119 The Only Heir

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then finally shook his head. "After all, Lin Xuan is the last remaining heir. Let's keep him."

The stout envoy asked, "So, what shall we do with him…?"

"Accept him."

"Understood."

The stout envoy turned to leave, but the middle-aged man called him back.

He whispered a few words into the envoy’s ear. The envoy’s expression instantly turned incredulous, yet he still replied, "Yes."

In a courtyard in the capital city—

Lu Wanfang had just learned that Black Hawk and Red Scorpion had gone missing.

“Missing” was just a euphemism.

He knew the truth: they were dead.

Killed by Lin Qi and Song Qingzhu!

Fury ignited within him, and he immediately dispatched more experts to Haitong City.

He swore he would never rest until Lin Qi was dead!

But soon, he discovered that both Lin Qi and Song Qingzhu had vanished.

Since they had already alerted the enemy, it was only natural for these two to disappear simultaneously. Yet, with such a large entity as the Jinyang Group involved, surely there would be some trace, some clue?

But there was nothing.

The Jinyang Group seemed to be a bottomless pit; though its registration details were clear, no valuable information could be gleaned.

A new president had taken over the Jinyang Group, and Song Qingzhu appeared to have never existed.

Lu Wanfang investigated this new president; his identity was spotless, with no issues.

Lu Wanfang felt something was off—very off.

It was as if an extraordinarily powerful hand was working against him at every turn.

Had Lin Qi’s strength grown so formidable?

Or was someone still aiding him?

Refusing to accept defeat, Lu Wanfang poured in even more manpower, determined to expose Lin Qi and the forces behind him!

Three days later.

Jiangnan Province, Haitong City.

No one knew how Lin Qi had survived these three days, but when he reappeared at the Yunze Lake villa district, his clothes were tattered, his skin several shades darker from the sun, and he wore a battered straw hat, resembling a ragpicker.

Naturally, the security guards stopped him.

“Look closely and see who I am,” Lin Qi lifted his head, pointing to his face.

“You’re President Song’s driver…” the guard immediately recognized him.

“That’s right,” Lin Qi felt a wave of relief.

“Why do you look like this now?” the guard asked curiously.

“Ah, it’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you someday,” Lin Qi said, entering the villa district. This time, no one stopped him.

He knew Lu Wanfang was searching for him these days, so he did everything to hide his tracks. He avoided all places he had been before and never appeared in public—after all, this was an era filled with surveillance cameras everywhere.

With Lu Wanfang’s status, accessing all the footage was no problem.

During the day, Lin Qi scavenged food from trash bins.

At night, he slept under overpasses with homeless people.

These physical hardships were nothing compared to the hatred burning within him.

Ten years ago, he should have been dead; now he had food, drink, and shelter—what more could he want?

Soon, he arrived at Building 6, Apartment 12.

He knocked on the door.

No answer.

But the door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and stepped inside.

Song Qingzhu was not home, but the stout and lean envoys sat on the sofa.

Lin Qi exhaled and walked toward them.

He removed his straw hat upon reaching them.

The lean envoy’s face was as cold as frost, while the stout envoy smiled warmly. “Lin Qi, you’re no ordinary man, being hunted by Lu Wanfang.”

Lin Qi showed no expression; he had anticipated this moment.

If Tianji couldn’t find Black Hawk and Red Scorpion, then this organization wasn’t as invincible as they claimed.

Lin Qi said, “So, will Tianji still accept me now?”

The stout envoy laughed louder. “Don’t try to provoke us. Tianji is far stronger than you can imagine!”

“That’s good,” Lin Qi replied. “Can I join Tianji now?”

“First, tell us what you can bring to Tianji.”

“I can make Tianji stronger.”

“Where does your confidence come from?”

“With just one word from me, the Longyue Group merged into the Jinyang Group!”

The stout envoy fell silent for a moment, then smiled. “So you were behind that. No wonder Qingzhu recommended you. Excellent. Tianji values talent above all! But before you join, there’s one thing you need to do.”

Lin Qi asked suspiciously, “What is it?”

The stout envoy stood, suddenly drawing a knife, and struck Lin Qi’s head hard with the blunt side.

Lin Qi immediately lost consciousness.

Then the stout envoy stuffed Lin Qi into a sack, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and left, the lean envoy close behind.

After an indeterminate time, Lin Qi slowly regained consciousness.

He found himself lying on an operating table, his limbs tightly bound with hemp ropes.