Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Room 101.

Wen Yan clutched his chest, breathing heavily.

A massive surge of life energy flowed into Chen Guohua's body through the connection between their souls.

That was the full brilliance that Chen Guohua displayed during his final burning.

Nourished by this energy, Wen Yan's congenitally damaged heart began to beat powerfully.

Those shrunken blood vessels are refilled, and those failing organs begin to regain their vitality.

Although he was still far from being fully cured, he could feel that the shadow of death had been pushed back by a huge step.

What was originally a six-month countdown to death has now been extended.

After a long while, Wen Yancai finally calmed down from the trembling sensation of being revitalized.

Consciousness sinks into the depths of the soul.

In that void, next to the light spot of [Burning Life], a brand new light spot appeared.

It shares the same origin as [Burning Life], but is even more dazzling, presenting a blood-gold color that seems to scorch the soul, yet within its light lies a deathly gray.

That is the blossoming of life.

A power that leads to mutual destruction, a key that can drag enemies down to hell even when trapped in dire straits.

Wen Yan gently touched the mark with his mind, but did not feel ecstatic about gaining power.

His gaze turned towards the direction of the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds outside the window, his eyes no longer showing their usual indifference, but rather a sense of solemnity and respect.

This is a fair trade.

I will give you the power of revenge, and you will give me the sustenance to live.

But Chen Guohua acted more decisively and perfectly than he had anticipated.

He completed the "payment" that maximized Wen Yan's value in the most tragic way.

Go in peace.

Your revenge has been achieved, and your daughter is waiting for you.

And I will carry on living on, carrying with me the embers of your burning.

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Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top.

The banquet hall was filled with the smoke of gunpowder and the strong stench of blood, and the scene was deathly silent.

Wang Gang, the captain of the mobile assault team, felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the horrific and bizarre scene before him.

But he only hesitated for half a second before realizing that the seriousness of the situation far exceeded his expectations—

Wei Zixuan was brutally murdered in public under heavy police protection, with dozens of political and business figures and media reporters present. Any one of these photos would be enough to trigger a massive earthquake in Chenxi City.

"All team members, listen up! Level 1 alert!" Wang Gang's roar instantly snapped the somewhat dazed team members out of their reverie.

"Team One! Seal off all exits, passageways, and ventilation shafts! Entry is permitted, but exit is not!"

"Team Two! Immediately take control of all personnel present, conduct a thorough search, and confiscate all mobile phones, cameras, and recording devices! Delete all video and audio footage from the scene! Anyone who resists or attempts to conceal such items will be detained on the spot for obstructing official business!"

"Three teams! Cut off the public network and telephone signals on this floor and the floors above and below it! Technicians, immediately go to the control room and physically dismantle all surveillance and storage equipment related to this banquet and its surrounding area, then bring it back to the city bureau!"

The orders were issued in rapid succession, and the guests, who were still in shock, were quickly brought under control. The entire hall was forced into silence under Wang Gang's iron fist.

Seeing that the scene was under preliminary control, Wang Gang took a deep breath and connected to the command center: "Command center, on-site commander Wang Gang reports. Wei Zixuan is confirmed dead, and the attacker Chen Guohua is also dead. But the situation at the scene... is extremely abnormal. Chen Guohua's mobility after being shot far exceeded expectations, and the final method of killing... cannot be explained by common sense. I have implemented a complete information blockade and request the immediate dispatch of forensic experts, trace evidence specialists, and higher-level commanders to the scene!"

Ten minutes later, the piercing sound of sirens tore through the night sky.

Zhao Jianguo, deputy director of the municipal police bureau, strode across the cordon, his face ashen.

Accompanying him was a middle-aged man in a black suit—Chenxi Municipal Councilor, the plenipotentiary representative of Wei Donghai, Chairman of the Wei Group, and Zhang Jingyi, Chief Legal Counsel of the Wei Group.

The two entered the banquet hall almost side by side, and a strong smell of blood hit them.

Zhao Jianguo glanced at the horrific scene, then his gaze sharpened as he looked at Wang Gang, beginning to inquire about the scene's containment and evidence preservation measures.

"Director Zhao."

Zhang Jingyi, who was standing next to him, suddenly spoke up.

He stared at the corpse on the ground, his usual professional fake smile vanished, replaced by a gloomy expression.

"Mr. Wei already knows the situation on the ground and is on his private plane heading back."

Zhao Jianguo looked at him: "Please accept my condolences. We will investigate as soon as possible..."

"I don't need you to find out anything," Zhang Jingyi coldly interrupted him, her voice carrying a suffocating pressure. "Mr. Wei has three requests."

Zhao Jianguo frowned, about to emphasize the independence of the police investigation, but Zhang Jingyi preemptively raised a finger.

"First, Xiao Wei was tragically murdered by the criminals while covering the guests' evacuation. He was a hero who acted bravely and righteously."

"Secondly, that murderer Chen Guohua must be classified as a drug-induced hallucination-driven individual seeking revenge against society. He must not be associated with any 'revenge' or 'wrongful conviction.' The Wei family's reputation must not be damaged in the slightest."

"Third," Zhang Jingyi turned his head, his gaze fixed on Zhao Jianguo like a hawk, "we need to examine the body ourselves. The Wei family has brought the best medical team; we need to know exactly what killed young CEO Wei."

Zhao Jianguo frowned, his professional instincts making him want to immediately refute – case investigation and autopsy are the police’s legal powers and core procedures, how can the family members dictate the direction or even interfere?

But the words stuck in his throat.

Although all communication devices of everyone on site have been confiscated, temporarily cutting off contact with the outside world.

But standing behind Zhang Jingyi was the Wei family's massive legal team and private medical team; that silent pressure was even greater than the telephone call.

Zhao Jianguo knew better than anyone else about Wei Donghai's influence in the city—it wasn't just his astonishing wealth, but also a deeply entrenched power network that had seeped into the system.

The Wei Group controls nearly 20% of the city's fiscal revenue. If this tycoon, who has lost his beloved son, were to lose his temper, the entire police force would likely face an "earthquake."

Moreover, the Wei family is now on the moral high ground as the "victim's family." If the police refuse to investigate the cause of the father's son's death, it will only escalate the conflict and leave the outside world with the impression that the police are "cold-blooded and unfair."

Faced with this immense pressure from power and the dual pressure of law and human sentiment, he had no choice but to compromise.

"The bodies must be handled by the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Forensic Center." After a moment of silence, Zhao Jianguo said in a deep voice, "Wei Zixuan's body must be sent to the Municipal Hospital morgue, and Chen Guohua's body must be sent to the Forensic Center. Considering the grief of the family, we can make an exception and allow your medical team to send someone to 'observe,' but they must obey the police's instructions completely and conduct the process under our strict supervision."

Zhang Jingyi straightened his collar and coldly said, "Fine."