After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 244 Return
Not acting out of line is actually courting death!

At this moment, the faces of the group darkened.

Yan Yu pondered: "Do vampires have any fatal weaknesses?"

“Yes,” Feng Li replied slowly. “Both the new and the old masters find it hard to resist the charms of a beautiful woman. Either you pretend to be ingratiating first, and when you see Ning Yunzhan, just chop off his head—if you do it, he probably won’t fight back.”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yan Yu's face turned pale. "Isn't that like throwing lambs to the slaughter? Sister can't go."

Jiang Shu stood up: "I think it's feasible. I'll go sharpen the knife."

Rong Jingchen followed closely behind: "I'll go with you."

Looking at the two people who acted so decisively, Yan Yu felt a sense of powerlessness: "Your Highness, you came up with this terrible idea yourself, so you should think about how to clean it up."

Feng Shili smiled casually: "Sharpening the knife can relieve some anxiety. Let them be."

"New master, is there really no other way?"

Feng Li didn't answer, but slowly stood up: "Want to play on a submarine together?"

"You still have the mind to play with submarines?"

"Activate your thinking; maybe you'll find a solution." Feng Li glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Together?"

Half an hour later, Feng Li changed into a loose yet elegant outfit. Yan Yu asked curiously, "Your clothes look a bit old-fashioned?"

Beside them stood the kind-faced old butler, specially sent by the old master to serve them on the island, who explained:

“This outfit is auspicious. Five years ago, my young master came back to life wearing this very outfit. I haven’t been able to bear throwing it away all these years.”

Yan Yu knew that the FY conglomerate was particularly superstitious about feng shui and fortune-telling because of this sickly person, so she stopped complaining and listlessly went to change her clothes: "Let's go."

Feng Li's submarine was underground. As Yan Yu and Feng Li walked towards the base's underground elevator, they encountered Jiang Shu and Rong Jingchen studying dozens of different knives of various sizes.

Jiang Shu looked up from the gleaming blade at Feng Li and Yan Yu: "Where are you going?"

"Want to go submarine rides, sister?" Yan Yu invited, hoping to help Jiang Shu relieve some stress.

Jiang Shu hesitated for a moment: "I'll play after I deal with Ning Yunzhan. Besides, I've been playing for many days in a row recently, and I'm getting a little tired of it."

Yan Yu glanced at the gleaming knives and said, "Alright, sisters, you can continue."

Feng Li gave Jiang Shu a deep look, and before turning to enter the underground elevator, he suddenly turned back and softly called out, "Baby."

Jiang Shu responded blankly.

Feng Li's lips curled slightly, and his already charming and beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with starlight: "Goodbye."

Jiang Shu's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

The elevator went all the way down.

Inside the transparent, high-tech elevator, Yan Yu casually asked upon seeing one of the doors, "Why is there a door here?"

"This is my secret chamber," Feng Li explained calmly.

What's inside?

"This is the coffin I prepared for myself," Feng Li said with a raised eyebrow and a slight sneer. "Peerless Cold Jade, would you like to see it?"

"They're gone. With a major battle imminent, it's bad luck to come into contact with these things."

The elevator descended several dozen meters further, finally stopping at an underground artificial harbor. Inside, a sleek, giant submarine resembled a dragon from the abyss. Yan Yu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:
"With fighter jets and deep-sea submarines, you're the most adept at this kind of thing among us."

"As far as I know, Rong Jingchen also has one. But his is a military version, which is even more powerful than mine."

After Feng Li finished speaking, he opened the hatch and went inside first.

Yan Yu paused for a moment, then followed. Half an hour later, the submarine entered the deep sea area. Feng opened a bottle of wine and filled his glass: "Cheers."

As the red wine went down his throat, Yan Yu gazed at the world outside the submarine, his expression gradually becoming dazed...

Another half hour passed.

Feng Li looked at the sleeping Yan Yu and several other staff members who were slumped over at their workstations, and slowly got up.

Long, slender fingers gently pressed a button.

The submarine began its rapid return journey.

Upon returning to the port, Feng Li activated another alarm button. Amidst the piercing alarm, he stepped into the secret room via elevator.

The sealed room was filled with a chilling atmosphere, with almost tangible ice mist swirling around it, causing Feng Li to cough lightly from the shock.

"This frail body..." Feng Li sighed softly, "If it weren't for this face, I really wouldn't have wanted it."

He walked step by step to the ice coffin, gently reached out, and lifted the semi-transparent lid of the ice coffin.

Inside the ice coffin, a tall figure lay, seemingly asleep. He was wearing the same clothes as Feng Li, which were now frozen stiff by the frost.

Feng Li gracefully rolled up his sleeves, bent down slightly, and began to unfasten his wristwatch before placing it on the person in the ice coffin.

"I've taken you home..." he said softly.

Then, he looked at the beads in his hand, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes...

The underground alarm immediately threw everyone in the base into chaos!
A few minutes later, a professional rescue team went deep underground and rescued Yan Yu and the others who were still unconscious in the submarine.

Yan Yu slowly awoke, her gaze still dazed.

Rong Jingchen's expression was grave: "The submarine activated its self-protection procedures and alarm devices for underwater turbulence and abnormal pressure. You have likely encountered an uncontrollable natural environment underwater..."

Yan Yu rubbed his temples: "How did I faint?"

“People can indeed faint when encountering turbulent currents and high pressure, but fortunately the submarine has good performance and returns to base accurately, so you should be fine.” Rong Jingchen looked around. “Where’s Feng Li?”

Jiang Shu followed her down, having already thoroughly explored the submarine. She couldn't help but feel a little flustered: "Yes, where's Ali?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the old butler’s heart-wrenching cries echoed from a secluded spot in the harbor!

Jiang Shu's heart tightened, and she ran over quickly.

Then, her gaze fell on the bodies floating and sinking in the harbor waters, and her face turned deathly pale!

Rong Jingchen and Yan Yu, sensing something was wrong, rushed over with tense expressions. Then, upon seeing the scene, they both fell silent...

The man's highly recognizable face was now deathly pale, devoid of any life. He was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when he left with Yan Yu, though they were now completely soaked from being submerged in water. On his pale wrist, besides the still-ticking multi-million dollar watch, there was a string of inconspicuous beads…

Jiang Shu's legs suddenly went weak, and she sat down on the ground in a daze!
Inside a secluded room where no one is paying attention.

A tall, slender figure leaned lazily against the cold, empty coffin, toying with a bottle of golden-red liquid in his hand.

The commotion outside was too great; the old butler's cries were deafening and faintly reached into the secret room.

The figure ignored them, and casually opened the glass bottle.

Then, a hint of amusement and self-mockery flashed in her delicate peach blossom eyes as she slowly poured the liquid from the glass bottle into her palm...

The liquid slowly disappeared from his palm and entered his body. His previously somewhat sickly body began to glow, as if undergoing a strange transformation.

A few minutes later, in the same secret room, the tall figure rose gracefully. His once intense and arrogant face was replaced by a cool and aloof countenance. Even his former frivolous air instantly became clear and elegant, like the moon in the sky or snow in a mountain stream...

He lowered his gentle eyes, his slender fingers gently removing the obsidian ring from his ring finger, and then slowly putting on a black obsidian ring...