Shen Liangchuan halted immediately when he heard these words. His pupils shrank back. “What did you say?”

The man had been beaten up badly. His eyes were turbid as he looked at Shen Liangchuan. He hung his head and said, “A few years ago, my daughter fell seriously ill and I needed a large sum of money for her medical treatment. Eventually, a woman approached me and instructed me to kill you by making it look like a drunk driving accident. Then she would give me the money for my daughter’s treatment.”

“I had no other way out then and was at the end of my rope. I wanted to kill myself after killing you. As long as my daughter could live, that was fine for me.”

The man continued, crying profusely now, “In the end I went to jail. All these years I’ve been blaming myself. Ever since I came out of jail, I have been trying to find you. Now I’ve come to Shanghai and life is very difficult here. Today I was beaten up badly because I had wandered into someone’s territory by mistake. If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have died.”

Shen Liangchuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the man, feeling quite ill after hearing those words. He took a step forward and asked, “Who instructed you?”

The man paused and said, “Mei Feng.”

Walking out of the hospital, Shen Liangchuan felt completely disoriented.

As he walked, it felt as though his feet were not touching the ground.

The truth was cruel and had come so suddenly, he found it impossible to accept.

For many years ago, he had hated Qiao Lian for causing Soul Fighter’s death.

So much so that he had held it against her for so many years.

But now it appeared that the person who had caused Soul Fighter’s death had been himself.

He felt like a complete bastard for having hurt the person he loved most, all the while thinking that he was just doing justice—while on the other hand, the real perpetrator was roaming around free.

He clenched his fists tightly.

He couldn’t help feeling that the past was like a bad joke.

As he stared at the man, feeling sorrowful and lost, Qiao Lian suddenly placed her hand over his.

Turning around, he saw her concerned face looking back at him. She said, “Zi Chuan, it doesn’t matter how Soul Fighter died. What matters is how we choose to live from now. The dead are dead, but the living shouldn’t live in sorrow. We should live with greater energy to face the future better.”

Shen Liangchuan nodded after a pause upon hearing these words.

However…

His eyes flashed sharply as he said, “Mei Feng.”

Qiao Lian knitted her brow and said, “Mei Feng is simply too despicable and heartless! How old were you then, when she actually did such a cruel thing? But what do we do now? Although she incited this, it has been many years since, we don’t have any proof at all.”

Evildoers must be punished, of course, but how to deal with Mei Feng was the question.

Shen Liangchuan contemplated this for a moment and looked up with a frown. “I’ll make sure she ends up losing everything she has.”

Qiao Lian nodded at these words.

A call from Song Cheng came in as they were deep in thought. “Brother Shen, we’ve investigated SX Team. Indeed, it was established by the late Mr. Shen but now it belongs to Mei Feng. It seems the annual salary they are paying King should be approximately eight million.”

Shen Liangchuan narrowed his eyes upon hearing this piece of news.

An annual salary of eight million.

He estimated that this could very well be about all of the cash Mei Feng had on hand.

At the moment, King’s reputation in China was sullied. Hence if SX didn’t manage to clinch the first place, they would become a laughing stock for sure. In addition, they wouldn’t get any endorsement deals and even possibly lose all their investors. That would mean the end for SX Team.

When this happened, Mei Feng would lose everything.

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