The God of Wealth of Jiangzhou
Hanging up the phone, Huo Xuan's brow furrowed deeply.
Lin Yue asked, "Little brother, what happened?"
Huo Xuan replied, "The Qinglong District Party Secretary and his wife died in a car accident. Do you believe that, Yue-jie?"
Lin Yue's expression shifted slightly. "Of course I don't. But I wouldn't get involved either." She said seriously, "Little brother, you'd best not meddle in this matter, or you'll be dragged into a whirlpool."
Clearly, even without knowing the details, Lin Yue could smell the conspiracy in the air. She didn't want Huo Xuan involved—it would do him no good.
Huo Xuan nodded. "I understand the stakes. Don't worry."
Soon, the dishes arrived, but Huo Xuan found them tasteless. His mind was preoccupied with the Deity Organization, the Party Secretary's "accident," and the case back in Tianyun County.
Noticing his low spirits, Lin Yue said, "Little brother, if you don't like these dishes, I can order some lighter ones."
Huo Xuan waved his hand. "No need, Yue-jie. I'm done eating."
Lin Yue nodded. "Alright, let's head back to the hotel then."
Just as they were about to leave, the door swung open. Four young men strode in. When they spotted Lin Yue, they froze. One of them exclaimed, "You!"
Lin Yue recognized them immediately—they were scions of the Lin family, including Lin Ye. But instead of showing the deference due to the family head's daughter, their expressions turned confrontational.
The Lin family operated under a patriarchal system, where the most capable leader was elected to set rules and guide the clan forward.
Lin Yue's grandfather, the former patriarch, had transformed the Lin family from a modest enterprise worth tens of millions into a billion-dollar empire, earning immense respect.
Later, Lin Yue's father, Lin Hui, took over. But while founding an empire is hard, maintaining it is harder. Over the past decade, the Lin Group had stagnated under his leadership, even shrinking in some areas—sparking discontent among the clan. However, with Lin Yue's grandfather still alive, no one dared openly criticize.
Yet the younger generation had long let their dissatisfaction show, directing their scorn even at Lin Yue, treating her with anything but respect—often confronting her outright.
Lin Yue's willow-leaf eyebrows shot up. "Lin Ye, Lin Tu, what are you doing here?"
Ignoring her, Lin Ye fixed his gaze on Huo Xuan, hissing through teeth still loose from their last encounter, "It's him!"
Huo Xuan gave him an icy once-over. "What? Didn't get enough last time?"
Lin Ye's eyes gleamed with malice. "You fool! You walked right into the lion's den! In Jiangzhou, I couldn't touch you—but in Yundong, I can crush you like an ant!"
Unfazed, Huo Xuan leaned back. "This I've got to see."
Lin Yue, both furious and alarmed, snapped, "Lin Ye! The Lin family isn't yours to command! Lay one finger on Huo Xuan, and I'll have Father banish you from the clan!"
"Oh ho!" Lin Ye sneered. "Since when does the patriarch bully his own kin? You, who collude with outsiders against your blood—what right do you have to threaten us? Mark my words: your father Lin Hui won't keep his seat much longer. Soon, you'll both be out on your ears!"
Lin Yue was about to retort when Huo Xuan stopped her. "Yue-jie, why waste breath on these curs?"
Rising, he loomed over them. "Get out. Now. Or I'll finish what I started with your teeth."
Lin Ye's gums ached at the memory. He stumbled back two steps, knowing full well they stood no chance against Huo Xuan's fists. "Let's go! We'll deal with him later!"
As the four retreated, Lin Tu grumbled, "Why back down? Four against one—"
"You idiot," Lin Ye spat. "That man could dismantle us blindfolded. But no matter. This is Yun Jiu's turf. We'll have him and his boys handle the trash."
Lin Tu cursed. "Goddamn luck! Heard there was a beauty in the private room—turned out to be Lin freaking Yue!"
Lin Ye's gaze turned glacial. "That man's Huo Xuan. He's here for Old Master Lin's birthday banquet."
"Then he won't live to see it," Lin Tu said darkly. "Yun Jiu will bury him."
The Lin family had risen to power in Yundong—their home ground. Lin Ye and his ilk maintained close ties with local underworld thugs, outsourcing their dirty work.
After their departure, Huo Xuan and Lin Yue left the restaurant. Their car had barely pulled away when a motorcycle tailed them all the way back to the five-star hotel.
The moment Huo Xuan and Lin Yue entered the hotel, the motorcycle rider immediately made a call: "Brother Jiu, the target's inside."
Back in their suite, Lin Yue headed to the hotel spa for skincare treatments, while Huo Xuan—after much deliberation—retrieved the black laptop and accessed the Deity interface.
Navigating to the Mission Board, he opened a submission page requiring category selection, title, content, and contribution point rewards.
After careful consideration, he chose:
Category: Society → Truth InvestigationTitle: "Cause of Death of Qinglong District Party Secretary, Jiangzhou"Content: Brief incident summary
Finally, he set the reward at 5 contribution points—equivalent to **$5 million USD**.
Upon submission, a confirmation appeared: "Mission successfully posted. Await updates."
Huo Xuan remained glued to the screen. Thirty minutes later, a ding signaled a task acceptance. Within another fifteen minutes, the internal mailbox notified a new message.
Clicking the flashing icon, he found a 2,000-word report detailing the couple's true cause of death.
As he read, his expression darkened. "Jiangzhou's God of Wealth," he muttered, fists clenching. "No matter how powerful you are—if you dared touch my uncle's woman, I'll erase you from existence."
Just then, another email arrived.
This one bore a sender name that froze his blood:
Jiangzhou's God of Wealth.