Revenge 2

Su Hao was in his office when he received the news. His son was missing, and no one knew where he was. The guards had found his penthouse empty, with no signs of forced entry. Su Hao's face turned pale as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"Find him!" he roared at his subordinates. "I don't care what it takes! Find my son!"

For two days, the Su family's resources were mobilized in a frantic search for Su Meng. But there was no trace of him. Su Hao grew increasingly desperate, his mind filled with dark thoughts. Who could have taken his son? And why?

On the third night, Su Hao returned to the mansion, exhausted and frustrated. He had spent the day meeting with the police and his private investigators, but they had no leads. As he entered his study, he was greeted by a sight that made his blood run cold.

Ye Feng was sitting in his chair, his feet propped up on the desk. He looked up as Su Hao entered, a cold smile on his face.

"Looking for someone?" Ye Feng asked, his voice dripping with mockery.

Su Hao's eyes widened in shock. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"

Ye Feng stood, his movements slow and deliberate. "I'm the man you tried to kill two and a half years ago. The man you left for dead. And now, I'm here to return the favor."

Su Hao's face paled. "Y-Ye Feng? But… you're dead!"

Ye Feng's smile widened. "Dead? No, Su Hao. I'm very much alive. And I've come to finish what you started."

Before Su Hao could react, Ye Feng moved. In an instant, he was across the room, his hand gripping Su Hao's throat. The older man struggled, but Ye Feng was too strong.

"You should have left me alone," Ye Feng said, his voice low and dangerous. "But you didn't. And now, you'll pay the price."

He dragged Su Hao to the center of the room, where a group of guards had gathered, alerted by the noise. They raised their weapons, but Ye Feng was faster. He moved like a blur, disarming and incapacitating them with brutal efficiency. Within moments, the guards were dead, their bodies littering the floor.

Su Hao watched in horror as Ye Feng turned back to him. "P-Please…" he stammered. "I'll give you anything… just spare me…"

Ye Feng tilted his head, as if considering the plea. Then he leaned in close, his voice a whisper. "Anything? Then tell me, Su Hao… do you regret it?"

Su Hao nodded frantically. "Y-Yes! I regret it! I'm sorry!"

Ye Feng straightened, his expression cold. "Good. But regret won't save you."

With that, he delivered the final blow, ending Su Hao's life. The room fell silent, save for the sound of blood dripping onto the floor.

The next morning, the city was in chaos. The Su family's downfall was the talk of Beijing, and the police were scrambling to find answers. But there were no leads, no suspects, and no evidence. It was as if a ghost had come and gone, leaving only death in its wake.

Ye Feng watched from a distance, his expression unreadable. He had gotten his revenge, but he knew this was only the beginning. The Falcon organization was still out there, and once he was capable he will go after them. But he was ready. He was no longer the boy they had left for dead. He was something more—something darker.

As he turned and walked away, the city's lights reflected in his cold, calculating eyes. The shadow had returned to Qingshan city. 

After 15 days results were out and he got admission in Sanghai university. The classes will start from September 1st week he was left with 1 month. 

After 25 days he left the Qingshan City , it was the beginning of his everything , his mother died here , he survived 2 times from deadly accidents. 

But this time it was different he had plans , ambitions and more importantly a strong will to conquer everything that comes his way. He was going to Shanghai , and with him he was carrying a storm that was going to destroy everything that tries to come in its way.

Shanghai was a city of contrasts, where towering skyscrapers kissed the clouds and ancient temples stood as silent witnesses to the passage of time. The Huangpu River divided the city into two worlds: Pudong, with its futuristic skyline, where the old-world charm of the Bund lingered. The streets buzzed with life, filled with the hum of traffic, the chatter of pedestrians, and the aroma of street food wafting through the air. It was a city that never slept, a place where one could disappear into the crowd—a perfect haven for someone like Ye Feng.

Ye Feng arrived in Shanghai with a single suitcase and a mind sharpened by years of survival. He had no intention of hiding his identity; after all, the world believed he was dead. To them, Ye Feng was just another young man seeking a fresh start. His documents were in order, his past meticulously erased and rewritten. The scars of his near-death experience were hidden beneath his clothes, and his cold, calculating eyes betrayed nothing.

Shanghai University, one of the most prestigious institutions in the country, was his destination. The sprawling campus was a blend of modern architecture and lush greenery, a place where ambition and intellect thrived. Ye Feng walked through the gates with a sense of purpose, his application already accepted. His high school records, forged to perfection, showcased a brilliant but reclusive student. His entrance exam scores, obtained through less-than-legal means, were impeccable. The admissions office had no reason to doubt him.

The process was straightforward. He submitted his documents, paid the fees, and was assigned a dormitory. But Ye Feng had no intention of living on campus. He needed privacy, a place where he could operate without prying eyes. Using the funds, he purchased a small, unassuming house in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of the city.

The house was modest, with white walls and a tiled roof, surrounded by a high fence. Inside, it was sparsely furnished: a bed, a desk, a few chairs, and a bookshelf. 

Shanghai was a city of secrets, and he intended to uncover them all. The shadow had found a new hunting ground, and it was only a matter of time before the darkness followed.