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Chapter 120 Retribution
A few seconds later, Peng Jiayan burst into laughter again.

"It's so convenient to talk to smart people—some idiot like Secretary Chang, let alone any metaphors, he could mess up even things discussed with him face-to-face. The best thing to do with him is just to use him as a pawn."

At this point, Peng Jiayan changed the subject.

"Oh right, speaking of which, I just remembered that my secretary Chang hasn't come back yet, and I can't get through to him on the phone no matter what I do. I wonder if you know where he is, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou You simply replied with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I broke up with Secretary Chang after I left the construction site, and I really don't know where he went afterward."

Peng Jiayan looked at Zhou You for a while, then suddenly grinned and waved his hand dismissively.

"Well, whatever, he's just an idiot anyway, he got lost and that's that. So, Mr. Zhou, do you remember what I told you before?"

Zhou You, on the other hand, appeared completely unfazed.

"What?"

"--Of course, it's if you come to work for our company."

Peng Jiayan paused for a moment, then continued.

“I told you before that the annual salary was 1.2 million? Now I think it’s a bit low. Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll personally add another 200,000, making it 1.4 million a year—and you won’t need to do any other work, not even sign in. You just need to lend a hand when this situation happens again.”

—This treatment is already considered luxurious.

It could even be said that this is a job that many people dream of their entire lives.

But Zhou You just kept smiling.

That smile revealed no emotion, only a sense of peace.

"Mr. Peng, are you trying to silence me with high-ranking positions and generous salaries?"

Peng Jiayan paused for a few seconds, then waved his hand dismissively.

"Look at what you're saying, brother. Why would I keep quiet about such a small matter? It's just a few minor accidents."

He had only spoken halfway when, for some reason, Peng Jiayan stopped.

He suddenly felt colder and colder, even... a chilling cold that sent shivers down his spine.

What are these useless idiots good for?!
Peng Jiayan suddenly banged on the table—Zhou You guessed there might be a communicator or something similar inside—and then scolded in a low voice.

"Are you fucking trying to freeze me to death? Turn the temperature up right now, or I'll throw you all into the freezer tonight and spend the New Year there!"

Hearing the flustered apology coming from the other side, Peng Jiayan's expression softened a bit, and he raised his head again.

"Where were we? Oh right, we were going to shut you up, weren't we?"

Zhou You nodded.

Peng Jiayan immediately smiled and said.

"To be honest, Mr. Zhou... no, Brother Zhou, I really don't care much about what you know about this—don't think I'm bragging. If it were someone else, they would probably feel like the sky is falling as soon as they found out about these things. But the problem is, who am I, Peng Jiayan? Even if the sky really does fall, I can hold it up with one hand."

Zhou You gave a playful look.

"Mr. Peng, are you implying that you can control everything?"

Peng Jiayan laughed loudly.

"You flatter me. I can't possibly cover up everything; it's just that money and power can influence everything."

"Actually, it's quite simple. It just depends on whether I'm willing to pay a high price to settle this. After all, I handled those things very cleanly, leaving no evidence. Even if you bring the police to the scene, it's impossible for me to be implicated in the end."

Zhou You fell silent immediately.

It wasn't because he didn't know how to refute it, but because it was the truth.

—What this guy said is indeed true. Although the final cement was not used to fill the burial site, all the bodies at the burial site were carefully disposed of. If Zhou You hadn't possessed the 'Eye of Seeing the Cause', even he probably wouldn't have been able to directly determine that these murders were related to Peng Jiayan.

In fact, throughout the entire conversation, Peng Jiayan never mentioned the murder case once. He used pronouns for everything he said about it—clearly, this was to prevent Zhou You from having any recording devices or similar equipment.

When a powerful and wicked person is so cautious, it is indeed difficult to find anything in reality that can judge him.

Seeing that Zhou You had not spoken, Peng Jiayan seemed to have mistaken it for tacit agreement and immediately took the opportunity to continue to persuade him.

"Brother Zhou, I know a bit about your line of work. I've met quite a few monks and Taoists. I know you can exorcise ghosts and catch evil spirits, but that's about it. Famous masters like you make a living by swindling and cheating all day long, so the offer I'm giving you is already quite generous."

Are all cultivators in reality this useless? Zhou You shook his head, about to say something, but then suddenly turned his gaze to the back.

"Uh, Brother Zhou, what are you looking at?"

"No, it's nothing."

Zhou You gave a casual reply and then withdrew his gaze from what was behind him.

Peng Jiayan turned his head, only to find an expensive oil painting.

baffling.

However, as he said this, Peng Jiayan suddenly felt the chill around him growing stronger.

He tightened his pajamas, looked around, then frowned at Zhou You, who seemed completely unconcerned, and couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Zhou, don't you feel cold?"

Zhou You, on the other hand, had a calm smile on his face.

"Mr. Peng, what do you mean? The temperature in this room is just right, neither too hot nor too cold—no wonder it's your air conditioner, Mr. Peng. And I don't have a cold, so why would I feel cold?"

—Could it be that I've caught a cold?
Damn, could it be that you overworked yourself at the nightclub last night and caught it?
Having found a reason, Peng Jiayan finally felt relieved. He coughed twice and continued.

"Alright, I won't waste any more words. This time, I genuinely value talent, Brother Zhou. Give me a straight answer. If you agree, then we'll be family. Your affairs are my affairs. I won't promise you wealth and glory, but I can at least ensure you live a life of privilege—but if you don't agree..."

Peng Jiayan's words were not finished, but his meaning was already very clear.

But Zhou You simply shook his head and stood up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peng, I can't accept your praise. After all, I'm afraid I'll be buried somewhere someday—I'm not like you, and if I knew too much, I would end up like that too."

"Money is good, but you have to be alive to spend it, right?"

Upon hearing this, Peng Jiayan's gaze gradually turned cold.

So you mean there's absolutely no room for negotiation?

"Yes."

Then Peng Jiayan took a deep breath—and then suddenly laughed.

But it wasn't a signal to smash a cup; he simply waved his hand dismissively.

"Well, forget it then. Even if the deal falls through, we can still be friendly. Besides, Brother Zhou, you're not stupid. I don't think you'd expose me for some vague sense of justice. Let's call it a day. I'm not feeling well, so I won't see you off."

He spoke casually, but Zhou You could still discern a hint of emotion in his smile.

—That was a deep killing intent.

Now may not be the time to make a move, but if the opportunity arises in a few days, this guy will not hesitate to have someone kill him.

Zhou You suddenly laughed.

A wealthy man with power and influence in the city, and connections to the underworld, versus a lonely, unemployed vagrant.

It's obvious who will win or lose—even with all his abilities, Zhou You will probably only end up killing someone and being wanted by the police.

But...
He raised his head again and looked behind Peng Jiayan.

Reality is not like a script where you can put aside your concerns to fight evil and punish the wicked, and you can't possibly bear the crime of murder because of a momentary impulse.

But the problem is, if the living world can't control you, can't the underworld?

The grievances should have their perpetrators and the debtors their just deserts; only by taking revenge oneself can one truly feel satisfied.

Zhou You nodded, taking it as a farewell, and then turned and left without hesitation.

Silence fell once again in the spacious living room.

Otherwise.

The several evil spirits standing behind Peng Jiayan simultaneously revealed a ferocious and terrifying smile.

　I've revised it according to what the other guys said, and I've also fixed all the typos and errors. The next chapter will move on to the next level.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)