Jin Youwei let out a cold snort and said, "My Jin family is a chaebol lineage in Goryeo, why should we fear some brat?"
"A chaebol lineage? And continue to follow in the footsteps of the Park family? Remember, you have no choice but to cooperate with me. You must understand that you are in a situation of irreconcilable conflict."
"It's either you die or he dies. If you can't kill him, his revenge will come swiftly. When that happens, not only you, but everyone in your household, young and old, will not escape!"
What the mysterious person said made sense, and Jin Youwei was clearly convinced.
He pondered for a moment and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Open your heart, believe in me, and you will gain boundless power. Then you can toy with and slaughter that brat at will!"
The mysterious person slowly approached, his voice exceptionally seductive.
In an instant, Jin Youwei was mesmerized. He nodded with a vacant expression, "I am willing to open my heart, I am willing..."
"Very good. Now, please do as I say!"
A black mist suddenly formed around the mysterious person, engulfing Jin Youwei.
He gritted his teeth and cried out in pain. His veins were about to burst, and his blood pressure had risen to a terrifying level.
"No, no, release me! I'm dying! Please release me..." Jin Youwei wailed heart-wrenchingly.
The mysterious person did not release him. The black mist suddenly drilled into his body with a swoosh.
Jin Youwei's eyes changed from vacant to devout. Upon landing, he got up and knelt again, "Greetings, my lord!"
"Very good. Your strength is already immense. Dealing with that brat will be effortless!" The mysterious person's lips curved slightly upwards.
"Thank you, my lord, for your accomplishment. I will not fail your trust!" Jin Youwei could already feel boundless power surging within him, as if a single punch could shatter a tank.
The mysterious person said in a low voice, "Accomplishing you is also accomplishing myself!"
"What? Do you also have a grudge against that brat, my lord?" Jin Youwei asked incredulously.
In his eyes, the existence of this mysterious person had overturned his worldview.
Such an existence was either a devil from hell or a heavenly deity.
The mysterious person casually said, "He has something I need. Little one, you ask too many questions. Sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing!"
Jin Youwei shivered and quickly knelt, "My lord, I know I was wrong. I will definitely complete the mission!"
"It's inconvenient for me to act here, so I need you to be my proxy. You must not disappoint me. Make sure to leave a complete corpse, do you understand?" the mysterious person reminded him.
He patted his chest and said, "Please rest assured, my lord!"
Although he didn't understand the mysterious person's origin, Jin Youwei could no longer care about it.
The scene of his son's death flashed vividly in his mind. If he couldn't avenge his child with his own hands, he would forever live in shadows.
With a wave of his hand, the mysterious person transformed into a black mist and disappeared.
Jin Youwei's confidence was now soaring. He suddenly unleashed a palm strike, and to his shock, the abandoned factory opposite him collapsed.
He trembled as he looked at his palm, tears of excitement welling up in his eyes, "My son, Father can finally avenge you now!"
With that, he quickly strode out, ready to seek revenge on Mu Feng immediately.
Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from somewhere.
"You intend to seek revenge on him now? I truly overestimated you!" This voice belonged to the mysterious person.
Jin Youwei was so frightened that he immediately knelt, "Please forgive me, my lord. I don't know what went wrong!"
"Don't you know to familiarize yourself with your power? Going there now, do you intend to offer yourself up for slaughter?"
"Remember, if you fail the mission, not only you will die, but your entire clan will perish!"
The voice quickly disappeared, leaving only Jin Youwei's terrified heart pounding in the silent air.
Having let Jin Youwei escape, Mu Feng had been staying at the entertainment company for the past few days.
Sitting in his office, he rubbed his temples and sighed, "That guy is truly cunning. I estimate he won't show himself for a while. What a hassle!"
This Jin Youwei was like a sharp blade hanging over his neck, constantly unsettling him.
*Bang, bang, bang*. A series of knocks came from the door.
"Please come in!"
A beautiful girl with a ponytail, Cheng Xiao, hopped into the office.
"Mr. Mu, you're finally back! I knew you would be back today!" she said, walking over excitedly.
Mu Feng asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
"The security department suddenly announced a day off for everyone today, and it wasn't approved by HR. This means it must be Mr. Mu's decision. Therefore, something big must happen in the company today, and Mr. Mu will certainly be present!" Cheng Xiao was remarkably intelligent, having guessed almost everything.
However, Mu Feng didn't want to drag her into it, so he changed the subject, "By the way, how is your singing practice going recently?"
"Hehe, it's going pretty well. And I've started learning to write songs too!"
He asked with interest, "Why don't you perform one?"
Cheng Xiao immediately became shy, "No, no, I haven't finished writing it yet. I must present a perfect performance to Mr. Mu!"
She suddenly thought of something and asked, "Oh, I almost forgot the main business. Mr. Mu, the China Popular Music Association is holding a music competition nationwide recently. I wanted to ask if you would allow me to participate!"
"If you want to participate, then participate. What's there to ask me?" Mu Feng replied casually.
"But artists sign contracts with the company. They cannot participate in such competitions without approval."
He said without hesitation, "Alright, I agree. Go ahead and participate!"
"That's great!"
Just as they finished talking, Mu Feng's desk phone rang.
To his surprise, the call was from the China Popular Music Association.
"Hello, Mr. Mu. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Zhang Yilin, the vice president of the association. I would like to invite you to participate in our music competition!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Feng chuckled, "So it's President Zhang. President Zhang, you're really joking. Do you intend for me to sing?"
"No, no, Mr. Mu, you've misunderstood. As the boss of a leading entertainment agency, having you as a judge would be very convincing!"
Mu Feng was puzzled. How did these people know about his existence?
"Is that so?" If it were before, he would have refused directly.