Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

He hung up the phone, his face ashen, his jaw clenched like a block of hard ice.

The air conditioning in the office, which was already quite cold, now felt like it was carrying ice shards, making my cheeks sting.

"He wants to come in person." Gong Lin's voice was terrifyingly low, as if squeezed from the depths of his chest, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Black-robed elder!

These four words felt like a boulder pressing down on my chest, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

I've witnessed the gray-robed messenger's actions; his unpredictable movements and ruthless moves still terrify me to this day.

The black-robed elder, as their leader, must possess even more unfathomable strength.

An unprecedented fear overwhelmed me like a tidal wave.

I gripped Gong Lin's hand tightly; his fingertips were icy cold, but his palms were sweaty.

I could feel the bulging veins on the back of his hand and the slightly trembling muscles.

Is he afraid too?

No, that's not right, it wasn't fear, it was a kind of...

anger?

Gong Lin's phone rang again, the shrill ringtone shattering the tense atmosphere in the office.

He glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing deeply into a deep frown.

"It's a call from the family," he said softly, his tone tinged with weariness and helplessness.

I watched him answer the phone, put it to his ear, and remain silent.

I could clearly hear an old and dignified voice coming from the other end of the phone. Although I couldn't make out the exact words, I guessed from the stern tone that it must be an elder of the Gong family.

Gong Lin's face grew increasingly pale, his tightly pursed lips almost losing all color.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the phone, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out like twisted earthworms.

“I know… I will handle it… but I will never…” he said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of suppressed anger. At the end, he suddenly stopped and looked at me with a complicated expression.

At that moment, I seemed to see his inner struggle and the heavy burden he carried on his shoulders.

He was caught in the middle, torn between his family and me.

He finally hung up the phone, took a deep breath, then turned to me, his gaze fixed intently.

He slowly walked up to me, raised his hand, and gently stroked my cheek. The warmth of his fingertips traveled through the cold air to my skin, bringing a touch of warmth.

“Qing’er,” his voice was hoarse and deep, “come with me.”

He took my hand and quickly walked out of the office.

He pulled me along, and I jogged to keep up with his pace, my heart filled with doubt and unease.

He took me to the top floor of the company building. The biting night wind made my hair messy and my clothes flutter.

He pointed to a mountain peak shrouded in night in the distance and said, "That...is the place of inheritance..."

The biting night wind, carrying the dampness of the mountains, felt like countless cold blades, scraping my cheeks painfully.

I followed closely behind Gong Lin, treading on the somewhat rugged mountain path, my breathing becoming rapid.

The surrounding darkness was like a giant net, tightly enveloping us, with only the sparse starlight overhead guiding our way.

"Land of inheritance," I murmured the words in my heart, and a mysterious power seemed to be calling to me.

When we finally reached the summit, the sight before us stunned me.

It was an ancient altar shrouded in mist, its mottled stone platform etched with the marks of time, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

I can feel my space is restless, as if it is resonating with this place in some way.

I tried to guide the energy in the space, and slowly, a warm current flowed from my dantian and gathered at my fingertips.

I gently placed my hand on the stone surface of the altar, and the warm current seemed to be drawn in, instantly merging into it.

In an instant, a powerful force erupted from the depths of the altar, like a blazing flame, enveloping my body.

This power shares the same origin as the power of my space, yet it is purer and more powerful.

I felt my body become lighter, as if I were about to fly, and the energy within me was also significantly enhanced.

I know this is a special power that can temporarily withstand some of the Black-Robed Elder's attacks!

I opened my eyes and looked at Gong Lin with surprise. He was staring at me intently. "Lin, I did it!" I shouted excitedly at him, my voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Gong Lin strode over and tightly grasped my hands. His palms were warm and dry, like a hot iron, melting my heart.

His eyes were incredibly firm, as if he were making a vow, "Qing'er, no matter what happens, I will be with you, forever."

As I looked at him, at the tenderness and determination in his eyes, an indescribable warmth and emotion welled up within me.

I feel that our relationship has become stronger and deeper after going through this crisis.

I used all my strength to grip his hand back, our fingertips intertwined tightly, and no force could separate us.

Just then, the communicator on his wrist vibrated slightly, sounding particularly jarring in the silent mountaintop.

He frowned slightly, glanced at the message on the communicator, and then gripped my hand tightly without letting go. He said in a somewhat cold tone, "Interesting. They're here again. This time, I'll see what tricks they have up their sleeves."

A cold smile curved his lips, and his dark eyes, as deep as an endless, icy pool, reflected starlight, yet carried a strange killing intent...

The biting wind, carrying a drizzle, pattered against the French windows, making a crackling sound that perfectly mirrored my restless mood.

The threat from the black-robed elder hung over my head like the Sword of Damocles, making me restless and unable to eat or sleep.

As if things weren't bad enough, Director Zhang, that old fox who usually fawns over me and treats me like royalty, is now sitting across from me, his face full of anxiety and unease.

"President Miao, this matter is of utmost importance! With the Black-Robed Elder personally taking action, we have no chance of winning! I suggest we get out as soon as possible and cut our losses!" His thick lips trembled, his voice trembled with a hint of a sob, and his greasy face was filled with fear.

I suppressed my anger and looked at him coldly. This old fox, who usually receives a high salary from the company and enjoys the company's dividends, was thinking of abandoning ship and running away at the critical moment.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep my tone calm. "Director Zhang, the contract we signed previously included clauses on how to handle crises. You should be aware of the consequences of breaching the contract."

Director Zhang's expression changed, his eyes flickered, and he stammered, "President Miao, contracts are rigid, but people are flexible! The situation is special now, so we need to be flexible too!" He rubbed his hands together, his tone carrying a hint of flattery.

I sneered. This old fox is still trying to fool me.

I slammed my hand on the table, making a loud bang, and the air in the office seemed to freeze instantly.

"Director Zhang, I don't want to hear your nonsense! Just tell me what you want!"

Director Zhang was startled by my sudden outburst of anger. He trembled for a moment before stammering, "I...I want to...withdraw from the company and transfer my shares..."

Looking at his cowardly and self-destructive appearance, I felt a wave of nausea.

I suppressed my disgust and said coldly, "Fine, according to the contract, you must transfer your shares to me at half the market price."

Upon hearing this, Director Zhang's eyes widened as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"50% off? Mr. Miao, this...this is too much..."

I interrupted him, my tone leaving no room for argument, "What, you have a problem with that? Or do you want to take responsibility for breach of contract?"

Director Zhang opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He sat there dejectedly, like a defeated rooster.

Looking at him, I felt no pleasure, only a deeper heaviness in my heart.

Director Zhang's departure will undoubtedly deal a greater blow to the company, and other shareholders will also feel uneasy.

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and Lin walked in hurriedly. He went straight to my side and whispered in my ear, "Qing'er, I've found some clues. We need to return to the Land of Inheritance as soon as possible."

I nodded and said to Director Zhang, "Go back and think it over carefully, and give me an answer tomorrow."

Director Zhang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the office.

As I watched his retreating figure, my heart turned ice-cold.

It seems this storm is even more intense than I imagined.

I turned to look at Rin, my eyes resolute. "Let's go."

Rin grasped my hand, and a warm current instantly spread throughout my body.

His eyes were gentle yet firm, as if telling me that no matter what happened, he would stay by my side.

We hurried out of the office, and a biting wind rushed towards us, but I didn't feel cold at all.

I know that as long as Rin is by my side, I have nothing to fear.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and Rin suddenly stopped, looking at me with a complicated expression. "Qing'er, if..."

“There are no ‘ifs’,” I interrupted him, my tone firm. “We’ll face it together.”

Rin pulled me through the thin layer of mist in the space, and a familiar coolness instantly enveloped my whole body.

The energy of the place of inheritance filled the entire space, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, which made my originally tense nerves relax a little.

"Fortunately, we made preparations in advance." Rin's voice rang in my ears, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

I nodded, my gaze falling on the newly cultivated medicinal herb field.

The soil in the medicinal herb field gleamed with a faint golden light, a testament to the power of inheritance.

These precious medicinal herbs were specially planted by Rin and me for this trap. They contain powerful energy, and once touched, they will release a shockwave that would be too much for even the black-robed elder to handle.

"I hope this trap works," I said to myself, my palms slightly sweaty.

Rin pulled me into his arms; his warm and familiar scent made me feel safe.

"Don't worry, Qing'er, everything will be alright."

We waited quietly, the space so still that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Time ticked by, and the tension in the air grew stronger.

Suddenly, a ripple appeared at the entrance to the space, and a dark figure slowly emerged.

It's the black-robed elder!

As soon as he appeared, he noticed the unusual thing in the space. His sharp eyes swept around and finally landed on the golden medicinal field.

他”

He stepped into the herb field, and at that moment, the energy within the field erupted instantly!

A dazzling white light filled the entire space, and a deafening explosion resounded through the sky.

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the entire space trembling violently.

After an unknown amount of time, the explosions finally stopped.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the black-robed elder lying on the ground in a sorry state. His black robe was tattered, he had many injuries, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"We did it!" I excitedly grabbed Rin's hand. His palm was warm and dry, giving me immense strength.

Rin smiled. "It seems our trap is more effective than we thought."

The black-robed elder struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. "You... just wait!" he said harshly, then vanished from the entrance to the space in a flash.

The next few days were unusually calm.

The ancient forces vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

We have gained a valuable respite, allowing us to rest and recuperate, and prepare for even greater challenges.

However, this calm did not last long.

Just when we thought we could breathe a sigh of relief, Rin's expression suddenly changed. He abruptly stood up, his gaze fixed on the distance, his eyes filled with seriousness. "They're here..."

"What's here?" I asked, puzzled.

Rin didn't answer, but just held my hand tightly. His palm was icy cold, as if foreshadowing some ominous premonition.

"They... have mobilized their entire force..."