Under One Person: God Profiler

"As expected of the company."

Xiao Zizai said very casually.

Dou Le took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a light drag, and exhaled the smoke: "However, if the Wang family wants to kill Lin Yuan, it won't be so easy if Wang Ai doesn't do it personally... Let's take it one step at a time. After all, he grew up under your care, so I have a lot of faith in his survival skills."

Xiao Zizai elegantly adjusted his glasses: "Why wait for the Wang family to come and kill us? I have a suggestion..."

Before Xiao Zizai could finish speaking, Dou Le quickly interrupted, "Rejected! This is a time of peace. Massacres are not allowed."

Xiao Zizai smiled slightly, his gaze deep and unwavering.

'Peacetime, huh? How ironic.'

Seeing that Xiao Zizai remained silent, Dou Le, with a cigarette between his fingers, began replying to Xia Linyuan's message: "What do you need us to do?"

Xia Linyuan, who was in the medical room, smiled slightly upon seeing this: "It's nothing. I just need the list of personnel registered with the Wang Group. I'll handle the rest myself. Don't worry, it will be completely in accordance with company regulations."

Dou Le: [I believe you.]

Xia Linyuan: [Thank you.]

Dou Le: […Damn it.]

Xia Linyuan wanted to tease Dou Le a little more, but Feng Zhenghao pushed open the door and stood in the doorway.

Zang Long, who was playing a game, paused, feeling an invisible aura emanating from Feng Zhenghao.

"Uh...uh..."

A hoarse voice came from Feng Xingtong's mouth. Feng Zhenghao glanced at her indifferently, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes. But he ignored her.

Instead, he looked at Xia Linyuan.

"Lin Yuan, want to come out and chat for a bit?"

Xia Linyuan nodded. He also wanted to have a chat with this powerful figure.

Xia Linyuan, hands in his pockets, walked to the opposite side of the door without closing it. Looking at Feng Xingtong lying on the bed, he said, "Uncle Feng, let's talk here. No one will hear us."

Feng Zhenghao was slightly taken aback. He noticed that Xia Linyuan's actions seemed a bit strange.

Feng Zhenghao pulled out a bugging device from under his suit jacket and handed it to Xia Linyuan, saying, "Linyuan, you've really opened my eyes."

Xia Linyuan calmly put away the bugging device. Hearing Feng Zhenghao straightening his suit, he knew he had been discovered. "I'm sorry, Uncle Feng, I had no choice."

Feng Zhenghao chuckled: "Do you think what I did was right?"

“That’s right, your strength is limited. You should show weakness to others. As one of the Ten Elders, the Wang family will not easily touch you.”

“Lin Yuan, you don’t need to be wary of me. I’ve heard my grandfather talk about Xia Huaisang. I know perfectly well why Xia Huaisang is being hunted down by both the righteous and the evil factions.”

"I, Chu Lan. No, I should be the Thirty-Six Thieves from back then, all owe your Xia family a debt of gratitude."

"Now that things have come to this, I hope we can cooperate. The Wang family is powerful. You can use the company's authority to work with me to counter the Wang family."

Feng Zhenghao said very sincerely.

“Uncle Feng, you are a merchant. Since ancient times, merchants have valued profit over parting. It would be better if we followed the merchant’s way. Commission fee: Qingnang Acupuncture Classic.”

Xia Linyuan spoke directly.

The Qingnang Needle Classic is a family heirloom of Dr. Hua. Dr. Hua's ancestors were apprentices of Hua Tuo and followed Hua Tuo in practicing medicine for many years. When they graduated, they were given the surname Hua.

However, over the years, the Qingnang Acupuncture Manual mastered by Dr. Hua is no longer complete.

Learning the entire Qingnang Acupuncture Classic has become an obsession for Dr. Hua.

It is said that mastering knowledge can bring a withered tree back to life and grant eternal health to the soul and body.

Chapter 60 Business

Upon hearing Xia Linyuan's request, Feng Zhenghao remained silent, gently removed his silver-rimmed glasses, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe them.

Finally, he put them on again, the reflection from the lenses obscuring the coldness in his eyes as he looked at Xia Linyuan.

The corridor of the sanatorium was very quiet, so quiet that Xia Linyuan could hear Feng Zhenghao breathing.

"Qing Nang... Acupuncture Classic..."

Feng Zhenghao spoke slowly with a cold face, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Xia Linyuan frowned slightly, thinking that Feng Zhenghao was about to refuse, but Feng Zhenghao suddenly laughed.

"Xiao Yuan, you really dare to ask for it."

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly: "Uncle Feng, what do you think?"

Feng Zhenghao scrutinized Xia Linyuan for a moment, the coldness in his eyes slowly fading, and he said calmly, "Xiao Yuan, you should be glad that your surname is Xia."

Xia Linyuan looked directly at Feng Zhenghao, unable to discern anything unusual. He then chuckled, extended his right hand, and said gently, "Uncle Feng, then... is it a deal?"

"make a deal."

Feng Zhenghao grasped Xia Linyuan's hand and smiled slightly.

"Alright, in that case, I'll be going now. You can go and visit Xing Tong first."

"Regarding the Wang family, let me remind you of something. The world does not belong to the extraordinary."

Xia Linyuan smiled and released his hand, saying softly, "Thank you for the reminder, President Feng. I will make sure the Wang family's pyramid loses its foundation. Uncle Feng, you must seize the opportunity then..."

Without waiting for Feng Zhenghao's reply, he turned slightly to look at Zang Long, whose small eyes were constantly glancing in their direction, and called out, "Zang Long, let's go."

After saying that, he smiled slightly at Feng Zhenghao. With his hands still in his pockets, he walked out of the sanatorium.

Zang Long jolted awake, straightened up, and walked over with a dry laugh.

As he passed by Feng Zhenghao, he smiled and said, "President Feng, the doctor said that Xing Tong is fine, but she needs to rest well."

Upon hearing Zang Long's words, Feng Zhenghao patted Zang Long on the shoulder and laughed heartily, "That's all thanks to Xing Tong, and to having good friends like you..."

"You're welcome~, we're leaving now."

Unable to accept the enthusiasm of the leader of the World Society, Zang Long greeted him with an awkward smile and then chased after Xia Linyuan.

She grabbed Xia Linyuan's arm, put her face close to his shoulder, and whispered, "Yuan'er, what were you talking about for so long?"

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly, and with a little force, gently flicked Zang Long's chubby face aside, saying, "It's nothing, just a business deal."

"Business!?"

Zang Long's eyes lit up when he heard this. Business? That's all about money! How could he not include me in the money-making scheme?

Xia Linyuan could tell what the chubby boy was thinking just by looking at Zang Long's expression. He said cruelly.

"You can't get in."

Zang Long's face fell visibly.

Xia Linyuan chuckled inwardly at Zang Long's expression, said nothing, and strode forward...

.......

'What a clever child....'

Feng Zhenghao stood upright like a pine tree, watching Xia Linyuan's back until Xia Linyuan disappeared from his sight before turning around and walking into Feng Xingtong's ward.

Looking at his youngest son, who was covered in injuries.

Slowly raising his hand, his fingers gently traced each wound on Feng Xingtong's body. It seemed as if he were counting them, or perhaps simply caressing her. A chilling aura emanated from him.

Finally, he gently stroked Feng Xingtong's face. His face was full of heartache.

"Uh-oh (father)"

Feng Xingtong spoke with difficulty. He was somewhat frightened; he had never seen his father like this before, not even after his falling out with his older brother and sister. In his memory...

His father was like a tangible embodiment of the Tianxia Hui (a powerful secret society).

It is the vast ocean that embraces all rivers.

It is the mountain peak that treads on the giant rock.

But now...

Feng Xingtong wanted to ask something, but her throat was injured and she couldn't say a word.

"Alright, Xingtong, focus on recovering. There are some things I don't intend to hide from you, but given your condition, let's talk things over properly once you've fully recovered... Get some rest, take a nap..."

Feng Zhenghao comforted Feng Xingtong.

Feng Xingtong lay on the white hospital bed, nodded with difficulty, and slowly closed her eyes.

The light of dusk quietly crept onto Feng Xingtong's bed, slowly spreading towards Feng Zhenghao.

Feng Zhenghao sat silently, his hand resting on the hospital bed, gradually clenching into a fist, the knuckles turning a frightening blue...

Then, as if remembering something, his fist gradually relaxed.

He adjusted his glasses with one hand, glanced at Feng Xingtong, then got up and quietly walked to the windowsill, where the red afterglow finally filled Feng Zhenghao's body.

His silhouette was so long that it completely obscured Feng Xingtong.

Chapter 61. First generation close, second generation distant, third generation...hehe.