Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Conspiracy Begins

  "Director Li? That scallion? Throw him out. Wait, don't forget to send a gift to his father." Zhao Yimo smiled coldly, his words full of cruelty.

  It made everyone present feel a chill run down their spine as if a cold wind was blowing from behind them.

  "Yes!" A man wearing a black suit, with a sturdy build and an aura of coldness all over his body, walked out from the corner.

  Li Xiong's face turned pale as he took two steps back, his voice trembling with rage: "You dare!"

  The corner of his mouth slightly hooked up, he walked step by step towards Li Xiong who was still being arrogant, "Even if your old man came now, it's not necessarily that you can be saved."

  Li Xiong was like seeing the god of death slowly approaching him, his whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind, step by step retreating backwards. "You... don't come over." He really kicked an iron plate today. His father had warned him before that in City A, anyone could be provoked, except for the Zhao family. Although the Zhao family was only ranked fourth, their power far surpassed that of other families. Now he regretted it, his intestines were all green with regret.

  "You're so afraid of death, you should understand what you can't afford to mess with." Yan revealed a mocking smile.

  Li Xiong knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Zhao Yimo with all his might. A yellow liquid slowly flowed out from his crotch, and the area below him was already a wet mess. "Please spare me, I was wrong. I won't dare again. My dad only has one son..."

  Flame looked at Li Xiong with disdain, and the useless thing was so scared that he wet his pants.

  "Flames, aren't you going to make a move?" Zhao Yimo didn't even glance at Li Xiong on the ground. Since he dared to cause trouble in Bipo Haitian, he had to pay the corresponding price.

  Yan rushed forward and grabbed Li Xiong, dragging him outside.

  "Ah! Help...!" A mournful cry for help came from outside by Li Xiong.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, please continue to enjoy the following program. For any delay, please forgive us!" Zhao Yimo stood on the stage with a gentle smile, slightly nodding his head towards the audience below.

  The audience sat in fear, no one dared to utter a word.

  He adjusted his collar and slowly walked off the stage.

  The show is still going on, but the people below have lost interest in watching it. They watch numbly and applaud numbly, afraid of offending Zhao Yimo.

  Zhao Yimo walked over to their table and asked, "How was it? Was today's show pretty good?"

  "Mò, indeed worthy of being the leader of 'Mèi Yǐng'. You're really ruthless when it comes to getting things done." Liǔ Qīng Fēng said with a smile, giving a thumbs up.

  Lan Hanyun also nodded in agreement with a face full of praise.

  "Ink, I really like your style." Janice smiled elegantly, her blue eyes filled with admiration.

  She gazed at him with a thoughtful expression, understanding that this world was where the strong preyed on the weak. If she didn't become stronger, she would only be trampled under others' feet.

  Zhao Yimo picked up the wine glass on the table "Thank you all for your praise, come on, cheers. Hehe......" He smiled brightly, having such a group of friends he was really happy.

  The lights suddenly went out and the scene plunged into darkness. The guests on the spot were instantly confused, rushing quickly to the door.

  In the darkness, a faint silver light flashed by, and a black-clad man's dagger stabbed towards Lan Ruoxi.

  In a state of confusion, Lan Ruoxi only felt herself being pulled to the back by a powerful force, followed by a muffled grunt.

  "Bang!" The black-clad man was kicked far away. He knew his action had failed and hastily escaped in the chaos.

  The light suddenly turned on, and the bright light made people squint their eyes in discomfort.

  All I saw was the blue cloud blocking Lan Ruoxi's face, her pale face clutching a bleeding arm.

  Lan Ruoxue quickly flashed in front of him and excitedly cried out "Brother, you're injured?"

  Lan Huan Yun furrowed his brow, gently shaking his head. "It's nothing, just a cut on my arm." Blood flowed down from the uninjured palm of his hand, dripping onto the ground and forming small red blood flowers.

  Zhao Yimo's face was icy, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Still not going to call Yi Chang! And get someone to investigate, no matter what, we must find out who is behind this."

  "Yes!" The subordinate beside him hastily retreated.

  Before long, a handsome man wearing white casual attire walked over with a medical kit. He had a fox-like smile on his face. "Boss! What's the important matter?"

  "Yi Chang, wipe that sly smile off your face. Go and tend to Yun's wounds quickly." Zhao Yi Mo glared at him and ordered.

  Yi Chang smiled lazily and nodded, "Got it! My boss."

  He walked forward, opened the medicine box and took out scissors, carefully cutting open the clothes of Lanyun's injured place. A deep wound that could see the bone appeared before everyone.

  Lan Rou's face turned pale as she took a deep breath, and her heart ached with pain. Her mind was filled with self-blame and guilt, thinking that if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have gotten hurt either. "Brother! It's all my fault."

  "Don't be sad! As long as you're safe, that's all that matters." Lan Hanyun smiled and softly comforted her.

  Liu Qingfeng gently took her into his arms, "Xier, don't blame yourself, it's okay."

  Yi Chang took out a pill and handed it to Lan Huan Yun. "Yun, take this. I need to sew your wound, can you bear it?" He took out the needle and thread, and disinfected them with alcohol.

  Lan Hanyun took the medicine and swallowed it. He stretched out his bleeding arm. "Yi Chang, sew me up." He slowly closed his eyes.

  Yi Chang looked at him worriedly. "Alright!" He wiped away the blood on the surface of the wound and began to sew it up stitch by stitch.

  Lan Huan clenched her teeth and endured the deep, bone-piercing pain of the needle entering her flesh.

  Lan Ruo gazed at the needle as it pierced his flesh, just like it was piercing her own heart.

  "Bang!" A figure flew out several meters away, he got up, without wiping the blood from his mouth. "Boss, spare me."

  "Spare you? You still have the face to say spare you?" The man walked up to him, smiling coldly and kicked him hard. "I told you to go kill that little girl from the Blue family, but you... Are you trying to make me childless?"

  "Big brother, I really didn't do it on purpose, I didn't know the young master would block that girl. Spare me!" He kowtowed to the ground, desperately knocking his head, and fresh red blood flowed down from his forehead.

  He gave a cruel smile. "Fengye doesn't keep useless things around. Take him away!"

  "Yes!" The black-clad man beside him hastily stepped forward and dragged away the black-clad man on the ground.

  "Brother Niu, don't be angry!" Lin Qiong stepped forward and gently patted his back to comfort him.

  Zhou Han let out a cold snort. "Useless thing! You're better off dead." He grasped Lin Qiang's soft hands, his eyes warm beneath his glasses as he looked at her. "Qiang'er, you've suffered for so many years!"

  "It's worth it!" She shook her head, with a shy smile, and leaned into his arms.

  He gently patted her back, "Now the Blue family is under my control. As for that little girl from the Blue family, she needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."

  He gently pushed him away, looked up and asked: "How to solve it? Yun'er is so protective of her, and even got stabbed for her. Alas! How did I give birth to such an incompetent son?" Lin Qiong's face was full of regret.

  Zhou You raised a sinister smile, making his face even more terrifying. He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to her. "This contains the new medicine developed by Feng Ye, put it in her food."

  She took over the porcelain bottle and studied it carefully, looking up at him with a puzzled expression. "What effect does this medicine have?"

  "Mildly, one's personality changes; severely, one dies." The cold words came out of his mouth as if he were discussing the good weather today.

  "Oh! Hehe... Lán and Tián would never have thought that not only did the Lán family's property disappear, but his beloved daughter is also on the verge of death. Moreover, what makes him even more resentful is that Yúnér and Tóngér are not his biological children." She smiled gloomily, her words full of satisfaction.

  Zhou Rou's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she let out a sigh as she sat down in the chair beside her. "The only pity is that kid from the He family. I had originally planned to have him marry Tong'er. Who would have thought that he would take a liking to that little servant girl from the Lan family? Otherwise, I wouldn't have been willing to sacrifice this pawn either."

  Lin Qiong hastily stepped forward and proposed: "Brother Jin, isn't Yingying fond of Liu Qingfeng? Why don't you..."

  "Just mentioning this makes me angry, that little girl Yingying went to confess to him, but that kid didn't even bat an eye. If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't have sent someone to kill that little girl from the Lan family tonight." He heavily slapped the armrest of his chair.

  Lin Qiang sat on his lap, gently covering his face "Brother Jian, don't get angry over those small things. Once the girl from the Lan family dies, it's easy to comfort Liu Qingfeng and capture him at that time... Hehe..."

  He grasped her chin. "My Joanne still understands me!" He smiled sinisterly, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

  A conspiracy is underway...