"Young Master Qiao, have you heard about what happened last night?" In a private club, a group of young men and women were sitting together drinking. These youngsters all belonged to the small circle of top-tier wealthy families in River City; behind each of them was a local power. Qiao Zishan, the only son of River City's richest man Qiao Tianhao, was slumped on the sofa with drunken, blurry eyes, holding a glass of red wine in one hand and embracing a beautiful girl with the other. Upon hearing this, Qiao Zishan, who was about to drink, was taken aback, "What happened last night?" Qiao Zishan's life had always been upside down, roaming various entertainment venues at night and finding a hotel to sleep in with different women as the day broke. Debauchery was the truest portrayal of his life. Especially in recent times. He had been staying at this newly established private club, eating and sleeping here, completely cutting off contact with the outside world. As some of the top figures in River City, these young masters could access things ordinary people couldn't. For instance, martial artists! A while back, a battle between two Grandmasters had caused a huge stir in the Martial Arts World. The young masters present had heard some rumors, but knew little. But Qiao Zishan had seen it with his own eyes. Not only that, but he had also gotten the number of that invincible Master Lin, Lin Wudi, afterwards. Although he never dared to call, every time he met with friends or attended various banquets, Qiao Zishan would occasionally brag about this. Of course, no one believed him. Qiao Zishan was also frustrated about this for several days, wishing he could call that Lin Wudi on the spot to testify. But Qiao Zishan was no fool. As a true second-generation rich, frequenting various high-end venues and meeting elites from all walks of life, Qiao Zishan was naturally no fool. Although he was often ridiculed for this, Qiao Zishan really didn't care at all. And now, when people around him asked about what happened last night, Qiao Zishan truly didn't know a thing. "Tell me," Qiao Zishan said, clinking his glass with that person's. That person chuckled, "Young Master Qiao, you claim to know Lin Wudi, don't you? And you don't know about this?" The others also burst into laughter. Qiao Zishan kicked that person, "Hurry up and tell me." Looking around, the person whispered, "I've only heard about it. It's said that a couple of days ago, someone crippled Fang Ming, leaving him disabled." "Not only that, but they also demanded the Fang Family come to apologize, or they would make them regret it. Who is the Fang Family? Of course, they didn't agree. So, that person actually blew up the Wanta Group and even wiped out the Fang Family." "What?" Qiao Zishan suddenly stood up, his complexion drastically changing, and quite a few drinks were knocked over on the table, startling the others with his agitated reaction. "Fang Ming was beaten into a cripple? The Fang Family was wiped out?" Qiao Zishan was incredibly shocked. Because, Fang Ming was his cousin after all. The Head of the Fang Family, Fang Cheng, was his uncle. The person seemed not to have realized the gravity, nodding blankly, "I also just heard about it. Just yesterday, that person first blew up the Wanta Building, and then afterwards wiped out the Fang Family entirely." "Young Master Qiao, don't you watch TV? This is a big deal, it was all over the news, but the news said it was an accident," the person said, sneering disdainfully as he spoke; they were all too familiar with such tactics. Qiao Zishan's body shook, his hands clenched tightly. The others thought he was just drunk and didn't pay much attention. Only to hear that person cautiously say, "Guess who did it?" "How would we know? Hurry up and tell us, who was it??" someone urged impatiently. That person grinned at Qiao Zishan and chuckled, "It's said that it was none other than Lin Wudi, Master Lin, who Young Master Qiao often talks to us about." "Boom!" As soon as these words came out, Qiao Zishan suddenly collapsed onto the floor, spilling all the drinks on the table. "Young Master Qiao, what's wrong?" The crowd called out in alarm, quickly helping Qiao Zishan to his feet, only to find him shaking violently, his complexion frightfully pale. "Young Master Qiao, are you alright?" the crowd was startled, nearly calling for an ambulance in their anxiety. "Impossible, it can't be..." Qiao Zishan muttered to himself, as if he'd thought of something, and hurriedly pulled out his phone. Usually, when Qiao Zishan went out to have fun, he preferred to switch off his phone. But now. The phone had long since run out of battery.

At this, Qiao Zishan's complexion turned grim. "Who has a charged phone? Lend it to me to make a call," Qiao Zishan asked his companions. "Mine's dead." "So is mine." His companions were all a picture of helplessness. "Damn it!" Qiao Zishan cursed, pushed through the crowd, and walked outside. No matter if the news was true or false, he had to go back once. "Hey, Young Master Qiao, where are you going?" His friends were somewhat puzzled. Why did Young Master Qiao seem like a completely different person after just one glance at his phone? "Don't you guys get it? He probably remembered he had a date with that chick," someone said, lounging on a sofa, without taking it seriously. "No, that's not it!" A girl, as if she remembered something, said, "Jian Hui, the Fang Ming you just mentioned, isn't he the one who often used to hang out with Young Master Qiao?" That person paused, then said, "Not sure, as I haven't been in River City for long, and I've seldom met up with all of you. But I do know that Fang Ming is the son of Fang Cheng, the chairman of Wanta Group..." Jian Hui's words were cut off as he saw his companion's faces turn to horror. Their eyes widened, mouths agape, emitting a chorus of gasps. "What's... what's happened to you all?" Jian Hui suddenly felt a tinge of fear. "Jian Hui, something terrible has happened..." Jian Hui was confused, "What exactly happened??" "Fang Ming is Young Master Qiao's cousin!" "..." ... "Vroom!" Qiao Zishan floored the gas of his sports car, speeding all the way. He must have run countless red lights, but Qiao Zishan was beyond caring. He was just rushing home, needing to verify if the news was true. Qiao Zishan gripped the steering wheel tightly, his palms drenched with sweat. "It can't be true, it just can't be!" Although he kept hypnotizing himself with that thought, Qiao Zishan knew that Jian Hui wasn't a liar. He knew more about the affairs of martial artists than he did. Moreover, since the news had already broken, Jian Hui had no reason to deceive him. It took over half an hour before Qiao Zishan finally reached the gates of his villa. As soon as he got out of the car, Qiao Zishan felt something was amiss. Because the number of bodyguards patrolling the entrance seemed to be much higher than usual. Even the villa, in the late night, was brightly lit, as if something major had happened. "Young Master, you've finally come back!" The moment the butler saw Qiao Zishan, he rushed over, his face marked with despair. "Where are my parents?" Qiao Zishan asked anxiously. The butler said, "Young Master, where on earth have you been these past few days? The master sent many people to find you, but none could manage it; your father and mother were nearly driven mad." Listening to the butler's rambling, Qiao Zishan shouted impatiently, "I'm asking where my parents are!" It was then that a voice, suppressed with anger, came from behind. "I went to find someone to save your life!"

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