This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

People look for him thousands of Baidu.

Suddenly, I turned around, and there he was on the screen.

This immense sense of shock and destiny caused a momentary blank in the minds of both men, who were used to weathering many storms.

Zhou Zhenghao!

it's him!

The murderer who went so far as to kill for game equipment ten years ago!

Now, he has transformed into a glamorous and successful entrepreneur praised by everyone!

After absolute silence came the fat man's heavy, suppressed breathing.

He stared intently at Zhou Zhenghao's smug face on the screen, his chest heaving violently like an enraged bull.

"Fuck the hell!"

With a roar, he suddenly raised his foot, about to kick the server rack next to him.

"Calm down."

Zhang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water poured on the fat man's impending outburst of anger.

He reached out a hand and pressed it on the fat man's shoulder.

"Calm down?" The fat man's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. "How the hell can I calm down? He killed that person! And now he's a big businessman, even wanting to build a Hope Primary School! Bah!"

Wang Xiaoer was also stunned by the huge contrast and was speechless. Looking at Zhou Zhenghao's photo, he felt nauseous.

"Let's call the police," he said instinctively. "Now that we've found them, the police should take care of it."

"What's it to you?" Zhang Chen released his grip, his voice as cold as iron. "What are you going to use to call the police? A ten-year-old game ID and a forum comment?"

He walked to the broken water glass that Wang Xiaoer had smashed, squatted down, and picked up the large pieces of glass with his hands.

"Zhou Zhenghao is now rich and powerful; he's a local celebrity entrepreneur. The three of us—two run firms, and one repairs computers."

"If we say he killed someone ten years ago, guess what? Will the police believe us, or the top-notch legal team he hired?"

Zhang Chen's words were like a dull knife, cutting into reality piece by piece, leaving it bloody.

Both the fat man and Wang Xiaoer fell silent.

They knew that Zhang Chen was telling the truth.

"So... we're just going to leave it at that?" Wang Xiaoer's voice was filled with resentment.

"never mind?"

Zhang Chen stood up, threw the glass shards into the trash can, and dusted off his hands.

"Song Wen's ten years of resentment can be forgiven, but who will forgive Song Jianguo's ten years of tears?"

He turned around, his eyes becoming unusually calm.

"You can't deal with this kind of person using conventional methods."

"Going directly to confront them is just reckless courage."

He looked at the fat man and Wang Xiaoer and said, word by word.

"What we need to do is to treat them in the same way they treat us."

The fat man was the quickest to understand, and he immediately grasped Zhang Chen's meaning.

"Winning hearts and minds?"

Zhang Chen nodded.

"That's right, winning hearts and minds is the best strategy."

He looked at the fat man and stated his thoughts directly.

"Fatty, I want you to use every means possible to get Zhou Zhenghao's company address, the sooner the better."

"A piece of cake!"

Upon hearing that there was work to be done, the fat man immediately perked up and sat back down in front of the computer.

"Don't even mention his company address, I could find out what color underwear he was wearing today!"

His fingers danced across the keyboard again, this time with a clear target and full of aggression.

Zhang Chen turned to Wang Xiaoer, about to speak, but then remembered that this was a computer store, and turned back to look at the fat man.

"By the way, Fatty, do you have that keyboard, the 'Blackjazz AK47' model?"

The fat man's mind was completely focused on the screen in front of him, and he didn't even bother to shake his head, only glancing at Zhang Chen.

"What the hell? Why would I hoard those old antiques? This isn't an antique shop."

"Feelings are pointless to ask," Zhang Chen said, turning to Wang Xiaoer with a hint of annoyance.

"Waiter, go to the 24-hour electronics market and find the secondhand market there."

"Help me find a keyboard, model 'Ajazz AK47', the oldest one, mechanical switches, in relatively new condition."

Although Wang Xiaoer was puzzled, he immediately nodded.

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

He thought for a moment, then turned around and ran back to the computer, searched for a picture of a keyboard, took a picture of it with his phone, and then ran out of the shop.

Only Zhang Chen and Fatty remained in the shop.

A message that is rampaging through the virtual world, searching for its target.

One stood quietly in place, eyes slightly closed, as if contemplating something.

In less than an hour, the fat man was the first to complete the task.

He slapped a printed floor plan on the table.

"Got it! 'Haozheng Technology,' 17th floor, Building B, High-tech Zone Science Park. I even got the internal layout of their office, and they even marked where the network cable runs."

Half an hour later, Wang Xiaoer came running back, panting.

He was holding a keyboard box that looked quite old.

"Brother Chen, I found it! I went to several stores before finally finding it at a guy who specializes in secondhand goods. It's exactly the same as the picture!"

Zhang Chen took the keyboard and opened the box.

It was a mechanical keyboard full of the marks of its time, with a rough casing and keycaps that already had a slightly oily sheen.

It was the same style that Song Wen used back then.

Zhang Chen didn't say anything, but picked up the keyboard and turned to Fatty and Wang Xiaoer.

"Wait here for me, I'm going out for a bit."

After saying that, he picked up his keyboard and walked alone into the night.

Fatty and Wang Xiaoer looked at each other, both wondering what Zhang Chen was up to.

As dawn broke, Zhang Chen arrived at the old neighborhood where Song Jianguo lived.

After explaining to the old man, he removed the Soul-Suppressing Nail from Song Wen's keyboard.

When they returned to the shop, Fatty and Wang Xiaoer were gathered together, pointing and discussing Zhou Zhenghao's information.

"This guy's rise to wealth is highly questionable; his first pot of gold clearly came from dubious sources!"

Upon seeing Zhang Chen return, the two immediately stopped their discussion.

Wang Xiaoer recognized the iron nail in Zhang Chen's hand at first glance.

It was an ordinary iron nail, rusty and even a little bent.

Under the shop's lights, however, there was an inexplicable eeriness about it.

Zhang Chen didn't explain. In front of the two of them, he picked up the new keyboard that Wang Xiaoer had bought, pried open the casing with a tool, and revealed the circuit board inside.

Then, holding the nail, with focused eyes, he slowly, inch by inch, drove it back in.

The tip of the nail precisely pierced the center of the new keyboard's main control chip.

"Thump."

A muffled thud.

The nail was completely embedded inside.

After doing all this, he finally raised his head and looked at the fat man and Wang Xiaoer, who both looked on incredulously.

"Song Wen's resentment has dissipated; his soul is no longer on this Soul-Suppressing Nail."

His voice was calm.

"But it suppressed Song Wen for ten years and bore the weight of all the causes and effects of those ten years."

"Right now, it's just a simple 'murderous object'."

"It has no power of its own, but for those with a guilty conscience, it is the most terrifying death warrant."

Fatty and Wang Xiaoer felt a chill run down their spines.

They looked at the unremarkable keyboard as if it weren't a computer component, but a vengeful ghost about to claim their lives.

Zhang Chen put the keyboard back into the box, then found some wrapping paper and tape, carefully wrapped it up, and disguised it as an ordinary express delivery package.

He took a pen and then pulled out another one from the fat man's delivery slip and stuck it on it.

He didn't write anything in the sender information section of the express delivery slip.

He paused in the gift notes section, then wrote a few words.

"Your old friend, the enigmatic king."