Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

It's not electricity in the conceptual sense, it's physical—the current flowing through the walls, the charge struggling in the old light bulb overhead, the ions floating in the air, all of which have become tangible threads.

They glowed and trembled slightly before his eyes, as if waiting to be touched.

He raised his hand and flicked it lightly with his fingertips.

The lights went out.

It's lit up again.

Went out.

It's lit up again.

Each switch was controlled by his fingertips, like plucking a musical string.

At that moment, he understood: this power came from his deepest obsession.

He will use the methods he is best at to take revenge on those who ruined his life!

Liu Zhen opened his eyes, and the electric arc at his fingertips went out.

Just then, the rusty iron gate of the factory was gently pushed open.

Meng Zhaowen walked in, her clothes covered in night dew.

He took off his glasses, wiped the fog off the lenses with the corner of his shirt, and put them back on, his eyes regaining their usual calm.

"How is it?" Liu Zhen asked.

"The net is in place." Meng Zhaowen walked to a pile of scrap metal, casually brushed off the dust, and sat down. "Zhao Hongtu has confirmed his attendance at tomorrow's opening ceremony. The security plan has been figured out; ostensibly a security company, but secretly private bodyguards—at least ten people."

"The bodyguards on the perimeter were equipped with stun guns and extendable batons—they would stay within three meters of Zhao Hongtu upon entry. But there were also two unfamiliar faces with him, transferred from elsewhere, who were armed."

Liu Zhen sneered, "A stun gun? That thing is just a toy to me." He paused, his gaze falling on Meng Zhaowen's face, "Where's the gun?"

"The gun is real. And that's not all." Meng Zhaowen took a folded piece of paper from the inside pocket of his trench coat, unfolded it, and laid it on the ground. It was a floor plan of the convention center, marked with dense red dots. "The news of Tao Yongnian's disappearance has spread throughout Longteng Power. Although Zhao Hongtu hasn't called the police, his private security force has doubled. He's sensed danger and is tightening his defenses."

"Contract the defense?" Liu Zhen asked.

"Yes." Meng Zhaowen pushed up his glasses. "He's a suspicious person. Tao Yongnian knew too much, and when he suddenly disappeared, his first reaction wasn't to call the police, but to investigate everyone who might pose a threat to him."

Liu Zhen remained silent for a moment.

He turned to look out the window. The night was deep, and the city lights in the distance were brilliant. Those were the lights lit by the sweat of countless people, but they could not illuminate the darkness in some corners.

He remembered his son's last words and the birthday gift his wife hadn't had a chance to give him.

Those warm things were all strangled by this group of people.

Since the law cannot judge, and since order cannot protect, then let's use his own methods to give this world one last boost of electricity.

"He wasn't wrong." Liu Zhen looked at the floor plan covered in markings on the ground, a slow, sinister smile spreading across his face. "But so what?"

He picked up his tool bag and slung it over his shoulder.

At that moment, his hunched back seemed to straighten a little, and faint blue arcs of electricity seemed to run around his body, illuminating the inextinguishable fire deep in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, I will let him see it."

Liu Zhen's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in the empty factory, carrying an electric-like vibration.

"My electricity!"

……

The following day, at the Gwangyang Convention Center, a banner reading "Power Development Forum" hung above the main entrance, swaying gently in the breeze.

Media reporters had already set up their cameras and microphones, pointing them at the entrance, waiting for those faces they usually only saw in the news.

At 9:00 AM sharp, a black sedan slowly drove into the dedicated lane.

The car door opened, and Zhao Hongtu stepped out.

He wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he wore his signature gentle smile, frequently nodding to the reporters around him.

Six bodyguards quickly formed around him, surrounding him.

These six people may seem ordinary, but in reality, they step on a specific rhythm with each step, and the distance between them is precisely calculated to ensure that there are no blind spots.

Two unfamiliar faces mingled at the edge of the crowd, their hands always tucked into the hem of their suit jackets—the holly leaves that Meng Zhaowen had planted in the green belt trembled slightly, taking in this scene.

"There's a bulge around his waist, he's got real skills," Meng Zhaowen told Liu Zhen. "He's not an ordinary security guard, he's been through thick and thin."

Liu Zhen merely sneered upon hearing this.

He looked down at his hands, where faint blue arcs of electricity flickered at his fingertips, disappearing in an instant.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Hongtu did not immediately enter the hall. Instead, he stood beside the car, seemingly adjusting his cuffs, but actually looking around with a serious expression.

He lingered for more than three seconds at every window where the gunman might be hiding, and subtly listened to every trash can where explosives might be stored.

To climb to this position and become the chairman of Longteng Power, he relied not only on his methods, but also on this ingrained sense of danger.

"Mr. Zhao, it's safe." The security captain whispered a reminder.

Zhao Hongtu nodded and strode towards the entrance.

……

The power distribution room is located on the second basement level of the convention center.

The air here is filled with ozone and the distinctive smell of heated metal.

The massive transformer emitted a deep hum, like the breath of a giant beast.

Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen have already infiltrated this place. With Meng Zhaowen's plant perception, avoiding surveillance and patrols has become a piece of cake.

The duty officer was silently knocked down and collapsed unconscious in the shadows of a corner.

Liu Zhen was wearing a repairman's uniform, and the name tag was a replica prepared in advance by Meng Zhaowen.

He stood in front of the main control cabinet, but instead of immediately taking action, he slowly stretched out his hands and placed them on the cold outer shell of the distribution box.

At that moment, the world changed.

No longer a dark and damp basement, no longer cold metal.

Countless luminous threads appeared before his eyes, weaving through the walls, flowing beneath the floor, and extending to every corner of the entire building.

That's electricity, that's energy, that's the blood of this modern behemoth.

"Zhao Hongtu is listening to a speech." Meng Zhaowen leaned against the door, her fingers lightly tapping her thigh—a rhythm conveyed by the plants. "First row, middle seat."

Liu Zhen did not rush to make a move.

He was waiting for Zhao Hongtu to enter the designated area of ​​the rest area, and for Meng Zhaowen to give him a signal.

What hunters need most is not strength, but patience.

Just like when he used to repair circuits, even if he knew which wire was live, he would make sure that there were no mistakes before he would start.

……

First row of VIP seats.

Zhao Hongtu listened calmly to the speech on "The Future of Clean Energy" on stage, nodding occasionally and whispering a few words to the person next to him, which caused a tacit laugh.

No one could tell that he was wearing a lightweight bulletproof vest under his suit, nor did anyone know that his cell phone was always in real-time communication with the security captain.

The speaker on stage spoke passionately about environmental protection and responsibility, but as Zhao Hongtu listened, the smile on his lips gradually faded.