Chapter 37: Fierce Beast Emerges from the Gate (Part 2)

  Thanks to War Soul Tattoo for the reward and update votes, although I couldn't get them...

  Thanks for the update vote from Youyou Baobao classmate too!

  There's only one chapter today because I have to work overtime tonight, sorry about that.

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  Inside the carriage, the air was momentarily still, as if one could hear the sound of a heartbeat. Zheng Jinhao, protected by his father, couldn't help but shiver at the words that had entered through the window, although he had only heard them once, they left an extremely deep impression in his memory.

  Because in the past few days, this person's voice has been echoing in my ears. Every time I think of it, I want to grab him and slap him in the face, asking if he dares to hang up the phone again, or dare to speak with that tone as if he is showing mercy by letting me off easy.

  But then, upon hearing it again, all those previous thoughts vanished, and the confusion of the entire night was resolved in this moment of sudden realization. Then, what welled up from the bottom of my heart was only a deep-seated fear as dark as the black night outside the window!

  An Junhe

  Ge Ge Ge Ge

  A faint rattling sound came, Zheng Yīng looked down at his trembling son in his arms, took a deep breath, and held him tightly to his chest. His not-so-broad chest seemed as thick as a mountain range, as if it could block all dangers. At the same time, he said in a low voice: "Please come in!"

  Zheng Jinhao grabbed his father's collar, "Dad... don't let him in..."

  "Shh——" He gently patted his son's back, with a faint bitter smile. What could he do if they didn't let them in? Outside the window, the shadowy figures in black had already surrounded the car, leaving no room for escape. In any case, they would have to meet, and rather than being dragged out, it was better to be magnanimous and see what the other side wanted.

  The car door opened, and the mountain wind swept in with rain, making the carriage suddenly cold. Then a figure emerged from the wind and rain and sat heavily opposite the father and son. The next moment, the door slammed shut, and at the same time, the driver was dragged out of his seat.

  The iron gate blocked the chill of the outside world, and the air conditioner in the car was also running, but for Zheng Yiyin and his son, there wasn't a hint of warmth. The person opposite them sat quietly, the dim light in the carriage making it impossible to see their face, but they could feel the indifferent gaze that swept over them, like a knife, sharp and icy.

  After a moment of silence, the person opposite stretched out his hand: "Director Zheng, hello. My name is An Junhe. Nice to meet you."

  His tone was calm and gentle, but Zheng Yīng didn't dare relax, her muscles stiff as she shook his hand, before asking in a low voice: "May I ask what brings you here?"

  "You should ask your son." An Junhe leaned back in his soft seat, turning his gaze to Zheng Jinhao's pale face: "Zheng Jinhao, what do you say?"

  Zheng Jinhao's lips trembled, his face filled with fear and panic, "I don't know you...... I don't know you......"

  "Haha..." An Junhe smiled, as if chatting with an old friend, and said to Zheng Yiting: "Before I came, I actually thought he was quite clever. Many people were manipulated by this behind-the-scenes black hand at will, and even the future of more than one person was almost completely ruined by him... Although his personality is a bit bad, I think having such a son, you can really be comforted. Unfortunately..."

  He shook his head, “...Now I'm a bit disappointed!”

  The calmer his tone, the more casual his movements, the greater and thicker the pressure he gave off. In Zheng Yining's eyes, the young man sitting opposite him was like an ocean before a storm, looking calm on the surface but possibly about to unleash a devastating tsunami at any moment.

  He lowered his head and stared blankly at his son, a bitter smile on his face. He had been afraid that his son would stir up trouble he couldn't control, which was why he had decided to keep him by his side. But it seemed he had still been too slow, for his son had already provoked someone he shouldn't have.

  Zheng Yiyang is not new to the world, having been in the entertainment industry for so many years. What kind of person hasn't he seen? The young man in front of him gives him a feeling that is extremely terrifying. In the past twenty years, only a handful of people have given him this feeling, and those people are all notorious for being ruthless, cruel, and heartless.

  He took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "No matter what Jin Huan has done, I want to ask you... to give him a chance. I can compensate you for anything... just please give him a chance."

  As he spoke, his lips trembled and a hint of pleading appeared on his face.

  "Opportunity..." An Junhe slightly lowered his head, placing his elbow on his knee and one hand under his chin, silently gazing at the two of them. After a moment, he chuckled to himself: "I gave him an opportunity once, apparently he didn't take it to heart... Hmm, Yuan Cheng, bring the person over."

  He beckoned with his hand and gave a brief order. Before long, a bloodied figure was dragged over, the car door was opened, and with a thud, he was thrown into the carriage.

  That man had been tortured to the point of being on his last breath, with wounds all over his body. Being thrown in heavily like that, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, only weak moans could be heard.

  An Junhe shone the light from his phone onto the person's face, and when their features became visible, Zheng Jinhao let out a sharp cry, kicking and punching the body near his feet like a madman, muttering indistinct words as he struggled to escape.

  He thoroughly collapsed, that was Lin Zhengyuan. Although he had prepared himself when he saw An Junhe, his heart filled with fear, but when he saw the person he hired appear in front of him in a state that seemed to be on the verge of death, the long-brewing fear still burst out of control.

  In a daze, he seemed to see that face replaced by his own appearance, as if he would also become that dying look, emitting a foul odor, rotting, and being gnawed by maggots until only a layer of white bones remained!

  Watching his son's frantic reaction, Zheng Yining felt that all his strength had been drained away at this moment. If he still had a little hope before, the scene in front of him was enough to make him understand that the person his son had provoked was not just someone simple, and it would be more appropriate to describe them as "sworn enemies".

  In his own impression, what would those who bring him a similarly terrible feeling do to their enemies?

  The answer is on the tip of one's tongue!

  An Junhe's eyes were cold and detached as he gazed at the limp Zheng Yiyang, the hysterical Zheng Jinhai. His mind was filled with an indescribable feeling. He had come into this car to say those words precisely to see this scene unfold. He would never let go of someone who wanted to harm him - even if they hadn't succeeded, attitude was everything; whoever pointed a knife at him was his enemy, and enemies were meant to be eliminated.

  Just let them die in confusion, it's really too kind, the most relieving way is to let fear gnaw away at their souls bit by bit, and finally collapse in despair, only then can his anger be alleviated.

  Such behavior may be somewhat barbaric and twisted, but the "An Junhe" that has been suppressed in his heart, in his dreams, is just such a ferocious and ruthless beast.

  No sympathy, no pity, only ruthlessness!

  He got off the bus quietly, and An Junhe stood up his collar to block the mountain wind and rain that was about to pour into his neck. The location of this mountain road was not too high or too low. From here, the tall buildings in Hancheng below were blurred by distance, only the lights were still clear, gathering together like a bright pearl standing in the darkness, emitting a weak but brilliant light, which even the rain couldn't block.

  Beside him, the blurry figures stood quietly at attention. He withdrew his gaze from afar and turned to walk towards the SUV behind him. A detached voice came: "Send them off!"

  Someone responded, and the people standing by immediately sprang into action, sweeping away the traces in an orderly manner. The pouring rainwater alleviated their work, and before long, these people boarded the vehicles one after another. The two SUVs remained stationary for a while before swiftly turning around and driving away.

  On the highway of Pan Mountain, a small car that had become dilapidated was left standing alone in its original place. After being hysterical for a long time, Zheng Jinhao finally regained a bit of clarity and saw that all the black-clad men were gone. He nervously looked around and trembled as he turned his head to ask: "D...dad...are they gone?"

  Zheng Yīng, slumped in his seat, weakly lifted his eyelids, opened his mouth, and was about to say something when a strong beam of light shone over from the front. He let out a bitter smile, "...... kid, don't be afraid......"

  Zheng Jinhao's eyes widened in shock as he turned around, and saw a massive steel beast with blinding headlights charging towards him from behind the dense rain curtain. In an instant, it enlarged in his pupils, followed by a deafening crash, his field of vision violently shaking and changing, one moment up, the next down. At some point, everything before his eyes turned into raging flames, a loud boom, then pain and endless darkness...

  On the SUV that had already driven a distance away, at the moment when the loud noise came, An Junhe silently turned his head back. In his line of sight, on the pitch-black mountain road, a sedan flashing with flames suddenly took off, rolling and falling down the mountain, disintegrating in mid-air, and finally exploding into a huge fireball!

  ……

  "Hmm..."

  In the midst of a violent gasp, Lin Xiujing suddenly opened her eyes, and then strong sunlight poured into her eyes, causing them to sting. She hastily raised her hand to block it out, but this sudden brightness also quickly dispelled the nightmare that had startled her awake.

  Breathing hastily, her head ached for no reason and felt dizzy, her stomach was churning with discomfort. But this wasn't the time to worry about that, she shielded her eyes from the sunlight, waiting for a while until she got used to the glare, before slowly lifting her throbbing head, cautiously scanning her surroundings.

  She lay on a bed, a simple and hard wooden bed, with white sheets that smelled of detergent. The window was right next to the bed, and the bright sunlight shone in, enveloping this small space, while outside this range, it was a narrow, slightly dark house, with speckled stains on the ceiling, and shadows and damp air in the corners.

  In the dimness, directly opposite the bed, a small square table was placed, with someone sitting on it back to her. Perhaps hearing her rapid breathing, the person turned around and smiled slightly: "Awake? You may have a bit of headache and nausea, but it's not too strong, just bear with it."

  The voice sounds familiar, it's...

  Lin Xiujing covered her dizzy head and thought for a while before finally confirming that it was An Junhe.

  This conclusion made her vigilance slightly relaxed, but many doubts emerged in her mind. Why did she fall asleep? And he was still standing beside her, as if waiting for her to wake up?

  Looking at this unfamiliar house, she shook her head in confusion: "I... where am I?"