"That's right, it's a high explosive bomb," Fang Jerry laughed heartily in the face of everyone's fear. "There are three in total here. Once detonated, not just you, but everyone within a few hundred meters of this building, will not survive."
After the silence, there were screams like thunder.
Fear, panic, collapse... people fled in all directions, including those initially calm security guards, bodyguards, and even women like Huang Ying. Chen Yuanyuan's face turned pale, her heart pounding wildly.
A high explosive bomb, a synonym for death. At this moment, they were strapped to Fang Jerry, threatening everyone's life.
Fang Jerry reveled in the panic of the crowd, his stiff face turned towards Lin Beichen, his voice cold: "You forced me to this, it's all your fault."
He pointed at Lin Beichen, roaring: "Because of you, all these people will die! Hundreds of people, up and down this building, will be buried for your stubbornness!"
However, just as his words fell, a large hand suddenly appeared on his neck, lifting him up once more.
Lin Beichen's face was inches away, filled with disdain and derision.
"You, how is it possible..." Fang Jerry was shocked. He clearly injected himself with stored Sakura Grass, so why was he still so vulnerable?
Lin Beichen didn't give him a chance to think, a few slaps landed hard on his face, clearing his mind instantly.
"Chattering non-stop, yet doing nothing." Lin Beichen sneered, "Is your brain malfunctioning?"
Saying that, he once again flung Fang Jerry away, then stood with his arms folded, mockingly watching him: "Come on, didn't you say the explosives were powerful? Do it."
Fang Jerry roared as he got up from the ground, glaring at Lin Beichen with bloodshot eyes: "Do you think I don't dare?"
"Then just do it." Lin Beichen shrugged, his face full of disdain.
However, facing Lin Beichen's provocation, Fang Jerry hesitated to press the bomb trigger. He raged, threatening, yet never took that final step.
Because he knew that if he pressed the button, not only would Lin Beichen die, he too couldn't escape. Under the threat of death, his resolve began to waver.
Lin Beichen saw through his hesitation and fear, once again subduing him to the ground. He sat on a small stool, facing a bloodied and disheveled Fang Jerry, and began the interrogation.
Under both psychological and physical pressure, Fang Jerry finally broke down. He started to confess everything in bits and pieces—the true purpose of this bar, the origin of the Sakura Grass, and the family forces behind them.
However, just as Lin Beichen was about to touch on deeper information, a phone ringing suddenly interrupted Fang Jerry's confession. Lin Beichen frowned as he answered it, hearing a humble voice: "Mr. Lin, it's me, Luo Zisheng."
"Luo Zisheng?" Lin Beichen frowned even more: "What is it?" he asked somewhat impatiently. He didn't know what Luo Zisheng meant by calling him at this moment, but he didn't have time for these trivial matters. What mattered more now was getting more information from Fang Jerry.
However, Luo Zisheng's voice seemed urgent and cautious: "Mr. Lin, my father would like to see you." He spoke eagerly, as if something important needed to be conveyed to Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen raised an eyebrow: "Now?" He was puzzled, unsure why the patriarch of the Luo Family would suddenly want to see him.
He had no particular relations or business dealings with the Luo Family. Why meet him at this time?
Yet Luo Zisheng did not explain much, only saying: "Yes, Mr. Lin, we have something important to discuss, so I can only intrude." His voice carried a note of helplessness and caution, as if afraid of offending Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen said somewhat impatiently: "Just get on with it."
He didn't have the mood to deal with these trivialities, he only wanted to extract more information from Fang Jerry quickly, and then deal with this trouble.
However, at this moment, the door suddenly opened. A young man in a white long shirt, with hair slicked back with oil, walked in.
He scanned the room, then ran to Lin Beichen and respectfully saluted before saying: "Mr. Lin, I'm Luo, sent here to escort you."
Turns out it was someone sent by the Luo Family.
Lin Beichen glanced at this young man, then said with a faint smile: "What matter is so urgent for your Luo Family? I don't remember having such relations with your patriarch."
He wanted to know what important business the Luo Family had that required meeting him at such a time.
And judging by the young man's demeanor, it seemed something big was happening.
However, the young man didn't directly answer his question but said: "You'll know when you get there."
He spoke mystically, seemingly unwilling to disclose much at that moment.
Lin Beichen looked at this young man, frowning slightly, unsure what the Luo Family was up to.
But he knew now wasn't the time to leave easily. He still needed to extract more information from Fang Jerry.
So he said to the young man: "I have important matters to handle now, cannot leave. Go back and tell the patriarch, I'll head over once finished."
He intended to stall this young man, then go to the Luo patriarch after dealing with Fang Jerry's issue. However, the young man didn't seem to want to leave, instead looking at Fang Jerry behind Lin Beichen and saying: "Mr. Lin, surely you're not dealing with this trash?"
His tone revealed disdain, as if not considering Fang Jerry worth anything. Lin Beichen frowned at the young man, saying: "What do you mean?"
He didn't like this young man's attitude, it seemed quite arrogant.
However, the young man wasn't fazed by his attitude, continuing: "Mr. Lin, I know you're a smart man, you should see this trash is stalling for time deliberately."
He spoke directly, seemingly unafraid of offending Lin Beichen, "I suggest you come with me to meet my patriarch soon, otherwise some issues might become more troublesome."
Then, Lin Beichen's gaze returned to Fang Jerry, who was clutching his chest and suddenly collapsed to the floor.
Lin Beichen checked briefly, his mouth twitching slightly, then called Xia Luyao to come take over. Once they arrived, he silently followed the young Luo into the car, mulling over what the Luo Family was playing at.
The car drove along winding mountain roads, eventually arriving at Jingshan Villa.
The villa nestled amidst a birch forest, unique in architectural style, blending ancient carvings with modern elements. The exterior exuded an aura of ancient solemnity, as if placing one within the river of history. Yet upon entering, a starkly different scene unfolded.
The layout resembled a Central European castle, with paintings on walls, knight statues in corridors, and attendants' attire, all steeped in a decadent Central European aristocratic atmosphere. In the study, Lin Beichen met an elder donned in Central European aristocratic garb, with hair dyed manure yellow, leaving him momentarily shocked.
Seeing Lin Beichen, the elder greeted him with a pleasant face, personally pulled out a chair for him. However, Lin Beichen went straight to the main seat, patting the stone throne, and stared directly at the elder.
"You are the Luo Family patriarch, Roger?" Lin Beichen asked, with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Indeed, hearing doesn't compare to seeing. I wouldn't know your so-called centennial history roots are actually Central European unless visiting once."
Roger's smile stiffened slightly, but quickly returned to normal. He took a deep breath, swallowing his dissatisfaction, squeezed another smile, saying: