"From now on, future generations will only know the Yun family's young master, and his mother's name… Yin Pei!"
Yun Zhihuan's consciousness faded. The last thing he heard was this sentence. His eyes snapped open, and his large hand fell to the ground…
As Yin Pei approached, Tong Muqing finally saw her appearance. She resembled Yun Jianzhong by seven or eight parts, though her face was somewhat aged.
"Heh heh… Yun Jianzhong, aren't you afraid… we'll find you after death?!"
In the dim light, Tong Muqing's slightly bulging eyes and blood-splattered face looked sinister and terrifying.
Yun Jianzhong, however, seemed unfazed. A strange smile played on his lips, "My dear sister, I've lived this long without any trouble. What do you think you and your brother can do? Besides… haven't you seen your brother yet?"
Tong Muqing's heart immediately sounded an alarm. "What happened to Zhihuan?"
As soon as she asked, Tong Muqing's eyes darted towards Yun Zhihuan's direction. But the light was too dim, and she could see nothing but a vague outline.
But why… why was Zhihuan so still?
"Zhi… Huan?"
Tong Muqing called out, her voice trembling. The silence in the air was so profound that she could only hear her own ragged breaths.
Perhaps Tong Muqing thought her voice was too soft, or maybe her brother had merely fainted temporarily. She called out again, louder, "Yun Zhihuan!"
Still, there was no response. At this moment, the tears in Tong Muqing's eyes could no longer be held back, gushing forth like a torrent…
"Yun Zhihuan… if you… can hear your sister… please respond, okay?"
By the end of her plea, Tong Muqing could no longer speak…
Yun Jianzhong watched Tong Muqing weeping on the floor and clapped his hands twice. Immediately, the lights blazed, causing everyone in the room to instinctively squint.
Only… the person on the ground showed no reaction whatsoever.
"My dear sister, I've given all the light to you… and your brother. You said you couldn't see anything, didn't you? Won't you look up now?"
Yun Jianzhong's words startled Tong Muqing, and she immediately turned her head…
She saw the person who had been alive moments ago, now with wide, blood-red eyes, lifeless…
"Ah!!"
"Zhihuan… Zhihuan… wait for your sister…"
Tong Muqing wailed in grief, her cries echoing endlessly in the room…
Yun Jianzhong watched Tong Muqing crawl on the floor with all her might and said mockingly, "Sister, you need to hurry. He hasn't been gone long! Perhaps you can still say a final goodbye!"
But his words were met with no response.
Tong Muqing could no longer hear the sounds around her. Her mind was filled with images of Yun Zhihuan as a child, always calling "Sister, sister!" behind her, and of him growing up to protect her from bullies…
Finally, Tong Muqing crawled to his side. Even though her strength was depleted, she tightly embraced her brother and whispered in his ear, "In the next life, I'll protect you, my Zhihuan."
Seeing this scene, Yun Jianzhong found it jarring, more annoying than the lights overhead. "I didn't get up in the middle of the night to watch you two express your sibling love, but to 'properly' see you off!"
After a long while, Tong Muqing finally lifted her head. Her emaciated little hand gently caressed Yun Zhihuan's face, slowly closing his eyes…
Then, she lowered her head and imprinted a tender kiss on his forehead, speaking with the tone of a child, "Zhihuan, go… slowly, wait for your sister, sister will… be right there!"
After setting Yun Zhihuan down, Tong Muqing turned her head. Her face was no longer gentle, but filled with profound sarcasm.
"Yun Jianzhong, do you think you're so noble now? You're nothing but… an illegitimate child who can't even step onto the stage. Your mother was also a mistress. You will always be beneath our feet!"
Illegitimate child! Mistress!
Yun Jianzhong detested these words the most! He strode over to Tong Muqing, grabbed her by the neck with force, his expression like that of a vengeful spirit.
"I am not an illegitimate child, do you hear me? My mother is not a mistress. You are! I was born first, you are the illegitimate ones!!!"
Tong Muqing's ashen face slowly gained a hint of color, and she let out a mocking laugh, "You… drugging people, you are… despicable people!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Tong Muqing's eyes held a hint of ferocity. She used all her strength to raise her hand.
"Pfft~"
Blood dripped down, drop by drop…
…
It was one o'clock in the morning, and the quiet night began to stir.
Figures clad in black, with agile movements, made their way directly towards the Yun family's old mansion. Simultaneously, on the second basement level of S City, Lu Haoran was intently watching the large screen before him.
Because they had infiltrated the Yun family's system, everything tonight had been reset to zero.
"Beep~" The large doors slowly slid open to either side…
Lu Haoran looked up as Xuan Mohan entered with a grave expression.
"Mo, why are you here?" He said he wouldn't come.
Xuan Mohan frowned, walked to the machine, and looked at the screen with sharp eyes. "Only by knowing can we make further preparations." Although he wouldn't come personally, the news would reach him immediately. Why did he need to come in person? Was it out of fear? In reality, Lu Haoran knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Not long after, several small teams gathered in the backyard of the Yun family.
Qi Jiayou's sharp eyes swept across the scene, signaling to the person beside him. The latter immediately led someone forward; they were part of the group that followed Young Master Qi.
The two walked to the fence, exchanged a look, and simultaneously inserted the machines they held.
"Screech~" A sound of electricity emitted from within the devices, forming a closed loop.
Lu Haoran, who was closely monitoring the situation, immediately lowered his voice, "Action!"
The technician operating the machine at the front heard the command, his eyes focused, and his hands flew across the keyboard.
One second…
Two seconds…
…
Five seconds later, the operators simultaneously lowered their hands.
Meanwhile, the bracelet on Qi Jiayou's wrist vibrated slightly. He immediately scaled the wall with agility, and those behind him followed suit.
Qi Jiayou led his team directly towards a corner on the west side, his steps unwavering. They only concealed themselves behind cover when encountering people.
Thus, the group advanced smoothly.
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Soon, more and more people approached, and Qi Jiayou and his team halted.
"Sir, sir!!"
One of the bodyguards ran in quickly, panic etched on his face, disregarding all protocol.
Yun Jianzhong, only then reacting to the pain, clutched his chest with his hand. Blood continued to flow from his mouth and hand.
But… Yun Jianzhong ignored it all. His gaze, filled with malice, fixed on the woman on the ground. He forcefully bent the woman's wrist.
With a "crack~", the small hand holding the dagger dropped limply…