The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

The official version of the prince's story is going viral.

Of course, in this version, the story begins with the prince smuggling himself to Taiwan, joining the Five Lakes Gang to engage in illegal and criminal activities, and ultimately dying in a gangland shootout.

This is the first time the Crown Prince's story has been fully revealed, and also the first time his photograph has been fully published.

This photo also shows just how mysterious the Crown Prince's daily activities are.

The accompanying photo was actually a side profile shot of the prince when he used to run a takoyaki stall.

Whatever the news broadcast, that's what everyone watches; everyone is discussing the story of the crown prince.

However, some observant people noticed something amiss: the report deliberately omitted mentioning the prince's mainland Chinese identity.

This is baffling.

Since the media has already characterized the Crown Prince as a violent criminal, there is no reason for them to give up this opportunity to make an issue of his identity.

There was no follow-up to this matter, and it naturally came to nothing.

However, some observant people realized something.

That is, the higher authorities did not take any action regarding the subsequent handling of the Wuhu Group and related gang-related incidents.

This is clearly the more baffling thing.

After all, the allocation of these huge amounts of industrial assets must be addressed.

With the authorities remaining silent, no one dared to take any action, except for Huang Zhiyi, who was making bold and decisive moves.

It wasn't until the information from Wuhu Group was released that everyone belatedly realized the problem.

Huang Zhiyu officially became the acting president.

The word "agent" is easy to understand; in fact, anyone who rises to power inevitably has to be referred to as an agent before they can do so.

Even if the crown prince takes over the group again, he will only be acting in name.

He just doesn't bother to mention it, and others don't care either.

The moment Huang Zhiyu, dressed in a black suit, stood once again atop the Wuhu Group building to announce the news.

This information spread within the business community.

Everyone belatedly realized something.

It's not that the higher-ups didn't take action; it's that Huang Zhiyu's actions were actions taken by the higher-ups.

At this moment, everyone realized that Huang Zhiyu's killing of the Crown Prince was clearly an act of "obedience".

Looking at the photos circulating on social media of the acting president's inauguration ceremony, the 178cm tall, cold-faced woman stood on the high platform with an extremely imposing presence.

Unrivaled in popularity.

Many people felt a pang of jealousy.

But that wasn't all. After announcing the inauguration ceremony, she also announced another piece of news.

She wants to run for elected representative again.

Everyone thinks this is a foolish move. You're running for elected representative at this time? Don't you even look at your own public opinion?

You've become the biggest villain!

But as the number of votes soared, some people gradually realized what was going on.

I put down my phone and sighed.

Politics, business, and organized crime.

Huang Zhiyu is now unstoppable.

...

Three more days passed.

The prince's funeral was held as scheduled.

The person who organized this funeral was Ms. Xu, the owner of the Yewei Bar, and it wasn't officially a funeral for the Crown Prince.

It was to hold a funeral for his cousin, Xu Xiaoyuan.

All employees of the Five Lakes Group were present, which brings us to the internal workings of the Five Lakes Group.

The Five Lakes Group is filled with a large number of former gangsters, and they were the ones who reacted most violently to the Crown Prince's death.

At this point, if anyone were to start a fire, these guys could go out and disrupt the peace.

The only solution that can guarantee their stability is for Huang Zhiyu to return as president.

Because there is precedent for this.

The last time the "Crown Prince died, and the Young Lady became CEO" story ended up being that the Crown Prince didn't actually die; he had actually returned to the mainland.

So when Huang Zhiyu took over, things actually calmed down within the Wuhu Group, and not much sadness could be seen on people's faces.

I just felt that this was the Crown Prince's plan.

But the Five Lakes Group wasn't the only one involved in the funeral; many members of the public also came after hearing the news.

Spontaneous commemoration and mass marches are going too far; Lu Yuan is essentially just a gangster boss.

There are memorable aspects, but it's not quite that significant.

Some of these people had received favors or had connections with others, such as the vendors at the Ximending Night Market.

A larger portion of the crowd were simply there to watch the spectacle.

What kind of excitement are you watching?

"Bitch!"

"Nausea."

"Bad seed."

"You bastard."

The outermost crowd was shouting insults.

In the Wuhu Gang cemetery in the suburbs.

Huang Zhiyu stared blankly at the words "Crown Prince" engraved on the tombstone. The tombstone next to the Crown Prince's was that of A-Qiang.

She stood alone at the front, with the Five Lakes Gang's underlings behind her, and then a dense crowd of people hurling insults at her.

She didn't say anything.

Instead, he silently repeated the insults he heard:

"Nausea."

"Bad seed."

"You bastard."

Huang Zhiyu cursed viciously at the tombstone, as if the insults would be easier to swallow and then come out of his mouth.

What she probably didn't know was that the crowd behind her was filled with more than just insults.

And there was a pair of eyes filled with hatred.

...

Wu Yazai looked at Huang Zhiyu in the distance from the crowd.

I watched as she bowed before the tombstone, and then, escorted, she stepped through the crowd and gradually left.

Her sharp gaze was so aloof, as if there was a barrier between her and the people around her.

Just like four days ago, Huang Zhiyu stomped her head into the ground.

But Wu Yazi didn't come here because of this. From childhood to adulthood, he had been stepped on on the head countless times.

He took a deep breath, looked at the densely packed bodyguards, and then touched the homemade gun in his hand.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to go up and fire.

At such a distance, with so many bodyguards, I simply couldn't get close enough to reach them and achieve effective firing range.

He spat on the ground, pushed through the crowd to the tombstone, took out two bundles of paper money and burned them in front of the tombstone, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"Dad, I've taken your money, so I'll definitely do it for you."

On the day Wu Yazi's biological father died, he might not even go up to kowtow.

He truly treated the Crown Prince like his own father, kowtowing to him, because even his own father had never given him this much money.

After kowtowing, Wu Yazi rode his secondhand motorcycle and sped off, catching up with Huang Zhiyu's convoy at the entrance to the mountain road.

He's been following him like this for two days now.

They were waiting for a chance to strike and kill.

But it seems he really got what he was waiting for today.

At a fork in the road, the third car in the convoy suddenly broke away from the convoy.

Logically speaking, Huang Zhiyu should have been in the lead car, but Wu Yazai keenly felt that Huang Zhiyu was the one in that car.

He twisted the accelerator and followed.

We arrived at a sanatorium in the suburbs, a place where there were hardly any people for kilometers around.

Wu Yazai watched the van drive into the sanatorium's courtyard. He cautiously did not stop, but instead pretended to go back to a farmer's house in a nearby village. After finding the village, he threw the motorcycle into the field, stole a ladder from a yard, and carried the ladder on his four-kilometer walk back to the sanatorium.

Then, after registering with the security guard, I carried the ladder and walked in openly.

He never considered leaving alive when he came in.

Finding Huang Zhiyu is easy; just look for the floor with bodyguards.

He searched around twice but couldn't find it, but he was still very happy.

Fortunately, Huang Zhiyu's bodyguards did not enter the building.

To make matters worse, he overheard Huang Zhiyu's voice as he passed by a hospital ward.

He would never forget that woman's cold voice.

He put the ladder aside and patted his pockets.

He pointed at the door and muttered to himself, "Dad, please watch over me from heaven."

He kicked the door open and almost instantly grabbed a gun, aiming it at the figure in front of him.

It's worth mentioning that Wu Yazi rarely used a gun because he was poor.

His gangster struggles were still at the point where he had to borrow money to buy a baseball bat.

At most, he imagined the big tree as Huang Zhiyi's head.

He was using a homemade gun that required reloading after each shot, which meant he had aiming anxiety.

If this shot misses or hits the wrong person, we're doomed.

So at the moment he was about to pull the trigger, he hesitated, his adrenaline surging and his tension running high as he tried to make out the face in front of him.

Fortunately, it was that moment of hesitation.

This allowed him to see the situation clearly.

The woman, who seemed to be on high above, knelt on the ground.

There was another person in the room, whose figure was obscured, and whose body was wrapped up like a large rice dumpling.

The only visible part is the male-specific features.

Because of the three urgent needs of human beings, it seems he was urinating.

His target this time was someone who was helping a patient with excretion.

Wu Yazi, whose brain has never been very sharp, suddenly had a flash of inspiration at that moment.

He threw the gun on the ground and suddenly knelt down.

He called out to the rice dumpling on the bed, "Dad."

He called out to Huang Zhiyu, who was kneeling on the ground, "Mom."