Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Fang Zhizhong sat up abruptly, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

"Uncle Wei, stop the car!"

Startled by his shout, Lao Wei instinctively slammed on the brakes.

The minivan slowed down suddenly on the highway, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground.

"Mr. Fang, what's wrong?"

"Turn around! Head back to Shanyang!"

Fang Zhizhong's voice carried a kind of fear that even he himself hadn't expected.

"Turn around quickly!"

Although Lao Wei was confused, he still turned the steering wheel to prepare to make a U-turn.

However, there are median strips on the highway, so it's impossible to make a U-turn directly.

"Exit from the front! Quickly!"

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Fang Zhizhong's voice began to tremble.

His intuition was screaming.

That was a survival instinct he had developed over more than 20 years of navigating the treacherous waters of officialdom.

Something is chasing him.

No.

She's already pursuing him.

Old Wei drove the car to the nearest exit ramp, exited the highway, and turned onto a county road.

The headlights illuminated the bumpy road ahead, with vast stretches of farmland and scattered houses on both sides.

"Keep driving! Don't stop! Take the back roads! Go to the neighboring city!"

Fang Zhizhong spoke while glancing back.

It was pitch black outside the rear window of the car; I couldn't see anything.

Old Wei also got nervous, stepped on the gas, and the van accelerated, bumping along the county road.

"Mr. Fang, are there any cars behind us? I can't see them."

"Don't worry about cars! Just fucking speed up!"

Fang Zhizhong became anxious, his tone both fierce and flustered.

The van was traveling at nearly 120 kilometers per hour on the county road, its chassis rattling and clanging from the bumpy surface.

Fang Zhizhong's heart pounded along with the car, and various imagined scenes kept flashing through his mind.

The scene shows Li Su killing someone in the hospital.

The footage shows Li Su committing murder at the research center.

The image shows Chen Hui's body being crumpled into a ball of flesh.

Every scene sent chills down his spine.

He closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself not to think about it.

But those images are etched into my mind like a brand, and I can't shake them off no matter what.

Then he felt it.

An invisible, heavy, and cold force pressed down from directly above.

The metal sheet on the roof of the vehicle began to dent inwards.

The car window glass was covered with numerous cracks.

Old Wei screamed and jerked the steering wheel, causing the car to veer out of control and plunge into the roadside ditch.

The vehicle flipped halfway and overturned on its side on the ridge of the field.

Fang Zhizhong was thrown against the car window, his forehead was cut open, and blood smeared half of his face.

He struggled to climb out of the car window, but one of his legs got stuck in the deformed seat, and he trembled with pain.

He looked up at the sky.

The autumn night sky was clear, and the moon was bright.

A woman floated twenty meters above the ground, her long hair fluttering in the night wind, and the hem of her black trench coat billowing like wings.

She was holding a silver-gray metal box in her arms.

Li Su.

She really did come after me!

Fang Zhizhong's mind went blank.

He wanted to shout, to beg for mercy, to run away.

But his legs were stuck, and his throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, so he couldn't utter a single word.

Li Su slowly descended, landing at a height of three meters above the ground.

She did not speak.

She just looked down at him.

Those eyes shone frighteningly bright in the moonlight, like two drawn swords.

"Fang Zhizhong, you can't escape."

Fang Zhizhong finally regained his voice.

"Li Su! Listen to me! I have no grudge against you! I'm just a nominee shareholder! The real boss is Zhou Zhengde! He's the mayor of Shanyang City! If you want revenge, you should go find him! I haven't spilled your child's blood! Let me go!"

He begged for mercy incoherently, tears and snot streaming down his face along with the blood from his forehead.

"Zhou Zhengde? I won't let him get away with this either!"

"But every penny of profit you receive is scraped from the lives of those children."

"You said your hands have never been stained with blood."

"So how did those numbers in your bank account get so big?"

Fang Zhizhong opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but no sound came out.

Because every word Li Su said was true.

He did not kill those children with his own hands.

But every signature he made, every stamp he affixed, every account he transferred was like a knife, stabbing those children.

He is the murderer.

He can't escape.

"I know I deserve to die!"

Fang Zhizhong suddenly shouted out at the top of his lungs.

"But even if you kill me, Zhou Zhengde is still alive! And there are many more people living behind the scenes! You can't kill them all! You'll never kill them all! There are dozens of people in this whole chain, how many can you kill by yourself?!"

Li Su remained silent.

She looked down at the metal box in her arms.

The moonlight fell on the box, giving it a cold, gleaming appearance.

"Kill as many as you can."

Her voice was colder than the night wind.

The next second, psychic power surged in from all directions.

Fang Zhizhong's body was pulled out of the car by a tremendous force.

The trapped leg was forcibly torn off, and the sound of bones shattering was exceptionally clear in the night.

He let out a scream that was not human.

Li Su did not give him a second chance to scream.

Compressed by telekinesis.

Fang Zhizhong's body resembled a dark red flower, blooming in the moonlight.

A few seconds later, everything fell silent.

All that remained on the ridge was a pile of scattered remains and a dark patch of mud that had seeped into the soil.

Old Wei was huddled in the driver's seat, his whole body shaking so badly he couldn't even grip the steering wheel.

Li Su glanced at him.

The people around Fang Zhizhong.

The power of thought surged over.

The shaking in the driver's seat stopped.

Li Su, holding the box, rose back into the night sky.

First.

There are three more.

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At midnight, Qian Shoucheng was at a private estate in the northern suburbs of Changning City.

This estate is an asset registered under his ex-wife's name.

He had anticipated this day might come, so he had converted the place into a temporary shelter in advance.

The two floors above ground are decorated like a typical country villa.

The third basement level is a reinforced safe house with an independent power generation system, air filtration system, storage room, communication room, and even a tunnel leading to a small hill 500 meters away.

He sat in the communications room of the safe house, a cigar between his fingers, with five cell phones in front of him.

One of the mobile phones is used to contact the custodian bank for the overseas account.

One of the cell phones was used to contact a broker in the Northern Plains Federation.

One of the cell phones was used to contact the smugglers in the south.

One cell phone was used to contact his men in the city.

He also had a cell phone, which was his last resort.

Qian Shoucheng took a deep drag on his cigar and exhaled the smoke into the ventilation vent above his head.

"Damn it. Chen Hui is such a useless piece of trash, he can't even handle a woman."

He cursed and picked up his phone to contact the smuggler.

When will the ship arrive?

The sound on the other end of the phone was very noisy, like a sea breeze blowing.

"Mr. Qian, the earliest we can do this is 4 a.m. tomorrow. We'll dock and stop for 20 minutes after that. We won't wait for you if you're late."

"It's too late. Can we go earlier?"

"No. Things are very tense lately, and the higher-ups are cracking down hard. I'm already being very generous by arranging a boat for you."

Qian Shoucheng hung up the phone, cursing under his breath.

Tomorrow morning at four o'clock.

There are still more than three hours left.

He could only wait.