A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

On a winter night, Wutaishan Hospital was deserted. It had long since ceased operations due to relocation.

The cold wind was howling, and your hands would get cold if you left them outside for a while. The darkness instilled a sense of unknown fear, while the lights in the hospital lobby were suffocating.

When Fan Zenglong arrived at Wutaishan Hospital, Jiang Yang was tied to a chair, and Jiang Xue, who was half-dead, was lying next to him.

"You want more money for this?" Fan Zenglong called back, his voice low, watching from the shadows as his men circled around the two men.

As planned, Jiang Guoqing was waiting outside early, comfortably half-reclined in the car's leather seat. "Success?"

“There’s one more person.” Fan Zenglong sent him a photo. “What do you think? I think we need to talk.”

"What are we talking about?" Jiang Guoqing asked, his face showing displeasure, and he sat up straight.

“Now that things have come to this, it’s time for you to step forward. I feel very passive by always hiding in the shadows and observing my movements.” Fan Zenglong chuckled and finished his task as soon as possible.

Abu was hiding on the second floor, the surveillance camera focused on Jiang Yang, and the surrounding footage was also switched back and forth. "Brother Yang, our signal is blocked here, and the outside world can't contact us."

Abu's surveillance camera suddenly alerted Jiang Yi's car, indicating, "They're heading back."

Jiang Guoqing was followed by four bodyguards, their shiny leather shoes squeaking as they rubbed against the ground, accompanying his steady steps.

Fan Zenglong met his gaze, tilted his head back, revealing his black and yellow teeth, and asked, "Where is what I asked for?"

"So confident, let your backers come out. There's no need to hide anymore." Jiang Guoqing shouted, his gentle and polite demeanor now revealing ruthlessness and cunning.

Fan Zenglong's gaunt face remained unmoved. "It seems that President Jiang doesn't care about the life or death of his son and daughter."

"Xiaoyang, is this how you greet your father?" His sharp gaze pierced through her.

He raised his head high, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes cold. "Dad, you've come."

Jiang Guoqing waved his hand, and the bodyguards who had followed him filed in. "My good son set this up for me, how could I not come and see?"

"What do you plan to do? Kill me?" Jiang Yang's disdain seemed to mock everything.

Jiang Yang gently broke free of his restraints and stood up. The thugs beside him turned their guns around and kicked the unconscious Jiang Xue, saying, "Your good daughter is still in my hands."

"Daughter? Hmph, something that's just icing on the cake." Jiang Guoqing sneered as if he had heard a joke, the sound sharp and painful.

"I only have one question: did you kill Mom and send someone to assassinate Xiao Yi?" Jiang Yang roared almost furiously, glaring at the other party like a wild beast.

"Don't you already have the answer?" Jiang Guoqing smiled coldly. His anger was the most powerless thing for him.

Have you ever regretted it?

"No, I only regret that all of this came too late."

The red dot fired was aimed at Jiang Guoqing's forehead. The sniper hidden in the shadows was already in position, his index finger on the trigger, his eyes fixed intently on him.

"Come on, fire." Jiang Guoqing spread his arms, calmly welcoming the bullets. "Fire!"

Jiang Guoqing's smile faded. "Xiao Yang, indecisiveness is your biggest weakness."

Just as the gun aimed at Jiang Guoqing was turned around, Fan Zenglong clapped his hands, chuckled, and walked over to Jiang Guoqing. "Is this show over?"

"You didn't expect that, did you? I was just pretending to betray them from the beginning. It was all a trap we set the moment Chi Ruiche pulled out that photo. Young people, you're still too green." Fan Zenglong's laughter echoed in the hall, seemingly mocking their stupidity and ignorance.

"Do you think you still have leverage in negotiations?" Jiang Guoqing patted Fan Zenglong on the shoulder, implying a pleasant cooperation.

Jiang Yang smiled calmly, "So everything you said was a lie?"

"Of course not. To deal with you, only real information can lure you in. Only if you believe it will we have an opportunity to take advantage of you." Fan Zenglong looked confident, his smile deepening.

Jiang Guoqing waved his hand, and his bodyguard handed a document to Jiang Yang. Beneath his feigned benevolence lay a confident assertion of control. "Sign it."

Upon seeing the words "equity transfer," Jiang Yang couldn't help but break into a smile, his body trembling. When he met Jiang Guoqing's gaze, his eyes shot out like two balls of fire.

Suddenly, several figures descended the stairs in formation, wearing black helmets with their faces hidden behind goggles. Their black combat uniforms were covered with bulletproof vests filled with equipment, and each of them exuded an aura of composure and threat.

“Mercenaries!” Fan Zenglong noticed the military boots they were wearing. They were a group of killing machines, driven by money to carry out missions.

The mercenaries quickly lined up, surrounding Jiang Guoqing and Fan Zenglong's men. All the mercenaries raised their weapons and aimed them at them.

"Good, it wasn't a waste of time to train you. You know how to keep something in reserve." Jiang Guoqing laughed loudly, completely disregarding the person in front of him.

"It seems we've won this round." Abu stepped over the mercenaries and walked to Jiang Yang's side, twirling a small knife in his hand, licking his lips, and revealing a mocking smile.

“Boss, four people are carrying a girl over. Her eyes are covered with black cloth. They say the girl’s name is ‘Jiang Yi’.”

People on the perimeter guarded the only entrance. When people came in, they stopped and looked at each other. The only thing they had in common was that they were all wearing black tactical gloves and black military boots.