Kahn was a chess piece of the Rhode family.
This chess piece, along with others, had been cultivated by the Rhode family at great expense for over ten years.
The general cultivation plan was as follows:
Search the world for children with outstanding intelligence and looks, around seven or eight years old, regardless of origin, background, or even skin color, and observe them secretly.
After three years of secret observation, or rather, rigorous screening, one hundred children would become the "lucky ones" to be specially trained by the Rhode family.
Once these "lucky ones" were selected, their parents, family members, and last guardians would consequently meet with accidents and pass away.
After these children became orphans and were sent to orphanages, allowing them to experience the hardships of the world and twist their young minds until they wished to perish with this world, then the charitable organizations under the Rhode family would "coincidentally" encounter them.
They would then adopt them, providing them with the best living and educational environments.
What would children on the verge of collapse, suddenly thrust from hell into heaven, do to those who adopted them?
They would undoubtedly be immensely grateful, a thousand times obedient, and work a hundred times harder during their training!
However, out of these hundred children, only 20 would survive to "graduate."
These 20 individuals would be the absolute elite of the elite.
As for the 80 who were eliminated, they would meet the same fate as their parents and relatives, succumbing to accidents ingeniously orchestrated by the Rhode family.
These children, who had endured immense hardships to survive, would be assigned different missions by the Rhode family.
They would be made to do anything for the benefit of the Rhode family!
The above—
is the "Elite Plan" that the Rhode family had been secretly executing for hundreds of years.
This is capitalism.
A certain master once said that every pore of capital drips blood!
To ordinary people, the Rhode family's elite plan would seem extremely cruel and inhumane.
But to the core members of the Rhode family, it was just one of many ordinary plans they executed to ensure their interests.
They wouldn't even give it a second thought.
Let alone feel the slightest bit of guilt towards the families of those children.
Kahn.
He was one of the elites cultivated by the Rhode family at great expense.
Four years ago, through the Rhode family's meticulous arrangements, Kahn had come to Dongtu to study and become Yang Ziye's high school classmate.
Kahn, with his high looks and intelligence, would not, as ordinary people might assume, pursue her.
His attitude towards Yang Ziye was the same as his attitude towards any other classmate.
Handsome, cheerful, and humorous, Kahn could, solely through his extraordinary upbringing, exude a charm that surpassed that of children his age.
Thus, he would unconsciously win the favor of all the children, including Yang Ziye!
By the time they reached university, when Yang Ziye could finally "fall in love," which boy would she choose to enter her heart?
Kahn, who had consistently been the school hunk for four years, would undoubtedly be Ziye's first choice.
At this point, Kahn would then appropriately express his affection for Ziye.
Then, everything would fall into place, naturally.
Once they were deeply in love and successfully married, the Rhode family would initiate the next phase of their plan.
As for the specifics of the next phase, even a fool could guess.
Yang Ziye—
was not only the beloved youngest granddaughter of Dongtu's richest man, Ding Facai, but also the eldest daughter of Longxu's Li Xiao!
Either of these identities was enough for Kahn, who was controlled by the Rhode family, to subtly infiltrate, like a nourishing rain, into a core circle.
Becoming a cancerous cell, and gradually growing, eventually becoming a fatal tumor!!
Kahn, with the highest success rate, was one of the elites that Jessica paid the most attention to.
But today—
Upon hearing her subordinate report that Kahn's right hand had been chopped off, and that Ding Xiaolang had found him and demanded he leave Dongtu by noon the next day, Jessica was utterly stunned!
It was equivalent to an athlete finally reaching the finish line, only to be told they had run on the wrong track.
It was simply unacceptable for Jessica.
Because the plan to capture Princess Ziye through Kahn was becoming increasingly important to the Rhode family as Longxu grew more powerful!
After a long while.
Jessica finally asked, "Kahn, where did he slip up?"
"I don't know the specifics yet."
The subordinate reported even more cautiously, "But I already know that the one who cruelly chopped off Kahn's hand is one of Li Qianfan's women, Murong Mingyuan."
Li Qianfan?
How could it be Li Qianfan?
Could it be that he saw through Kahn, that he was my chess piece?
Damn bastard!!
Upon hearing the name, Jessica's eyes snapped open, and venom surged like a tide.
The subordinate continued to report, "This is not confirmed information, but Yang Ziye may have gone to Qingyun in Tiandong and met Li Qianfan."
"How could that bastard immediately send someone to cripple Kahn after meeting Yang Ziye!?"
Jessica finally roared, unable to control herself.
"Madam—"
"Speak!"
"When Ding Xiaolang went to the hospital to inform Kahn of the deadline to leave the country."
The subordinate said tremblingly, "He said something to him, essentially meaning that any foreigner who dared to be remembered in Yang Ziye's heart would suffer a devastating blow. Because Yang Ziye could only be Dongtu's Yang Ziye!"
What?
Jessica was stunned again.
Yang Ziye could only be Dongtu's Yang Ziye!!
With Jessica's intelligence, she could grasp the meaning of this sentence in mere seconds.
She finally understood why Kahn had been so severely injured.
The Li and Ding families absolutely would not allow any man from outside Dongtu to enter Princess Ziye's heart.
Whoever dared to knock on the door—
The lightest punishment would be to chop off their hand!
This kind of behavior—
was simply too overbearing, too rude, too absurd, and inhumane!!
As Jessica cursed in anger, a hint of regret also emerged.
As early as five or six years ago, Jessica had participated in the plan targeting Princess Ziye.
At that time, a certain core member of the family had specifically suggested sending an elite from Dongtu to approach Princess Ziye.
But Jessica refused.
The reason was simple—
That ancient country, which had suffered Western oppression for the past hundred years, especially since the 1980s, had, through cultural weapons, cultivated countless subservient individuals.
The concept of Western supremacy had long been deeply ingrained in the hearts of most elite intellectuals in Dongtu.
Sending an elite with blond hair and blue eyes would have a much higher success rate than sending an elite from Dongtu!
It was precisely because of Jessica's strong opposition that Kahn, an elite among elites, was arranged to go to Dongtu.
But the result—
Jessica grabbed a water cup and smashed it violently onto the ground.
The cup shattered.
She was still not satisfied.
Cursing under her breath, she wildly kicked at random.
Amidst the clatter, Jessica suddenly stopped her frenzy.
Her left hand slowly rested on her abdomen.
Although it was still early for morning sickness, and running a marathon wouldn't cause any issues, let alone kicking wildly.
A certain instinct warned her not to do this.
"I need to calm down, I must calm down."
"This failure does not mean that the new plan has also failed."
"Since they don't like blondes with blue eyes, I will arrange for an elite they can accept to approach Yang Ziye."
"Yang Ziye is still young, I have plenty of time!"
Jessica muttered to herself, and then completely calmed down.
She picked up the still-connected phone and coldly instructed her subordinate, "Arrange for Kahn to die in the hospital. Let him serve one last purpose before he dies."
Kahn's hand was first chopped off for no reason, and then he inexplicably died in the hospital.
Once this incident was exposed—
Under the clever guidance of the Rhode family, it would undoubtedly stir up a global anti-Dongtu sentiment!
Letting Kahn die—
It was the Rhode family draining his last bit of utility!!
"Yes, I'll arrange it immediately."
The subordinate, who was in Dongtu, immediately agreed.
Letting the pitiable Kahn die was simpler than many other tasks.
Is that really the case?
This is Dongtu!
Sijiu, a certain hospital.
In the hospital at two in the morning, just like the streets, it was deserted.
A white figure appeared.
This was a night-shift nurse, wearing a white coat, a white mask, holding a ward round record, and wearing soft-soled cloth shoes, she moved silently like a phantom to the door of a ward.
Inside the ward lay the injured Kahn.
Although Kahn's left hand was chopped off at the wrist and he was severely injured.
However, the left hand was far from the heart—
As long as the bleeding was stopped in time, and the wound was stitched and bandaged, he could be moved to a ward.
The nurse glanced left and right, opened the door, and walked into the ward.
At this moment.
Kahn, unable to accept that his left hand had been chopped off for no reason, stared blankly at the ceiling with wide, vacant eyes.
He did not react at all to the nurse who came to check on him late at night.
The nurse, revealing only her eyes, slowly took a scalpel from her pocket, and her eyes showed a cruel glint.
"Kahn, you should die."
The nurse whispered, then suddenly raised the scalpel in her right hand and slashed fiercely towards Kahn's neck!
The blade flashed—
In a flash of lightning—
Swish!!
A bullet, from behind the curtain, traveled at a speed exceeding 300 meters per second, precisely hitting the nurse's right wrist!
"Ah—"
The feeling of her wrist being suddenly hit by a bullet was really unpleasant, and the nurse could only let out a short, sharp scream.
With a clatter.
The scalpel fell to the ground.
Kahn, who had been staring blankly, woke up and hastily turned his head to look.
The nurse, instinctively holding her right wrist with her left hand, stumbled back, looking towards the curtain.
A figure in a white coat, holding a gun in his right hand, slowly walked out from behind the curtain.
This person in the white coat had a very lewd face.
Especially his smug smile, which was exceptionally vulgar!
"Who, who are you?"
The nurse asked tremblingly as the ward door opened.
She hurriedly looked back.
A tall girl in a black trench coat, accompanied by two men of equally lewd appearance, appeared at the doorway.
On the girl's face—
She wore a delicate black butterfly mask.