Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The dark figure downstairs is getting closer and closer.

Tang Ming could clearly see him raise his head and glance towards the top floor.

Even though they were dozens of floors apart, Tang Ming couldn't help but take a step back.

He seemed to see Song Chao's scarlet eyes, filled with hatred that could burn a person to ashes.

"Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Tang Ming paced back and forth anxiously, constantly checking his watch.

Ten minutes have passed.

Why haven't Special Envoy Zhou's men arrived yet?

He picked up the phone to call and urge them, but just as he picked up the receiver, he heard two muffled thuds outside the office door.

It looked like someone had fallen heavily to the ground.

Tang Ming and Zhang Jinshan's expressions changed simultaneously.

"Who?"

Zhang Jinshan mustered his courage and shouted.

There was no response from outside the door.

Only light footsteps could be heard as they walked down the corridor toward the office.

The footsteps were steady, each step feeling like they were pounding on their hearts.

"Impossible...it can't be this fast..."

Tang Ming was so frightened that he trembled all over and instinctively hid behind the desk.

It's impossible for Special Envoy Zhou's men to arrive so quickly.

And they will call ahead to let us know when they arrive.

The person outside the door could only be from the Song Dynasty.

"How did he get up here? Where are the security guards downstairs?" Zhang Jinshan's voice was trembling with tears.

He personally arranged the security system for the entire Cloud Tower. There were more than a dozen security guards downstairs, and each floor's elevator entrance had access control; without a key card, you couldn't get up at all.

How could the Song Dynasty have reached its peak so quietly?

What they didn't know was that Song Chao had already eliminated the security personnel along the way.

The batons and rubber bullets in the hands of those security guards were not even enough to tickle him.

All access locks can be opened simply by manipulating the bloodstains inside the lock cylinder.

He walked unimpeded to the door of the top-floor office.

The office door was a thick bulletproof door, locked tightly.

Song Chao stood at the door and raised his eyes.

He could clearly feel the blood rushing wildly in the two people behind the door, their hearts pounding like drums.

The smell of fear wafted through the thick door, which made him feel particularly pleased.

He raised his hand and gently pressed it on the door.

The droplets of blood from his fingertips slowly seeped into the cracks of the metal door panel.

The next second, the heavy bulletproof door seemed to be hit by an invisible force, making a dull thud.

The latch broke off completely.

The door slowly opened inwards.

Song Chao stood at the door, his black coat spotless except for a few bloodstains on the cuffs.

His gaze swept over the two people in the office who were terrified, and finally landed on Tang Ming's face.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Song Dynasty! Don't come any closer!"

Tang Ming was so frightened that his legs went weak. He reached into the drawer, pulled out a pistol, and pointed it at Song Chao with trembling hands.

"I'm warning you! Special Envoy Zhou's men are arriving soon! You can still surrender now! Otherwise, you'll surely die when they get here!"

The Song Dynasty remained silent.

He stepped into the office and closed the door behind him.

With a click, the latch went into the door frame.

It blocked out all outside sounds.

Zhang Jinshan knelt down on the ground with a "plop" and kept kowtowing to Song Chao, his forehead hitting the floor with a thud.

"Song Chao! I was wrong! I'm so sorry! Tang Ming made me do it all! He's the one who made me find you to be the scapegoat! He's the one who made me arrange for people to beat you up! He's the one who made me forge the inventory slips! He forced me to do everything! Please let me go! I'll testify for you! I'll help you overturn your case! I'll give you whatever money you want!"

He lay on the floor like a dog, defecating and urinating, filling the entire office with a foul stench.

Song Chao's gaze fell on his face, without any emotional fluctuation.

He remembered this person.

He slipped 30,000 yuan to himself, saying it was a bonus from Boss Zhang.

He told everyone at the construction site that he had stolen the steel bars and betrayed his own side.

It was he who colluded with Lao Zhou to smear him with all the dirty water.

Song Chao raised a finger.

Zhang Jinshan's voice abruptly stopped.

He suddenly widened his eyes, grabbed his own neck with both hands, and made a series of hoarse sounds.

He could feel his blood rushing wildly to his head, his veins about to burst.

"You...you..."

He wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out.

Song Chao gently clenched his fist.

Zhang Jinshan's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Red and white splattered all over the ground, splashing Tang Ming's face with it.

Tang Ming screamed in fright, repeatedly pulling the trigger of his gun.

Bullets flew toward the Song Dynasty one after another.

Song Chao raised his hand.

A blood shield instantly materialized in mid-air.

All the bullets hit the blood shield, embedded themselves in it, and disappeared.

Even after emptying an entire magazine, Song Chao didn't even flinch.

Tang Ming was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his pistol falling to the side.

He was terrified as Song Chao approached step by step, and begged for mercy incoherently.

"Song Dynasty! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'll give you anything you want! Money! House! Car! I'll give it all to you! I'll give Yuan Qiao back to you! I'll give Niu Niu back to you too! I won't fight you for it! I'll never cause you any more trouble again!"

"I know I've wronged you! I shouldn't have stolen your wife! I shouldn't have made you raise my child! I shouldn't have made you a scapegoat! I'll make it up to you! I'll give you a hundred million! No! Two hundred million! Please let me go!"

Song Chao stopped in front of him, looking down at his disheveled appearance.

His face was expressionless.

This is the person.

Three years ago, someone was arranged to damage his body, ensuring he would never be able to have children of his own.

This is the person.

The scheme led him to marry Yuan Qiao and made him willingly help raise her daughter for three years.

This is the person.

They wanted to make him a scapegoat, hoping he would spend three years in prison while they themselves made hundreds of millions in profits and lived a carefree life.

Three years of deception, three years of humiliation, three years of living like a dog—all thanks to this man.

"When you hit me back then, why didn't you think about this day?"

Song Chao's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"When you arranged for Yuan Qiao to marry me, why didn't you think about today?"

"When you made me the scapegoat, why didn't you think about today?"

With each question he asked, Tang Ming's face paled a little more.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please forgive me! I'll never do it again!"

Tang Ming cried his eyes out, his previous haughty demeanor completely gone.

Looking at his face, Song Chao felt disgusted.

He recalled how happy he was when he knelt downstairs at Yuan Qiao's place three years ago, clutching a ring and begging her to marry him.

He recalled how excited he was when Niu Niu first called him "Dad".

I remember how grounded he felt when he carried cement bags on the construction site, thinking about saving money for his family's renovation.

All the good things were a deception created by this person.

All hope was shattered by this person's own hands.

"Spare you?"