Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"What do you want to say?" Wei Donghai asked in a deep voice.

"I would say that one 'accident' could still be considered an accident. But two such incidents happening in such a short period of time... I can't help but suspect that there's more to the story."

Gao Tianyou took a deep breath. "Chairman, since there are already people in the world with abilities like Xu Suyuan who can walk through walls and Chen Guohua who has superhuman strength, what if Han Xiao's ability is related to 'strength' or 'movement trajectory'?"

He made a grasping motion in the air: "He can make bullets curve in the dismantling yard, and make Iron Hand fly out like a piece of paper. So, is it difficult for him to apply a little lateral force to the tires of a car traveling at high speed, or to give Wu Guodong a forward thrust while he's walking?"

The air in the office seemed to freeze.

Wei Zi'ang stood to the side, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Although he gradually began to take over the family business, he still felt a deep-seated fear of this supernatural hunting method.

According to Gao Tianyou's analysis, as long as Han Xiao is willing, he can create countless "reasonable and legal" ways to die anytime, anywhere.

Choking to death while drinking water, slipping and falling while walking, being killed by falling objects from a height...

Hard to guard against.

"...I reasonably suspect that Han Xiao is dissecting the Wei Group piecemeal. I could very well be next on the list."

Gao Tianyou pointed to himself. As the direct planner of the car accident half a year ago, he knew very well how much hatred Han Xiao held for him.

"And the ultimate goal..." Gao Tianyou didn't finish his sentence.

Wei Donghai understood, of course.

He is the source of all this, the ultimate boss.

"He wants me to die in an accident?" Wei Donghai suddenly laughed, a smile with a chilling ferocity. "Fine, very well. In my life, I, Wei Donghai, have fought against people, against officials, but I've never fought against 'God'."

"Tianyou, since you saw through me, you're not here to persuade me to write a will, are you?"

"Of course not."

A ruthless glint flashed in Gao Tianyou's eyes, an instinct born from a professional killer. "Conventional security measures can't stop Xu Suyuan, who can walk through walls, nor can they stop Han Xiao, who can create accidents. Passive defense only leads to death."

"Therefore, we must take the initiative."

Gao Tianyou stepped forward: "Don't they want revenge? Their weakness is hatred, which is also the most deadly bait for them."

"Since I'm very likely to be the next target, let's use me as bait."

"Faced with traps and absolute power, even a god would be skinned alive!"

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The basement of District 8, Dawn City.

"...The investigation into 'Chenxi Biomedical' for allegedly illegally restricting personal freedom is still ongoing, and the police have sealed off its related premises in accordance with the law..."

"...Regarding the fatal fall that occurred in Bihai Yuntian Community Park, the police have issued a statement. The deceased, Wu, suffered a sudden physical discomfort and accidentally fell while leaning against the railing..."

"The police have ruled it an accidental fall." Xu Suyuan's voice was filled with the satisfaction of a successful revenge. "That old bastard is dead, and we weren't implicated."

"This shows that this 'accident' mode works," Han Xiao said. "Your control is much more precise than before. That momentary restraint in the park was just right, without alerting anyone around. That's the rhythm we need."

Xu Suyuan put down her tablet and looked at the wall.

The place was covered with photos of enemies, and now, there's another bright red cross on it.

"Who's next?" she asked, the dark silver flames in her eyes flickering once more.

Han Xiao stood up, walked to the wall, and his finger moved past the outer henchmen, finally stopping on a photograph.

The person in the photo is wearing a dark suit, with a sinister look in his eyes and a faint, cold smile on his lips.

"Gao Tianyou".

Han Xiao gritted his teeth as he read the name aloud, "The deputy head of the security department of the Wei Group, and also the dirtiest knife in Wei Donghai's hands."

"Was he the one who orchestrated that car accident?" Xu Suyuan stared at the photo.

"Not only that." Han Xiao took a deep breath, calming the killing intent in his chest. "This person is extremely cunning and extremely afraid of death. Before I awakened my abilities, I twice tried to ambush him in the dead of night, hoping to die together with him."

"But every time, I didn't even get close enough to touch the hem of his clothes before he spotted me with his hidden sentries. If I hadn't run fast, I would have been dead by him long ago."

He turned around, looked at Xu Suyuan, and said seriously, "Killing him is a hundred times harder than killing a fool like Wu Guodong. He always has at least four henchmen with him, and anyone who wants to get close to him must undergo strict screening."

"Then how do we kill him?"

"Habit." Han Xiao pulled a hand-drawn architectural plan from the table and spread it out.

"Although Gao Tianyou is cunning, he is an extremely self-disciplined and martial man. On the surface, he is the deputy minister of the security department, but in reality, he controls most of the Wei Group's gray armed forces. His headquarters is the 'Strong Era Fighting and Fitness Club' on the top floor of the Jin Mao Tower in the city center."

Han Xiao drew a circle on the map along a narrow passage.

"Every Wednesday and Friday at 8 pm, without fail, he goes there to practice boxing. The main entrance of the Jin Mao Tower requires passing through this pedestrian passage about 20 meters long. On both sides are eight-story commercial and residential buildings, and the middle is only three meters wide, a typical 'narrow passage' terrain. Cars can't get in, so he has to get out of the car and walk through."

"This will be his final resting place."

……

Wednesday, 7:50 p.m.

At dawn in the city center, the Jin Mao Tower is brightly lit, resembling a giant pillar of light piercing the sky.

Next to it, the two eight-story commercial and residential buildings looked much dimmer, like dwarfs huddled at the feet of a giant.

The night wind was strong, howling through the gaps between the buildings and making a strange, mournful sound.

On the rooftop of one of the commercial and residential buildings, Han Xiao and Xu Suyuan lay on the edge of the parapet, looking down at the narrow passage below.

"Wind speed level 5, gusts level 6, direction southeast," Han Xiao said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on a terracotta potted plant on the edge of the rooftop of the building opposite.

It was a potted cactus, and the pot itself weighed at least twenty pounds.

Han Xiao had already placed an inconspicuous pebble at the bottom of the basin, putting it in a delicate balance—it would fall over with just a gentle push or a strong gust of wind.

"They're here," Xu Suyuan whispered a reminder.

A black Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly pulled up to a stop at the entrance of the passageway.

The car door opened, and four burly attendants stepped out first, cautiously scanning their surroundings.

Then, the back door opened, and a man wearing a tracksuit and a hat got out.