Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 652 Fate is on our side!
Li Hanyu's face still wore a warm smile, but her voice grew colder and colder:

"First, escort those three beautiful ladies home. Ensure their safe arrival at their residences, and conduct covert surveillance near their homes. If..."

She deliberately emphasized the word "if," a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

“Someone is trying to kidnap or harm them. I don’t need you to save them. I just need you to film that scene clearly and completely. Can you do that?”

Liu Yi and Song Ping'an had already reached a tacit understanding, and without any hesitation, they answered in unison:
"Don't worry, madam."

"it is good."

Li Hanyu nodded slightly, indicating her satisfaction with the straightforward answer.

Immediately afterwards, he reached into the inside pocket of his clothes and pulled out a notebook about the size of his palm.

Clearly, this notebook had been prepared long ago and had always been carried close to her body.

She handed the small notebook towards Liu Yi, and at the same time gave the instructions:

"Secondly, this book contains a list of construction teams."

It contains detailed information about each of them—name, address, family situation, daily routine…all the information you need is in there.”

Li Hanyu's voice was completely flat, as if she were discussing what side dishes to have for dinner:
"I need everyone on the list to die unexpectedly within three days. Is that possible?"

Liu Yi took the notebook with both hands, opened it in front of him, and quickly flipped through it. There were information and photos of about ten people in the notebook, who looked like an ordinary construction team.

Incidentally, all the words in the notebook were printed out; there wasn't a single handwritten stroke.

Liu Yi immediately guessed that this must be some kind of cover-up operation, but he didn't ask a single question. He simply put the notebook containing the lives of more than a dozen people into his pocket.

When he looked up again, his voice was a few decibels lower than before:
"Don't worry, madam!"

Song Ping'an, standing to the side, didn't even glance at the notebook. Seeing Liu Yi agree, he followed suit without hesitation:

"Don't worry, madam!"

Li Hanyu continued with great satisfaction:
"Then there is the third thing, which is also the most important thing."

I need you to spread the word when you return to the Second Prison that Warden Qian will be back soon. Everyone in the Second Prison needs to know that Warden Qian is about to recover and return.

In addition, I want you to expedite the necessary renovations to the warden's office, making it safer and more suitable for my son's work needs after he returns.

These three instructions are interconnected, forming an invisible net.

Actually, all of these tasks should have been assigned to Feng Mu, but Feng Mu was sent away by Hou Wendong. Fortunately, assigning the tasks to these two was the same as assigning them to Feng Mu.

After saying the last thing, Liu Yi and Song Ping'an did not respond immediately. Almost simultaneously, they looked at Warden Qian in the fish tank, and an indescribable joy appeared on their faces.

Li Hanyu took it all in, thinking to herself:
"Here we go again, with this uncontrollable, natural expression of joy. These two are indeed my son's loyal subjects."

Inside the fish tank, Qian Huan was also shocked by the sudden emotional shift between the two.

He hadn't witnessed what had happened in the corridor, so he was completely unprepared for the heartfelt welcome and anticipation from the two people.

An indescribable warm feeling and a tremendous sense of accomplishment instantly welled up in Qian Huan's heart:

"I never imagined... that I, the warden, would be so popular in the Second Prison!"

Although Liu Yi and Song Ping'an have not yet fully grasped all the details of the minister's grand scheme, the most crucial point has become clear—the "awakening" and "return" of Warden Qian is simply a script meticulously planned and promoted by the minister.

An accident? Absolutely impossible!!!
At this moment, they no longer had any objection to Qian Huan's return.

Since everything was under the minister's control, the so-called "power grab" was naturally absurd.

If Warden Qian can't be taken away, then his return can only be...

Liu Yi and Song Ping'an were filled with excited thoughts, and said in high spirits:

"Please rest assured, Madam and Warden Qian!!!"

Liu Yi and Song Ping'an quickly left the villa, taking three beautiful ladies with them as they went.

After they left, Li Hanyu locked the door again.

Almost the instant the lip lock landed, the carefully maintained calm on her face shattered, replaced by an extremely gloomy and venomous expression.

She suddenly ripped open one shoulder sleeve, revealing several clear finger marks on her once fair and smooth shoulder skin.

The fingerprints were deep purple with black tinges, and the edges were swollen and raised, as if they had been fiercely pinched by a red-hot iron. All the subcutaneous capillaries were ruptured, and the bruises spread wildly like a ferocious spider web, almost tearing through the thin layer of skin.

Li Hanyu silently walked to the table to the side and opened the white medical box.

She picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in cold disinfectant alcohol, and without any hesitation, pressed it directly into the center of the purplish-black fingerprint.

"hiss……"

A suppressed gasp escaped from her tightly pursed lips. Her body tensed instantly, her knuckles turning white from the effort, but she swallowed back the pain she was about to unleash.

She remained silent, repeatedly wiping the gruesome wound with cotton swabs and applying cool ointment.

This silent forbearance, like a scorching hot iron, burned fiercely into Qian Huan's heart in the fish tank.

His entire face was contorted with rage, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"That beast Wang Xinfa, how could he be so cruel? That beast, I'll kill him! I'll kill him! Aaaaaah!"

An angry roar echoed for a long time in the closed bedroom, before finally fading into a hoarse silence. He then said in a harsh voice:

"Mom, what should we do next?"

Only after the ointment was applied did Li Hanyu slowly pull up her sleeve to cover the ugly mark again.

She turned around and faced Qian Huan, who was still panting angrily in the fish tank.

She didn't comfort her son; her voice was chilling, as if it came from the depths of an ice cellar.
"Mom misjudged Wang Xinfa. He's even more ruthless and heartless than I thought."

Mom thought that now that you're awake, even if he's angry, she could at least use the web of self-interest to temporarily bind him and gradually work her way up. But now it seems Mom was too naive.

Li Hanyu shook her head and sneered repeatedly:

"Wang Xinfa also pursues profit, but he is different from General Manager Lu Chenjia. He does not pursue the maximization of profit, but the absolute realization of profit."

More than the gains or losses, he cared about whether his power and authority had been desecrated, even in the slightest way. He wouldn't tolerate it. Li Hanyu paused, staring intently at her son, and asked in a deep voice:
"So, Huan'er, the situation we're in now is probably ten or a hundred times more dangerous than I anticipated. Aren't you scared?"

Qian Huan felt a sudden chill, and a look of fear appeared in her eyes:
"Mom, are you a senator who would directly kill us?"

But his anger quickly consumed it all, and he said fiercely:

"Mom, I'm not afraid of that. What I'm more afraid of than death is staying in the fish tank forever, turning into a piece of rotten flesh that can't move. That's truly worse than death!!"

Qian Huan was not lying at all. Ordinary people simply cannot imagine what kind of inhuman torture that long "coma" was.

That was not a peaceful slumber, but an endless, tireless, uncontrollable repetition of doing one thing—practicing martial arts!
Day and night.

Every minute and every second.

Practicing in front of the mirror 24/7 without stopping... it's more despairing than being torn to pieces.

Even knowing you're dreaming in your dream is... even scarier, isn't it?

Li Hanyu was very satisfied with her son's answer, and she said with relief:

"Yes, Huan'er, remember this: you must not be afraid. The closer you are to death, the less you should be afraid. If you are afraid, you will really die. Only by not being afraid and daring to bite back at others with the thought that you will die can you possibly survive."

Qian Huan, deeply understanding this, replied:

"Mom, I understand. You taught me to be bold enough to go crazy and flip the table."

Upon hearing this, Li Hanyu smiled, then changed the subject and said:
"However, we are not necessarily going to die. Even if Wang Xinfa has murderous intent, he certainly won't dare to touch my mother and son for the time being."

Qian Huan was stunned, her eyes filled with confusion and doubt: "???"

If Councilor Wang truly intended to kill them, crushing this widow and her child would be no more difficult than crushing an ant. He didn't know where his mother got her confidence from.

Could it be because he just called Wang Xinfa "Dad"?

For a political creature like Wang Xinfa, even his own son could be killed with his own hands, let alone this unexpected "bastard child."

Li Hanyu knew what her son was wondering about, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face:
"My son, the timing of your awakening tonight was absolutely perfect."

"Oh, right, you didn't know, did you? The special envoy's villa was right next door, and it was attacked tonight. His fate is still unknown."

Qian Huan was stunned for a moment, and after a brief pause, her mind started racing at an unprecedented speed.

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, the color drained from his face and he turned deathly pale.

Looking at her son's pale face, Li Hanyu smiled and said:

"It seems you think the same way as your mother. You're afraid that someone with ulterior motives will forcefully link your awakening tonight with the special envoy's matter, right?"
The fact that you think this way, and that Mom thinks this way, means that there must be other people outside who think the same way.

Qian Huan wanted to remind her mother that this was no small matter. Although she trusted her mother and knew she would never do such a thing, others might not know the truth.

Such seemingly unrelated coincidences can often lead to murder; he had seen this kind of thing many times in the lower city.

After all, who says that things that are completely unrelated are necessarily unrelated?
Qian Huan felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about it, but he couldn't understand why his mother was still smiling!
Li Hanyu stopped keeping him in suspense and explained through the fish tank:
“Huan’er, what you’re worried about is exactly what I was worried about before. But now, I’ve suddenly realized something – this deadly coincidence is a huge danger to us, but it can also be a lifesaver for us.”

Qian Huan could understand each word his mother said individually, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together.

Danger is danger!

How can danger be turned into a lifesaver?
Qian Huan racked his brains trying to keep up with his mother's train of thought, but it was clear that he was far inferior to his mother in this regard.

Li Hanyu is an absolutely competent mother. Even in the most dangerous moments, she showed no impatience and never forgot to educate and guide her son.

"Huan'er, don't rush, calm down and think about it carefully."

You just asked why Wang Xinfa didn't dare to touch us? The answer lies in this 'coincidence'!

She stared intently at her son and said slowly:

"Think about it, if my son and I... well, in the last few days, suddenly and inexplicably died, what would those smart people outside think?"

One coincidence can be explained as a coincidence, but can two coincidences still be explained as a coincidence?

Qian Huan's pupils suddenly contracted, as if a bolt of lightning had cleaved the chaotic fog in his mind.

Seeing the sudden spark in her son's eyes, Li Hanyu knew he had grasped the key point, and added:

"If your 'miraculous' awakening can be forcibly linked to the assassination of the special envoy by those with ulterior motives, then by the same token, if my son and I suddenly die 'accidentally,' this 'accident' will also be tightly bound to the previous 'coincidence' by these people with ulterior motives."

As Li Hanyu explained, she asked a question:

"Huan'er, do you think what Mom said makes sense? Or, is it possible that someone with ulterior motives will make a big deal out of these coincidences?"

Qian Huan finally understood everything. His eyes lit up, and he even uttered a name:
"Mom, you mean Councilor Zhang Deming?"

Li Hanyu's beautiful eyes darted around, a sinister smile spreading across her face:

"That's right, it's Councilor Zhang Deming."

He and Wang Xinfa are bitter rivals and the biggest competitors for the next chief position.

If my son and I were to be murdered, especially if it happened right at the height of the controversy surrounding your 'awakening' and the attack on the special envoy, then Zhang Deming, that bloodthirsty political shark, would certainly not miss these coincidences.

He would try every means to connect all the coincidences and weave them into a net to entangle Wang Xinfa to death.

Moreover, since you publicly called Councilor Wang "Dad" today, Councilor Zhang Deming is even less likely to let go of the connection between us and the councilor.

Qian Huan's mind finally clicked, as if he had been enlightened.

Yes, hadn't he just experienced the bloodshed and filth of political struggles once before?

He still vividly remembers how much effort and sacrifice he had to make to extricate himself from the mess of the Second Prison riot, and it still pains him deeply.

He knew all too well the power of this "dirty water"!
Slander doesn't require evidence; it only requires a convenient excuse.

As for whether it will ultimately sink or rise, the truth is no longer important, and even the clumsiness of the excuse is insignificant. What matters is how much strength the opponent who throws out the excuse possesses and how much of a storm they can stir up.

How much power does Councilor Zhang Deming wield?
Congressman Wang Xinfa certainly understands this better than anyone else in the world—what terrifying energy could be unleashed if Congressman Zhang Deming were to seize upon this "coincidence."

and so……

(End of this chapter)