140 A Thirty Million Bounty

Nearly two months had passed since the raid on the Kaihuang Sanatorium in Xuzhou by the "Super Quetzalcoatlus," and it seemed as though everyone had forgotten about the incident.

Except for the Yang family.

"Ah, ah, ah——!"

In a secluded room within the old Yang family estate, wails echoed out.

Every single day, the peace was shattered in this abrupt manner.

"Ying'er, Ying'er..."

Outside the room, Dugu Wenxian called out, her face streaming with tears. A moment later, she used the childhood nickname of the person inside, "Amo, Amo, it's alright. Just take an injection and you'll get a good sleep."

Thud, thud, thud...

At the end of the corridor, Yang Renshou, the head of the "Daxing Consortium," walked toward the door with a dark expression, and then said, "The people I secretly sent out to monitor the situation have also been wiped out. For now, it appears there is no room for reconciliation with the other party. Take the family and return to the Yang ancestral estate."

This place was not Yang Renshou's ancestral home; it was simply the place where he had risen to prominence as the head of the Yang family.

The ancestral home was located in a university town, where a scientific and industrial base still operated. Since manufacturing was still present there, it was not as comfortable to live in as the metropolitan wealthy districts.

However, the security level there was undoubtedly different.

"I'm sorry..."

Dugu Wenxian apologized to her husband once more.

"There is no need for that."

Patting Dugu Wenxian's arm and watching her leave, Yang Renshou finally led his men into the room. By this time, Yang Ying's legs could touch the floor, but he was acting as manic as a rabid dog. Upon seeing the intruders, Yang Ying roared, "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him—!"

Crack!!

A whip materialized in Yang Renshou's hand from out of nowhere, and he lashed it viciously across Yang Ying's face, cursing, "You useless piece of trash who can't achieve anything and only ruins things! What use do I have for you?!"

"Ah! Ah! Don't hit me! Don't hit me—!"

Yet, within a few strikes of the whip, Yang Renshou had beaten Yang Ying into a bloody mess. "You have brought disaster upon the Yang family! You wicked wretch, you are no longer worthy of being a member of the Yang family. Take him away!"

"Take him away? Take him where? Take him where?! Dad! Dad! Dad! I was wrong! I was wrong! I'll change, I'll change—!"

"Hmm?"

With a wave of Yang Renshou's hand, several men immediately gagged Yang Ying, followed by a sedative injection.

Twenty minutes later, a helicopter transported Yang Ying to the Sili Research Center of the "Kaihuang Group." After data matching, both the man and the equipment were dispatched to the Qiongya Satellite Launch Center. Yang Ying was no longer Yang Ying; he was simply a batch of research materials.

The screening out of many genetic hereditary diseases within the Yang family certainly required raw materials, and Yang Ying, that useless piece of trash, was perfectly suited for recycling.

Moreover, July was the "Kaihuang Group"'s turn to use the lunar far-side experimental base, and it would be a waste not to use him.

As for sons, Yang Renshou had plenty of them; he wouldn't miss one or two useless ones.

"Call Number Five over here."

"Yes."

When Yang Shiren came to see Yang Renshou, he could tell the eldest brother was in a very bad mood. Harboring a vague guess, he refrained from asking and instead said respectfully, "Eldest Brother, what are your instructions?"

"I've dealt with Yang Ying."

"Eldest Brother!"

"He was already broken; there was no point in trying to save him."

"Eldest Brother!" Yang Shiren's expression turned one of shock. Hesitating for a moment, he said, "Eldest Brother must ensure this is kept confidential, and absolutely not let Eldest Sister-in-law find out."

"And if she does find out?"

"Blame it on a medical accident, then stage an explosion. No, I'll have people prepare it tomorrow, just in case."

"Hmph, there's no need."

Yang Renshou waved his hand. "Get ready to swallow up the 'Cloud Pavilion'."

"Is there an opportunity?"

"Ever since the Japanese issued a bounty—seventeen million for Han Zitong, and thirty million for that bastard surnamed Li..."

"Understood, I'll arrange it."

"Does the Dugu family really think my money was that easy to take? Make arrangements to kill two of my brothers-in-law."

"Rest assured, Eldest Brother, I will handle it personally."

"Good."

Hearing Yang Shiren say this, Yang Renshou finally set his mind at ease. His original plan had been to wait until Han Zitong was found before making further moves.

However, Han Zitong remained completely untraceable, and the men sent to Jianye disappeared one after another. This development made Yang Renshou both panicked and resolute, though these two states were not contradictory.

He panicked because the opponent actually had the strength to systematically eliminate his secret surveillance personnel; he was resolute because there were no longer multiple choices left—only a fight to the finish.

Originally, he had thought it unnecessary to lock horns to the death with an orphan from an orphanage. Now that he knew the opponent was simply a "rabid dog," things had become much simpler.

A rabid dog only needed to be put down.

If a thirty million bounty wasn't enough, he would add another thirty million.

Meanwhile, Mr. Zhao Bajojiao—who had transitioned through every venue from "Victoria 01" to "Elizabeth 1024"—had long forgotten that his original name was Han Zitong.

Lately, using Chen Pi's membership card, he had thoroughly enjoyed "Buckingham Palace" over and over again, indulging in foot baths to the point of losing touch with reality, until Boss Li required a lumberjack to enter the mountains and clear a site. Only then did Mr. Zhao Bajojiao bid a lingering and reluctant farewell to his many "Victorias" and "Elizabeths."

One had to admit, those blonde-haired, big-busted foreign women were truly uninhibited when it came to having fun.

"What is this?"

"An all-terrain flogger. When the tracks aren't working well, it can walk on four legs. Cool, right? Doesn't it look like a mobile suit? From now on, you are the 'Mobile Suit Gao Daqiang.' Here is your hard hat, get to work in a hurry, Comrade Gao Daqiang!"

Looking at the tracked flogger modified by Li Jie, Han Zitong was speechless. The entire machine looked almost like a mecha.

Of course, it only looked like one; essentially, it was still just a logger.

On the hard hat, Boss Li's quirky sense of humor was blatantly obvious, marked with a stenciled character meaning "Strong."

"Get to work..."

Sighing, Han Zitong realized that entering "Buckingham Palace" was easy, but getting out was difficult.

Just as he was about to start working, Han Zitong suddenly remembered something: "Wait, don't leave yet. There's something I need to tell you."

"Spit it out if you have something to say."

Li Jie, who was just about to start testing the flight control system, had to pause his work.

He loved working; only while working did he experience immersive joy.

"Someone posted a bounty on the 'Dark Web.' Seventeen million for me, thirty million for you."

"How do you know?"

"I searched for it. Don't worry, I was just browsing. The bounty is scrolling as popup ads across various pornographic websites; normal people wouldn't understand it."

"You browse pornographic websites?!"

"..."

Han Zitong was utterly speechless. *No... I just told you all that, and your focus is on this?!*

*You have a thirty-million bounty on your head!*

As for himself, he had a new identity. As long as he didn't voluntarily remove the "silicone head," his cover wouldn't be blown.

Li Jie, on the other hand, was different. He acted as though he wanted to streak across a giant movie screen every single day; his face was plastered everywhere, making him as easy to track down as a fixed target.

Who knew? He might be in the middle of shooting a film when a missile dropped out of the sky.

Of course, the probability of that was extremely low; Jianye's air defense system was formidable, and it was impossible for anyone to casually drop a missile onto Li Jie's head.

However, assassination methods were legion, and the most convenient was undoubtedly sheer firepower dominance.

If nuclear bombs were a bit cheaper and smaller, they would be the ultimate assassination tool.

"Wow, not to sound like I'm criticizing you, but if you're getting up there in years and can't cut it anymore, just admit it. Are you afraid I won't reimburse you for some health supplements? We at the 'Red Star' value loyalty above all else. Your body getting old and failing to keep up is just a normal physiological phenomenon. Still, going to bathhouses to browse porn websites has a terrible impact on the club's image. Take note for next time, and don't pull these little tricks. If you can, you can; if you can't, you can't. There's no shame in it."

"I'll go fucking..."

Grumbling and cursing, Han Zitong couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on this beast. He slammed the hard hat onto his head, turned around, and said, "I emailed you the webpage screenshots. You can browse them anonymously. The bounty was posted by someone in Japan; my guess is it's the Yang family."

With a grave expression, Han Zitong didn't know how Li Jie planned to evade such a crude and violent method of suppression, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. If Li Jie happened to kick the bucket, then no one would ever know that Han Zitong was still alive.

Living under the radar with the identity of Zhao Bajojiao from now on didn't sound half bad either.

This life of constant killing and bloodshed truly couldn't compare to the carefree indulgence of "Buckingham Palace."

Stepping into the cab, Han Zitong—who had just been wearing a solemn expression—burst out cursing: "Damn lunatic! Is his brain actually filled with water?! Fuck your great-uncle!"

It wasn't that the cab environment was poor, but once he sat inside, Han Zitong discovered that the character meaning "Strong" on his hard hat actually lit up.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw it glowing with a brilliant "Strong"!

Han Zitong was once more convinced that Li Jie was a madman whose thought process was faulty by a factor of ten thousand.

Meanwhile, back in his office, Boss Li clicked directly on the email sent by Han Zitong. He wanted to see just what kind of pornographic website it was.

As for the thirty-million bounty...

*Sigh.*