The significant moments of Zhang Songqiao’s life unfold before Lin Beichen’s eyes.
Memories of Zhang Songqiao acquiring his first fortune.
Memories of Zhang Songqiao’s wedding day when he established his family.
Memories of Zhang Songqiao founding the family, earning his first wealth as a prosperous household.
All kinds of memories are displayed in front of Lin Beichen, who casually flips through them like God.
A moment later, Lin Beichen finds segments about the adult Zhang Changhuai in the memories.
Lin Beichen extracts these segments and then inserts them into Zhang Changhuai’s shadow figure.
The Five Elements Spiritual Light circles around, and Zhang Changhuai seems to come alive, his face filled with bewilderment.
"Go, find Zhang Changhuai, and then completely obliterate the bloodline of the Zhang Family."
Lin Beichen says leisurely.
Upon hearing Lin Beichen’s command, Zhang Changhuai’s figure suddenly disappears without a trace.
Inside a private secret airport in the Huadu suburbs.
Zhang Changhuai disembarks from a helicopter and quickly enters a secret passage.
"Young Master Zhang, why are you here alone?"
The airport manager, chatting with a pretty flight attendant, hears the footsteps and glances back, his face suddenly changing.
He hastily follows Zhang Changhuai, but before he can get familiar, Zhang Changhuai grabs his neck and says coldly:
"My mind is in chaos right now, don’t disrupt my thoughts. Arrange the fastest flight to let me go abroad immediately, and prepare a room for me to rest at once."
The private airport, built by the Zhang Family, relies on the energy of several major families. This airport can secretly handle international flights without aviation procedure approvals.
No official aviation logs or schedules contain any records of this flight.
The cost to maintain this private airport is astronomical, and the Zhang Family spends several hundred million yuan annually, although it might only be used once every three to five years.
The airport manager seems like a high-class individual, but in Zhang Changhuai’s eyes, he is merely a family dog.
The manager, being aware of his position, keeps a very low profile.
"Young Master Zhang, rest assured, I’ll arrange it immediately. Please go to your room and rest for now; I’ll call you once everything’s ready."
The manager says promptly, while comforting Zhang Changhuai and guiding him to the room, signaling his subordinates at the same time.
Moments later, Zhang Changhuai enters the room.
Upon exiting, the manager sees over a dozen airport staff outside the door.
"Don’t ask me anything; I know nothing."
The airport manager says coldly, walking quickly away.
Even though he said nothing, everyone guessed what happened.
Zhang Changhuai’s identity dictates that he must never show any sign of panic, no matter the situation.
But now, Zhang Changhuai’s face is written with the words ’catastrophic disaster.’
Something has definitely happened to the Zhang Family, and the crisis involves their survival.
That’s why Zhang Changhuai is so terrified, escaping abroad without even bringing his family.
Yet, everyone is deeply puzzled.
In recent days, they’ve gathered all the news.
The conflict between the Zhang Family and Bai Group has clearly favored the Zhang Family, reportedly having grasped Bai Yunfei’s weakness. Given two more days, the Bai Family will be completely bankrupt.
At such a time, the Zhang Family should be thriving. Why would such a calamity occur?
Inside the room, Zhang Changhuai’s face is deathly pale, drenched in cold sweat.
As soon as he closes his eyes, visions of the bloodshed in the Zhang Family manor appear.
Zhang Songqiao managed his escape but in great haste.
Zhang Songqiao had no time to explain anything, only letting him escape for his life.
Seeing his clansmen perish, even though his father still lived, he knew with Lin Beichen’s ruthless methods, his father would not survive for long.
"Lin Beichen, you brought ruin to my family, I must kill you."
Half-asleep, Zhang Changhuai screams in agony, his face contorted like a demon.
Clenching his fists tightly, his pain permeates deep into his bones.
"Young Master Zhang, did you just say something?"
A knock on the door sounds from outside.
Zhang Changhuai opens his eyes belatedly, staring blankly at the room before remembering he escaped Hell and is now in a safe haven.
The secret airport is so hidden that even Huadu’s latest map doesn’t show this area.
Even with Divine Techniques, Lin Beichen cannot find this place quickly.
He has time to leave.
"Is the plane ready?"
Zhang Changhuai asks coldly without opening the door.
"Young Master Zhang, the plane needs more time, but we’ve arranged everything quickly. Please wait a little longer."
Still have to wait?
Anger makes Zhang Changhuai tremble.
If not for the family’s upheaval, which forced him to avoid causing a scene, how could he be so humble?
"Speed up."
He urges coldly, afraid his temper might delay him further.
In a life-and-death situation, Zhang Changhuai remains absolutely calm.
He picks up the phone, recalling over ten numbers in his mind.
These numbers were pre-arranged by his father as a backup.
Leaving in a hurry, he didn’t bring any family wealth, but his father had prepared everything in advance.
Once the call is answered and he speaks the code word, an amount worth nine figures will be transferred to his secret account.
These secret accounts don’t even use his name.
No matter how skilled the opponent is, they cannot track these accounts.
However, as he dials each number, his face grows darker.
Each call either encounters a busy signal or goes unanswered.
Everyone is avoiding him.
How is this possible?
Even if Lin Beichen kills his father, he cannot uproot the entire Zhang Family.
The Zhang Family has been entrenched for many years, with intricate power relationships even Zhang Songqiao cannot fully explain!
How could Lin Beichen possess such Divine Techniques?
Though doubtful, when the last call fails, the situation becomes clear.
Zhang Changhuai drops the phone, eyes filled with deep unease.
"Father, we chose the wrong opponent from the start."
"Lin Beichen remained uninvolved simply because he didn’t want to deal with us, yet we arrogantly thought he was insignificant."
"Business matters should be settled with business methods, why did you resort to hiring assassins?"
Zhang Changhuai agonizingly wails.
Now, he finally realizes.
But it’s too late.
Though blaming his father, he knows that if placed in Zhang Songqiao’s position, he might make the same decision.
Who would have thought the seemingly unremarkable Lin Beichen is a master capable of exterminating an entire family.
Too late for regrets.
"I still have a chance."
A glint of coldness flashes in Zhang Changhuai’s eyes.
He thinks of Xu Hongzhu.
If he can find her and ask for help, perhaps he can save his life.
But as he picks up the phone to dial her number, a shadow suddenly emerges from a nearby wall.
Zhang Changhuai stares in dumbfounded horror at the shadow, bearing his exact likeness.
Yet the figure passes through walls like a ghost.
Thinking of Lin Beichen, he realizes.
"Don’t kill me! I’ll serve you devotedly, just spare my life."
Zhang Changhuai screams, kneeling to beg for mercy.
But the shadow that resembles him engulfs him instantly.
In the empty VIP lounge, Zhang Changhuai’s hands seem to act independently, slowly clamping his chin, then twisting forcefully.
Only a crackling sound is heard.
Zhang Changhuai collapses, his face contorted, with his neck completely shattered.
The shadow emerges from his body, silently observing as Zhang Changhuai dies, before disappearing into thin air.
Some time passes, and another knock on the door echoes.
"Young Master Zhang, the plane is ready. Are you departing?"
There’s no response from inside the room, until half an hour passes, and the door is knocked again.
Shortly after, a scream comes from the opened room.
Zhang Changhuai is dead, and the Zhang Family’s bloodline is completely extinguished.