102 The Assassin

Based on the available information, it was not difficult to deduce Song Qingzhu’s intention.

“He thought you were my mole, so he set this trap, but ended up trapping herself instead. What a bizarre twist of fate, a truly ironic blunder!” Tang Long sighed. “If those two billion aren’t paid, Song Qingzhu will go to jail. So the money must be raised no matter what. She’s already spent a fortune battling me, and now there’s not a single cent left in her account. On top of that, she owes the bank a huge debt…”

At this point, Tang Long’s mood brightened. “This is the perfect opportunity for me to gradually swallow up her entire group! Longyue Group will become the true giant of Haitong City!”

“Ha ha ha, absolutely splendid! A heaven-sent opportunity, a heaven-sent opportunity!” Tang Long happily slapped his thigh.

Lin Qi, however, could not share his joy.

Recalling Song Qingzhu’s frantic state just now, she must be deeply distressed.

Yes, now that he had ordered Tang Long, as the young master, Tang Long would certainly obey and avoid provoking Jin Yang Group, allowing Song Qingzhu to recover slowly.

But why should he help Song Qingzhu now, when he had not helped Tang Long before—though that very inaction had inadvertently benefited Tang Long?

Would he forsake his own and aid an outsider?

The key point was why help at all. Song Qingzhu had helped him a few times before, but only with ulterior motives and hidden agendas.

In the end, Lin Qi said nothing.

Business was like war.

If you lose, you’re out.

Tang Long left.

Once Jin Yang Group paid the two billion, Longyue Group would take center stage.

Lin Qi had many matters to attend to and couldn’t accompany Tang Long any longer.

He drove Song Qingzhu’s Mercedes S-Class, aimlessly cruising the streets.

Being dismissed by Song Qingzhu was now a settled fact, and by rights, this car should be returned to her.

But going to Jin Yang Group now would only invite countless storms and accusations.

Eventually, Lin Qi drove home, waiting for Secretary Zhou to contact him.

Kyoto.

Within a certain courtyard house.

In the main hall, a refined middle-aged man sat in the central chair.

His name was Lü Wanfang, one of the most powerful men in all of Kyoto.

He was Lin Qi’s mortal enemy!

Ten years ago, Lin Qi’s father, Lin Xuansheng, was framed and imprisoned by Lü Wanfang, and the entire Lin family was wiped out.

At this moment, Lü Wanfang was sipping tea—the finest Maojian from Xinyang City, the earliest and most tender harvest of the year, always first delivered to his mansion for tasting.

Suddenly, a figure rushed in hurriedly.

“Father, we’ve found Lin Qi’s whereabouts!” The youth was visibly excited.

Lin Qi was Lin Qi’s original name, as he was the seventh son of Lin Xuansheng.

The youth was Lü Wanfang’s eldest son, Lü Qinghao.

“Where is Lin Qi?” Lü Wanfang’s pupils contracted slightly, a sign of great shock.

Ten years ago, Lin Qi mysteriously disappeared; Lü Wanfang’s search for him never ceased.

To rest easy, he must eradicate all traces.

Lü Qinghao said, “In Haitong City, Jiangnan Province, we have an informant overseeing investment promotion there. This morning, at a land bidding and auction event, a female entrepreneur suddenly mentioned the name ‘Lin Qi’ with great excitement, which piqued his curiosity. Afterwards, he investigated and found that Lin Qi actually resembles Lin Qi quite a bit!”

Lü Qinghao took out his phone and showed a photo to Lü Wanfang.

“This is Lin Qi!” Lü Wanfang glanced once and declared resolutely, “I knew that boy was still alive! His brows and eyes are exactly the same as when he was a child…”

Growing increasingly excited, Lü Wanfang asked, “Is there more detailed information?”

Lü Qinghao replied, “So far, he’s working as a bodyguard for a female entrepreneur named Song Qingzhu.”

He then displayed Song Qingzhu’s photo.

Young, beautiful, and incomparable.

“What’s Song Qingzhu’s background?” Lü Wanfang inquired further.

“No information found,” Lü Qinghao shook his head. “Her records are completely blank.”

“That’s just as it should be!” Lü Wanfang clapped his hands hard. “Ten years ago, a mysterious figure abducted Lin Qi, and there has been no clue since! It seems that Song Qingzhu is that very mysterious person.”

Lü Qinghao was skeptical. “Impossible. Song Qingzhu is only in her early twenties now. How old would she have been ten years ago? Could she have such capability?”

Lü Wanfang gave his son a sharp look. “Fool! Don’t you know women today use makeup? Thirty-year-olds look like twenty, and forty-year-olds like thirty!”

Lü Qinghao immediately nodded. “Dad really knows best!”

“Nonsense, I’ve seen plenty in bed…” Lü Wanfang swallowed the rest of his sentence and continued, “Enough talk. Since we’ve found their trail, we must act quickly! Lin Qi was trained in martial arts since childhood, so he won’t be easy to handle. That Song Qingzhu doesn’t look ordinary either… Send two top experts to eliminate them! Remember, leave no one alive, not even one escapee!”

“Understood. I’ll dispatch Black Hawk and Red Scorpion,” Lü Qinghao said.

Black Hawk and Red Scorpion were the Lü family’s top elite warriors.

Sending them to kill Lin Qi would guarantee absolute success!