Chapter 120: Deathbed Entrustment

Su Ming put the newly forged Black Blade Sword into its sheath.

But he found that his scabbard had a problem.

The Frost-Flame Death-Mark was too sharp, and his scabbard couldn't even contain it.

Especially the sword tip, which directly pierced through the scabbard under the pull of gravity and slid out.

Su Ming’s expression was grave, and he had to recast a few scabbards.

Still following the previous specifications.

He used up all the remaining steel scraps.

He directly crafted a few scabbards made of black jade material, smooth and exquisite.

They fit Su Ming’s temperament perfectly.

After equipping them, Su Ming looked like a master swordsman.

"Now there’s no problem."

With all swords in their sheaths, Su Ming let out a deep breath.

"The equipment has been upgraded, and my level is also very high."

"This dungeon trip was very good."

Su Ming’s mouth curled slightly, and he stretched.

These days, he was truly exhausted!

"Rest a bit, recover some mental energy, and then it’s time to go out."

Afterward, he made some food, ate it, and recovered his mental energy.

Suddenly, Su Ming discovered that there were hundreds of unread messages in his personal mail.

"Hmm?"

"During this time, I’ve had almost no communication with the outside world."

"It’s about time to check the letters."

Su Ming’s will moved, and a screen appeared.

The first message to come through was from a man.

Name: Jiang Yongli.

Chairman of the Jiang’an Consortium...

What does this person want with me?

Su Ming frowned, feeling some hesitation in his heart, and clicked it open immediately.

For some reason, he always had a bad premonition.

The moment the message appeared, Su Ming’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

It was a video message!

In the video, a middle-aged man with broad shoulders was sitting in his chairman’s chair.

It was the top floor of the Jiang’an Building.

He looked calm, staring at the camera.

"Su Ming, hello, I am Yunqing’s father, Jiang Yongli."

"I don't expect you to do exactly as I say in the following words; after all, it’s unrealistic for a young class-changer who just graduated to deal with an entire massive family entrenched in the Dragon Kingdom."

"I don't have any deep friendship with you either."

"However, I still hope you can remember these words."

Speaking of this, he gave a bitter smile, his voice filled with self-deprecation.

A business tycoon of a generation, now reduced to entrusting hope to a student who just graduated.

It really was a decline...

Su Ming’s expression was grave; he could already see the clues from Jiang Yongli’s facial expression.

This man... was going to die.

Or rather, he knew he was going to die.

This was the look only someone about to face death would have.

Su Ming had killed too many people; he knew all the characteristics of those about to die.

It had to be said that Chairman Jiang indeed had some backbone, being so graceful and polite even before his death.

Calm in the face of danger, composed and relaxed.

Worthy of a man who had held a high position for many years.

In the video, Jiang Yongli crossed his hands, frowned, and said.

"First of all, the Jiang’an Consortium has been gradually hollowed out in the confrontation with the Zhang family over these years; I have tried everything, but I am powerless."

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Ming’s eyes flickered.

The Zhang family?

So it was the Zhang family’s doing.

They really had great energy...

After all, one was just a business consortium, while the other was an old-fashioned family with great influence throughout the Dragon Kingdom.

There was indeed a gap in strength.

Although the gap was small, it existed nonetheless.

Sometimes, in battles between behemoths, only a slight difference was needed to crush like a landslide.

"All the power of the Jiang family has been slowly eroded."

"I can only watch as the business empire passed down by my ancestors is legitimately occupied by others."

"But I’m not surprised; in fact, I anticipated this day several years ago."

"It’s just that I didn't expect us to collapse so quickly, faster than I anticipated..."

"Even so fast that I didn't have time to save much."

Speaking of this, his expression was a bit cold, seemingly a bit angry.

But in the end, he didn't explode.

"But... I have also tried my best to save some precious items from the assets, thinking they might help you; they have already been placed in your attachments."

"I don't ask for much; I don't expect you to help my daughter win back the assets. I only hope you can protect their lives."

"The means don't matter; hiding them at the ends of the earth or in some remote dungeon is fine."

"As long as they are alive."

Su Ming frowned.

The situation was actually this severe?

Truly a deathbed entrustment?

"I have finished speaking."

He didn't beg Su Ming for a promise, nor did he have any extra words.

He knew that promises were the most meaningless things.

So, he actually didn't entrust all his hope to Su Ming.

He had sent videos and gifts to many people.

He sent this message to many of Jiang Yunqing’s friends, teachers, and classmates.

He hoped that among these people, there would be one who knew how to repay kindness.

As long as there was one... one was enough!

It wouldn't be a loss.

Afterward, in the video, an old man entered from outside the door.

He had white hair and a white beard, looking like he had a very high level.

This old man was named Lei Chen.

He had been Jiang Yongli’s secretary, butler, and bodyguard.

"Chairman, it is time for you to die."

Lei Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his tone heavy.

His voice was hoarse and old.

He raised his wrist slightly, and purple lightning flashed within it, condensing into a long sword.

It looked terrifyingly powerful.

That’s right, Lei Chen had defected.

The closest butler by Jiang Yongli’s side, the old butler who had worked diligently for the Jiang’an Consortium for decades, the person he trusted most, had defected.

One could imagine how terrifying the Zhang family’s infiltration methods were.

Looking at Lei Chen, Jiang Yongli slowly stood up.

"Old Lei, I didn't expect you to have broken into the Fifth-Turn; it seems the Zhang family’s conditions were indeed generous."

He narrowed his eyes and said.

"No wonder you would betray me."

Lei Chen nodded.

"Thank you for understanding."

"After all, I have been stuck at this level for over twenty years."

Afterward, he paused and sighed, saying.

"Sorry... Chairman."

As he spoke, he stepped forward slowly.

The lightning sword hovered and pointed at Jiang Yongli.

In his old and turbid eyes, there was actually a hint of hidden apology and guilt.