost everything. Sang father’s eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at the newspaper, at the smiling, radiant couple. He was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Who could be blamed for that?
Could you blame the couple who wanted to bring down the price of cancer drugs so that the poor didn’t have to go into debt to get treatment?
It was only the fault of one person’s greed.
Sang father had wanted to create a shortage by hoarding the drugs, then raise prices and make higher profits.
He might have had many chances to sell that batch of drugs, but he kept thinking: wait a little longer, wait a little longer — let the price go up a little more, and then I’ll sell.
…Business is always like that.
If you miss your chance, you can only blame yourself for not planning ahead — or your bad luck.
But Sang father chose to blame the Wen couple instead.
The Qin family, meanwhile, acted out of jealousy and greed for the new drug.
And Yan Cheng wanted to keep his position as mayor.
So.
They conspired to kill the family of three.
The original ‘Gong Ze’ survived by sheer luck. He chose revenge. It was like a cycle — they had killed his whole family, so he had to kill theirs too.
That was why he had brutally tortured and killed the Sang couple.
Was ‘Gong Ze’ righteous?
No.
He too was a villain.
The older generation goes without saying — then there’s Qin Chuan, a wolf in sheep’s clothing; Yan Liben, morbid and twisted; Yan Zhenzhen, stupid and mean-spirited…
“Every last one of them is a villain.”
“In this world, in this script — except for the young master, an innocent tragic figure from start to finish —”
“Everyone —”
“Has sinned.”
The system watched as Gong Ze pulled an old, yellowed photograph from the inner compartment of his wallet.
In the picture, a young couple held a little boy between them.
The man was handsome, the woman beautiful.
And the little boy’s smile — it was pure, innocent, lively — just like Sang You, who had grown up in happiness.
The system looked at the photo and sighed. [I know the original character was twisted, but seeing this photo, I still feel sorry for him. Maybe if the Wen family hadn’t been killed, the original Gong Ze would have grown up like Sang You — an innocent young master.]
Gong Ze lowered his eyes, calmly rubbing his thumb over the frayed edges, over the white creases that looked as if they were about to split open, over the traces of old blood stains visible on the photo.
His face expressionless, he said, “On the day I leave, I will take all of them with me.”
Let the evil of this world — including this body, stained with blood debt — vanish into thin air.
His voice dropped, almost a mutter.
“Just leave a clean world for him…”
Those old, hidden secrets would also sleep forever.
·
Qin Chuan and his father were in a hurry to confront Gong Ze and get some answers.
On the way, Qin Chuan’s father, frantic and overwhelmed, muttered obsessively to himself, “How is this possible? How could I be finished?”
Qin Chuan was equally anxious, but then he suddenly noticed that the driver was taking the wrong route. He angrily snapped at the driver, “Why are you turning right? Go straight! Can’t you see we’re in a hurry? If you waste our time, I’ll have you fired!”
The driver curled his lips slightly. “Young master, there’s a traffic jam ahead. I’m taking a different route — it’ll be faster.”
Qin Chuan leaned forward to look, frowning. “A traffic jam?”
“Yes, young master. Don’t worry — I’ll get you there.”
As he said this, the driver’s eyes were full of murderous intent.
But no one noticed.
Qin Chuan’s sixth sense was on edge, making him restless. Something felt wrong.
Then he realized the car was heading further and further out of the way.
His expression changed. He demanded loudly, “Hey! Stop the car! Where are you taking us?!”
But the driver remained silent, as if he hadn’t heard. The partition rose, leaving only a twisted brown shadow beneath the darkened panel.
Something’s wrong.
Breathing rapidly, Qin Chuan began pounding on the partition frantically.
“Stop the car! Do you hear me? Stop!”
“Dad, something’s wrong! We’re in trouble!”
Startled by his son’s frantic shouts, Qin Chuan’s father looked around at their surroundings. Realizing that this wasn’t the way to the Sang residence — it was the road to the suburbs — he joined Qin Chuan in a panicked attempt to break the windows and claw at the door locks.
But the car’s controls were entirely on the driver’s side.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t open the doors.
“F*ck you! Stop the car—”
Qin Chuan roared, kicking the back of the front seat.
“Son, what do we do?”
Qin Chuan’s father was drenched in cold sweat.
“Dad — call the police!”
“Oh… right, right…”
Shaking, Qin Chuan’s father pulled out his phone and dialed 911.
Meanwhile, the back of the driver’s seat rattled and shook. The driver merely clicked his tongue lightly, unmoved.
Qin Chuan’s heart turned cold. When kicking the seat didn’t work, he started kicking the car door with all his might.
Under the threat of death, he actually summoned greater strength than usual and kicked the door open.
The broken door swung and swayed, still attached to the car. In the distance, through the open door, Qin Chuan spotted a van parked on a mountain road, with five or six people standing beside it, looking in their direction.
Seeing the car behaving erratically, those people quickly got into the van and started driving toward them.
Qin Chuan certainly didn’t think they were coming to rescue him.
They were the driver’s accomplices!
So many people — such an arrangement — they were coming to kill him and his father!
Who on earth…
Realizing the danger, cold sweat streamed down Qin Chuan’s pale face.
He gripped the back of the seat with both hands, his eyes wide, staring at the door through which wind kept rushing in.
Soon.
Qin Chuan’s expression changed several times. He turned his head and looked at his father.
His expression grew reluctant — and then the reluctance was gradually replaced by ruthlessness and a desperate will to survive.
“Dad, I’m sorry. But our family can’t all die here…”
Qin Chuan’s father was bewildered.
“Son, what are you saying—”
Before he could finish, Qin Chuan suddenly grabbed him, twisted his body, and — amid his father’s screams — used him as a shield as they both hurled themselves out of the car.
“Ah—”
The crisp sound of bones shattering echoed loudly.
The heat splashing across Qin Chuan’s face instantly stained his vision red.
They tumbled and rolled on the road, battered and dazed.
Sharp pain made Qin Chuan’s vision go black in waves.
But he didn’t dare stop. When the tumbling finally ended, he scrambled desperately on all fours, not sparing a glance at his father, whose fate was unknown.
Covered in blood, the moment he found his footing, Qin Chuan ran frantically toward the woods by the mountain road.
The driver, seeing they had jumped out of the car, cursed and turned ashen. He slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop. Getting out, he drew a gun and opened fire.
But Qin Chuan’s figure was already obscured by the underbrush and the trees.
“Bang, bang” — both shots hit tree trunks.
“F*ck!”
The driver was furious. The van behind him pulled up and stopped beside him. The group of men who got out were all agile and ferocious. They charged into the woods in hot pursuit.
“Don’t let him escape! Shoot on sight — no survivors!”
The driver shouted after them.
As the trees shook and rustled, he stormed over to Qin Chuan’s father, who lay motionless.
Looking at the blood pooling on the ground, at the man’s caved-in skull, and at his wide-open eyes — as if in disbelief — the driver fired a finishing shot out of spite.
But no matter how much he vented his rage on a corpse, the man who had fled wouldn’t come out on his own.
The driver, his honest-looking face now clouded with grim menace, made a call to his superior.
“Hello? Boss. Those two jumped out of the car along the way. Dammit. The old one is dead. The younger one ran into the woods. Hei Lian and the others are chasing him.”
“Oh, I see.”
He hung up, aimed his phone at the dead Qin Chuan’s father, took a photo, and sent it to his superior.
On the other side.
Yan Liben looked at the photo and said darkly, “Qin Chuan got away?”
The former gang boss beside him, still radiating menace, waved dismissively. “Don’t worry. My brothers know those woods like the back of their hands. He won’t get out of my grasp. It’s only a matter of time before we catch him and kill him. The old one is dead already — what are you so worried about?”
Yan Liben said nothing.
Eliminating the Qin family was the task A Ze had given him.
In half an hour, he would go to meet A Ze — as arranged. As long as he completed the task of eliminating the Qin father and son, A Ze would give him a child.
Yan Liben’s hand unconsciously rested on his belly.
His gaze was both infatuated and sinister.
With a child, A Ze would finally shift his attention away from that useless Sang You and onto me.
A Ze would understand… that I am the one who truly deserves him…
The gloomy, towering man broke into a pale, obsessive smile.
But the smile quickly fell.
Now that things had turned out like this, how was he supposed to explain to A Ze?
A Ze was harsh and cold-hearted. If A Ze found out and rejected his request because of this, then their future together — their child — wouldn’t it all be for nothing?
Yan Liben glanced at the time.
Only half an hour left. No time.
Thinking about the reward he would receive from Gong Ze, Yan Liben could barely wait.
He couldn’t let Gong Ze know about this.
He decided to go to the meeting first. Nothing was more important than his and A Ze’s future. Hopefully, by the time he reached his destination, those useless men would have dealt with Qin Chuan and sent him the photo.
So Yan Liben hurriedly rose.
“You stay here and watch. Once the man is eliminated, send me the photo immediately.”
Leaving home, he couldn’t help but take out his phone and look again at the address Gong Ze had sent him for the meeting.
[Meet at XX Villa. You’ll get what you want.]
His heart began to race. Two rosy blushes appeared on Yan Liben’s pale, gloomy face.
“A Ze…”
Soon we’ll have a child.
Right here in my belly — your baby.
Every time he thought of this, his excitement was like ten thousand tiny ants crawling through his veins — tingling and unbearable.
Sang You really was too much in the way. After he successfully received A Ze’s “seed,” he would get rid of Sang You.
Even though he had told Gong Ze that he didn’t need a title, that he just wanted a little — he had changed his mind.
Yan Liben’s eyes narrowed greedily.
Half an hour later.
He arrived at the villa.
But Yan Liben, though obsessive, hadn’t lost all his senses. He had his underlings wait outside — he wasn’t going alone.
Pushing open the villa gate, Yan Liben walked in.
Ten minutes later, an earth-shattering explosion erupted. The entire villa crumbled in billowing black smoke and flames.
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