I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Chapter 776 Hunting Time

Main hall.

The ornate crystal chandelier cast a cold light, making Zheng Song's scarred face appear even more sinister. Standing in the center of the halo, the hostility emanating from him made the surrounding armed mercenaries seem gentle and approachable.

Shen Nian looked at the mountain-like figure with a blank expression in his eyes. He stepped into the hall, his leather shoes tapping against the marble floor, creating a clear and cold echo.

Zheng Song turned around suddenly when he heard the voice. Seeing that it was Shen Nian, the flesh on his face twitched slightly and he quickly walked over to him: "Young Master Anian."

Shen Nian just curled the corners of his mouth, without even raising his eyelids, he walked straight past Zheng Song and sat down steadily in the main seat.

"I heard that after Shen Zhi died, the one that grandpa valued most was you, the dog?" He leaned lazily against the sofa, a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Zheng Song was not as smooth-talking as the late Shen Zhi. He simply ignored Shen Nian's provocation and replied sternly, "Young Master Anian, your mother is seriously ill and dying. She wishes to see you one last time. The old man has agreed."

"Serious and dying?" Shen Nian frowned, as if he had heard something out of the ordinary. "My mother has always been in good health. How could she be sick?"

His tone was relaxed, and there was no trace of worry for Yao Ge in his eyes, as if he was talking about a stranger.

Zheng Song didn't respond, but continued mechanically, "The old man said that if Young Master Anian doesn't want to return home, there's no need to force him. But I must bring Young Master Aling back with me."

"..." The hypocritical smile on Shen Nian's lips froze instantly.

His eyes turned sinister, but his voice was dangerously soft: "You are good at passing messages."

Zheng Song's face was expressionless, like a stone soaked in ice water, cold and hard.

Shen Nian had grown up in Shen Garden until he was eighteen, and he knew this blockhead's character well. Too lazy to waste any more words, he waved his hand, pretending to be relaxed: "I've been away from home for too long, and I can't just abandon my stall. I'll have to give me a few days to pack up. Find a place to stay first, and I'll go back with you once I'm settled."

His biological mother was critically ill, yet he still had the mind to delay and plot?

Zheng Song's face finally showed a very slight fluctuation: "Young Master A Ling..."

"boom--!"

There was a sudden loud explosion!

Shen Nian suddenly jumped up and kicked the heavy oak chair beside him hard, and the chair rolled to the ground.

His face was ferocious, like a ferocious beast whose scales had been touched, and he roared at Zheng Song: "You bastard! Get it straight! I am the eldest grandson of the Shen family! Who the hell is that bastard Shen Guiling?!"

Zheng Song had anticipated Shen Nian's mood swings. After a moment's silence, he spoke again in his calm, even voice, "Young Master An Nian, let me remind you. The old man's original words were—bring both young masters back to Shen Garden. If either is missing, all previous conditions will be void."

After saying that, he ignored Shen Nian's almost biting gaze and bowed slightly: "Madam's condition can't be delayed. I will come again at this time tomorrow."

He turned and strode away.

Even after Zheng Song's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, the stagnant air in the main hall still did not move.

Shen Nian stood in place, his chest heaving slightly, his sinister eyes fixed on the direction Zheng Song left, as if he wanted to burn through his back.

Several waiters dared not breathe, but walked forward quickly with their heads down, trying to prop up the overturned oak chair.

"Get out."

Shen Nian's voice was low, but chillingly cold. The waiters, as if granted amnesty, immediately held their breath, bowed, and quickly exited the main hall, gently closing the heavy carved wooden door behind them.

In the huge space, only Shen Nian was left, and the ground was filled with mess and silently flowing murderous aura.

He slowly turned around and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window were mercenaries patrolling with weapons. This kingdom he built was well-ordered, and every inch of land was engraved with his authority.

Grandpa has ignored him for so many years, but now he asked Zheng Song to make a personal trip for that bastard Shen Guiling. It is obvious that he is preventing him from taking action!

The corners of Shen Nian's mouth curled up in an extremely cold arc, and his eyes were filled with venomous murderous intent.

Since that was the case, he was determined to take Shen Guiling's life tonight.

Shen Nian slowly raised his hand, put two fingers together and gently hooked them.

"boss."

In the shadows, a middle-aged man in a black suit and with a capable temperament appeared silently. He was the manager here and one of Shen Nian's most capable confidants.

Shen Nian didn't look back, still looking at the night outside the window that belonged to him, his voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Send that bastard on his way."

"Yes," the steward replied, retreating silently and blending into the shadows.

The main hall fell silent again. Shen Nian walked over to the overturned chair and gently kicked it with the tip of his shoe, making a dull sound.

Grandpa, this time I didn't kill the Shen family, you have no reason to blame me~

A genuine smile finally appeared on his face, but it was so cruel that it was chilling.

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cellar.

The damp, musty smell mixed with the fresh, thick odor of blood hung heavy in the filthy air. The swaying incandescent lamp cast an unstable halo of light, stretching and distorting the shadows of the three twisted corpses on the ground like a grotesque dance.

Shen Guiling leaned against the cold brick wall, breathing lightly. His already soaked clothes were now stained with stains from the cellar and splattered scarlet. He lowered his eyes, scanning the three bodies before him, then stood up and picked up the black pistol that had fallen to the ground.

The cool touch of the metal slightly cooled his nerves, which were heated from the fight.

He checked the magazine and found it was full, not a single bullet missing.

Shen Guiling's fingertips gently stroked the cold marks on the gun. His eyes were as calm as water, but a dark light burned deep in them.

The first thing in the Shen family motto is that you cannot point a gun at your own people, so only if Shen Nian was the first to have the intention to kill, can all his subsequent actions be defined as reasonable.

According to his previous plan, after finding out the situation of the Li family, he would arrange for Mo Ran to pretend to be Shen Qian's people to put pressure on Shen Nian. Based on his understanding of Shen Nian, Shen Nian would definitely not obey Shen Qian.

But just now, when Shen Nian went crazy, his words and actions vaguely revealed a hint of the inside story, and Shen Guiling guessed that perhaps Mo Ran was no longer needed, and Zheng Song's arrival was the best opportunity.

He adjusted his breathing and quietly hid himself in the shadow corner where the light was swaying. He raised the muzzle of his gun slightly and pointed the crosshairs vaguely at the iron door leading to the ground.

After waiting for so long, I can finally go back.

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