The problem was, once he took this path, there was no turning back. Although he now possessed some minor power, he was still troubled. He didn’t want to embark on a path of killing or being killed; it was too exhausting, and he didn’t like it. He went through the sequence of events again, from being half-kidnapped to the Lan family, to the mad old man Lan Suoluo’s attempt to secure his daughter’s happiness by offering all his wealth in exchange for a few days of his time, the dispute between Lan Jianren and his father over the inheritance, his assault, and the aftermath at the Lan family as told by Xu Xiaoman. He roughly understood the bizarre sequence of events leading to his current situation.
Subsequently, Lan Jianren, driven by greed for the family fortune, harbored murderous intent. However, in a moment of carelessness, he was struck on the face with a brick by a despicable butler named Ah San, leading to his current predicament. Despite this, Lin Feng’s doubts remained unresolved. Setting aside the mad old man Lan Siluo’s sudden decision to transfer his billions in assets, and disregarding Lan Jianren’s irrational fury over money which led him to contemplate murder, there were still many mysteries. Why did the Lan family keep over a hundred black-clad assassins and a female superhuman who was willing to serve as a watchdog? What was the purpose behind such a formidable force? Even if the Lan family was wealthy enough to rival a nation, which affluent family in this land of Shenzhou would dare to openly possess such a powerful private army? Let alone the audacity of the female assassin and the butler Ah San, who dared to commit murder in broad daylight in front of dozens of armed special police. Moreover, Lin Feng had personally witnessed these cold-blooded individuals, including the flamboyant female assassin, speaking Japanese when they were lurking in ambush. Lin Feng speculated that there must be some dark secret behind the Lan family. Otherwise, with the Lan family’s influence and Lan Jianren’s image as an upstanding businessman in the city, why would they keep so many cold-blooded killers? Was it just to deal with him, Lin Feng? Lan Jianren’s bizarre actions couldn’t possibly be just for dealing with Lin Feng. Lin Feng had a clear understanding of the situation. His reasoning was simple: first, the mad old man Lan Siluo’s decision to transfer his assets was a spur-of-the-moment whim; before that, Lin Feng was just an insignificant figure to Lan Jianren, not worth the effort of assembling a large group of killers in advance; second, even if Lan Jianren was planning for long-term benefits and wanted to eliminate any potential threats, he could have done so more discreetly and easily outside the Lan estate. Moreover, according to Lan Siluo’s words, Lan Yu, who appeared out of nowhere, had only three months to live. Given Lan Jianren’s position and resources within the Lan family, he must have been aware of this. Although the billions in assets were substantial, having waited so long, would he be unable to wait three more months? If he couldn’t wait, wouldn’t it be more secure to simply make his half-sister disappear? Had he not considered that if Lan Yu was indeed conspiring with outsiders to deceive Lan Siluo into transferring the assets, eliminating an insignificant figure like himself would not prevent Lan Yu from finding others to continue the deception? After all, if Lan Siluo could transfer the assets to him, why not to someone else? In the logic of the mad old man, as long as his daughter could enjoy her remaining three months, who got the money was irrelevant. Given these considerations, Lan Jianren’s actions were highly suspicious. Lin Feng also had sufficient reason to believe that the Lan family’s deployable private forces were far more than what was shown that day. Lan Siluo’s personal lawyer, Cai Zhenhuan, was still trying to contact him, which was like holding a ticking time bomb that could harm him. Therefore, upon confirming this message, Lin Feng felt not the slightest joy but rather wished to beat Cai Zhenhuan into senility. Fortunately, Xu Xiaoman mentioned that the current hospital belonged to the military, and his room was a special care unit with dedicated security, making it difficult for ordinary people to enter. Xu Xiaoman’s arrangements were very cautious; she seemed to know some secrets. However, these were not his immediate concerns. Now that he was inexplicably entangled with the Lan family, his first priority was to convince the brainless Chairman Lan Jianren that he had no interest in their billions. Although the money was substantial, it was hot to the touch. One must live to enjoy wealth, and that was the true kingly way. Being a fleeting god of wealth, such business was best avoided. Even the usual butler Ah San, in a moment of desperation, dared to attack him with a brick; if not for the mysterious treasure within him, he wouldn’t be lying in bed so comfortably now. Lin Feng felt it necessary to reflect on this experience, as it was the most severe injury he had sustained since possessing the magical treasure. The last time he faced the inhuman old witch in Yushan, despite the vast disparity in strength and numerous encumbrances, he hadn’t been in such dire straits. What exactly did the female assassin beside Lan Jianren use? Was it just the “Startling Spirit Sting”? Clearly, she had planned this series of attacks in advance. How did she hide in such a way that neither Xu Xiaoman nor her fully armed colleagues noticed, and even managed to deceive the surveillance of the magical treasure inside him? Her speed when attacking was not much less than his own, despite his swift boots. Clearly, she was an extraordinary superhuman, yet she willingly served Lan Jianren, a mere mortal! It seemed the Lan family’s hidden strength was indeed formidable. At that time, seeing Lan Siluo fall, he also had the same dizzy halo above his head. How did the head of the Lan family also fall victim to the female assassin’s “Startling Spirit Sting”? Was Lan Jianren, realizing he couldn’t stop his father’s transfer of billions, driven mad enough to contemplate patricide for the inheritance? The female assassin’s timing was so precise; she struck just as Lan Siluo was forcing him to sign, using a brick instead of her deadly steel needles, clearly with the intent to frame him.
