This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Everything is ready.

Wang Xiaoer looked at the package, still somewhat worried.

"Brother Chen, will he get infected?"

Zhang Chen picked up the package, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"A person who has done something wrong has a cowardice smaller than the tip of a needle."

"This keyboard is a thorn stuck in his heart, a thorn that should have been inserted ten years ago."

"We'll just wait and see."

The package has been sent out via same-city express delivery.

After doing all this, none of the three left.

The fat man turned on the spare computer, and the screen was playing a preview of the local news.

"The groundbreaking ceremony for the 'Haozheng Hope Primary School,' built with a donation of ten million yuan from Mr. Zhou Zhenghao, a well-known entrepreneur in this city, will be held at 10:00 a.m. the day after tomorrow in the suburbs. Many media outlets will be present to report on the event..."

On the television screen, Zhou Zhenghao was speaking eloquently to the camera, posing as a respectable man, and discussing his charitable philosophy.

Zhang Chen stared at the hypocritical face on the screen, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"The best stage has been set."

His voice rang out in the quiet shop, tinged with amusement.

"It all depends on whether our CEO Zhou dares to go on stage and perform this play."

Two days later, in the suburbs, at the groundbreaking ceremony of Haozheng Hope Primary School.

Colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, and drums and music filled the air.

A red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the foundation stone, with congratulatory flower baskets from all walks of life lining both sides.

All the major local media outlets were already on high alert, surrounding the podium completely.

As the absolute protagonist of the day, Zhou Zhenghao stood in the center of the stage, wearing a tailor-made high-end suit.

He wore a standard entrepreneur's smile and waved frequently to the guests and cameras below the stage.

Everything seemed so perfect, so fitting for his current status.

However, if someone were to observe closely, they would notice that fine beads of cold sweat were constantly seeping from his forehead beneath his meticulously styled hair.

Even with a thick layer of foundation, it was difficult to completely cover the dark circles under his eyes. The smile on his face looked more like a mask, stiff and somewhat unnatural.

On the edge of the crowd, Wang Xiaoer, Zhang Chen, and the fat man, dressed plainly, blended in with the onlookers and were inconspicuous.

The fat man, with a toothpick dangling from his mouth, looked at Zhou Zhenghao, who was dressed like a respectable man on stage, and spat in a low voice.

"Damn, what a show-off."

Zhang Chen's gaze never left Zhou Zhenghao's face. He spoke calmly, his voice not loud.

"Judging from his complexion, he has already received that 'gift'."

"Moreover, the 'effect' is quite good."

……

Let's rewind to the afternoon of the previous day.

Haozheng Technology, Chairman's Office.

Zhou Zhenghao leaned back in his leather boss's chair, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, and leisurely savored the freshly brewed top-grade Da Hong Pao tea. Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire office.

He enjoyed the feeling.

This feeling of having the world at your feet and everything under your control.

Just then, the secretary knocked on the door and came in, holding an unremarkable express delivery package.

"Mr. Zhou, here is a same-city express delivery for you, but the sender information is blank."

Zhou Zhenghao frowned; he hadn't bought anything online recently.

"Bring it here so I can take a look."

He took the package, weighed it in his hand, and found it to be quite heavy. It was wrapped very securely, so he couldn't tell what was inside.

He waved his hand impatiently, signaling his secretary to leave.

Perhaps it was a small gift from a business partner.

He didn't pay much attention, casually picked up the paper cutter on the table, and cut open the tape covering the package.

When the wrapping paper was peeled away layer by layer, revealing the familiar keyboard box, Zhou Zhenghao's relaxed expression instantly froze.

"Black Knight AK47".

This name, like a rusty key, suddenly shoved into the lock of his memory, forcibly opening a door that he had sealed for ten years, praying never to open it again.

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

How could it be this?

Who sent it?

An ominous premonition, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart.

With trembling hands, he opened the box, and inside lay the vintage mechanical keyboard.

It was exactly the same as the one Song Wen used in his memory.

No.

impossible.

It's just a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!

Zhou Zhenghao frantically told himself this in his mind.

As if trying to prove something, he frantically rushed to the desk drawer and pulled out a set of precision screwdrivers.

His hands were shaking so badly that he had to try several times before he finally managed to align the screwdriver with the clips on the back of the keyboard.

"Click".

The outer casing was pried open, revealing a green circuit board and numerous solder joints inside.

The office was quiet; Zhou Zhenghao could even hear his own heart pounding like a drum.

His gaze swept across the circuit board inch by inch, as if searching for something, or perhaps fearing something.

Finally, his gaze settled on the main control chip.

There, a rusty iron nail, with a ferocious and resolute posture, pierced deeply into the very center of the chip.

He would never forget that nail.

That afternoon, at the stairwell of that internet cafe, there was that thin figure lying in a pool of blood, and the soul-suppressing nail he had driven in himself.

It's been ten years.

He thought he had buried all of this long ago.

He used money and status to build an impregnable fortress for himself, locking the despicable, cowardly, and vicious "Brother Hao V5" firmly into the dark past.

But now, this nail, like a judge's pen from hell, easily pierced through all his pretenses.

"ah--!"

A suppressed scream escaped from Zhou Zhenghao's throat.

He reacted as if stung by a scorpion, violently throwing the keyboard away.

The keyboard traced an arc through the air before slamming heavily onto the expensive mahogany desk, then bounced to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The iron nail broke off from the shattered chip and rolled to his feet.

Zhou Zhenghao was so frightened that he staggered backward until his back hit the cold wall and he fell to the ground.

He was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

He saw the name written on the delivery slip, a name he thought would never appear again, but now it echoed wildly in his mind like a curse.

A mysterious king.

He is back.

He crawled back from hell to take my life!

……

"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to Mr. Zhou Zhenghao, Chairman of Haozheng Group and the donor of this Hope Primary School, to come to the stage and deliver a speech!"

The emcee's impassioned voice resounded throughout the venue through the sound system, pulling Zhou Zhenghao back to reality from his terrifying memories.

He took a deep breath, forced a smile, and walked to the front of the podium.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Countless flashes went off in front of him, making it hard for him to open his eyes.

He picked up his speech, cleared his throat, and began to read.

"Distinguished leaders, honored guests, friends from the media..."

His voice was dry and hollow, completely devoid of its former vigor.

His gaze couldn't focus on his speech at all; instead, it kept sweeping across the sea of ​​people below the stage.

He's looking for it.

He was looking for a pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes from ten years ago, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He felt that the person must be mingling in the crowd, coldly watching him in a way he didn't know, enjoying his fear and torment at that moment.