Chapter 1: Wife's Murder
eads out, letting loose a string of curses and insults.Chen Zihang turned a deaf ear to it all. Right now, his mind was consumed by intense unease!Run!Just run!His shoes seemed to be melting off his f...On the road, vehicles rushed by, and the traffic lights were still flashing a glaring red.
Chen Zihang, as if possessed, ran wildly and dashed across the street.
Several cars slammed on their brakes, rolled down their windows, and drivers stuck their heads out, letting loose a string of curses and insults.
Chen Zihang turned a deaf ear to it all. Right now, his mind was consumed by intense unease!
Run!
Just run!
His shoes seemed to be melting off his feet.
In five minutes!
He came to the outside of an abandoned factory.
Police cars with their sirens blaring have surrounded the place, stretching out long yellow caution tape. Officers walk around with serious expressions.
His steps grew heavy as he slowly walked towards the factory.
"Sir, you can't come in! We're attending to something." An officer blocked his way.
Chen Zihang roared with red eyes: "I am the husband!"
Everyone present upon hearing this, their faces changed drastically, they instinctively stepped back, making way for a path, a path leading to oblivion.
Chen Zihang took a deep breath and stepped into the dark factory.
There, beneath a rusting shed overgrown with weeds, he saw the evidence of struggle and dragging. There, amidst the chaos, he found his wife Zhang Shuer, disheveled, distraught, and utterly terrified.
Two people look at each other!
The situation is like a broken dam, the flood can't be stopped!
"Honey!" she sobbed.
Chen Zihan didn't say anything, just rushed over and hugged him tightly.
Attempt to give a soothing and comforting feeling.
And tears, silently tracing paths across his resolute face.
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December 7, 2018.
This was an unforgettable day for Chen Zihang!
Wife Zhang Shuer was raped by three men and subsequently developed severe depression.
The original full two-person household was dragged to the abyss.
The police investigation has been going on for a long time with no results.
Chen Zihang doesn't care about the perpetrator; he is more concerned with his wife's mental state at the moment.
He quit his job and stayed with his wife day and night, not daring to leave her side for a single step.
Her former radiant and sweet smile was gone, replaced by a countenance of soul-crushing pain. She often cried out silently and couldn't sleep at night, for in her dreams those grotesque figures from the gang would come charging at her.
February 8, 2019.
On this day, Chen Zihang's heart was completely shattered, leaving his last hope in vain.
With a loud bang.
Wife Zhang Shuer jumped from the seventh-floor balcony, leaving only a pool of blood.
From that moment on, Chen Zihang was no longer sad, not even a single tear fell from his eyes. He had a blank expression, and only one thought remained in his mind.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
On the day of his wife's funeral, he gently carried her coffin, his voice choked with emotion as he said:
"Shuer, in the spirit of heaven, open your eyes."
"See how I got my revenge on you."
No one involved will get away with this.
"Death is too cheap for them... So, I've decided to make them wish they were dead."
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March 1st.
Financial Street, Dongheng Bank Headquarters, S-Class Insurance Room.
Only those favored by the gods may enter!
Not a billionaire, not qualified!
"Mr.! It's been a pleasure!" Bank President Li Xu bowed deeply, his face filled with anticipation.
Standing before him was a solemn and dark Chen Zihang, his eyes cold.
"Let's go!" Chen Zihan slowly started.
"Yes!" Li Xu took out the key and opened a top-of-the-line gold safe in front of him. He carefully took out a long, rectangular box and placed it on the table.
Chen Zihang waved his hand, brimming with the arrogance of those in power.
Li Xu respectfully bowed and retreated, saying: "I'll be just outside the door. I'll come in at your call."
The door closed!
Chen Zihang's divine power was complex. He opened the rectangular box with his hand, and inside lay thirteen jade needles quietly.
Seven large ones and six small ones.
Each one is crystal clear and exquisitely crafted!
These thirteen jade needles have been the subject of far too many legends and tales in the martial arts world, they are world renowned!
Ten years ago, a man appeared out of nowhere. He used thirteen jade needles to save people from death and send the living to hell.
Even the Kyoto's three great families, Rikken's six major zaibatsu clans, and the European Economic Association all benefited from his favor.
Countless adults, who had suffered head injuries, all wished for him to treat their illnesses with acupuncture.
He was revered as the medical saint of the underworld.
This is a miracle that modern medical technology cannot reach!
We are the inheritors of China's ancient medical tradition spanning millennia.
That's just such an incredible person, retiring from the world at their peak and vanishing without a trace.
He, he is Chen Zihang!
Back then, he met Zhang Shuer and decided to retreat back to an ordinary life. He sealed these thirteen jade needles inside the main branch of Dongsheng Bank.
He thought he would never use these thirteen golden needles again in his life.
Unexpectedly, fate played a trick on him, making him reborn.
"Heavens!"
"When we're born, I'll make a big splash and stir up some trouble for you to see."
Chen Zihang said softly, his arm shot out like electricity and he swiftly took the thirteen jade needles. He then stepped away.
When he stepped out of the bank, the whole world was destined to be shrouded in an inescapable haze!t.Several cars slammed on their brakes, rolled down their windows, and drivers stuck their heads out, letting loose a string of curses and insults.Chen Zihang turned a deaf ear to it all. Right now, h...