Chapter 2968: Laying Bare the Intent! You Really Believe in the Ten Thousand Slaves King?!

Even if it were only through catching whispers on the wind, Zhang Lin could find corresponding evidence within them — of this, Wang Wang Canghai was utterly convinced.

It wasn't that he was trying to discourage others and undermine his own prestige; he had simply faced up to this reality. If, up to now, he couldn't even see this reality clearly, then Wang Wang Canghai's so-called comeback would seem all the more laughable.

Wang Wang Canghai on the other end of the phone was silent for a long moment. Zhang Lin, meanwhile, merely chuckled — he had never found the other's reaction strange, from start to finish.

On the surface, he had adjusted his entire state and returned to that old confidence of his; in truth, Wang Wang Canghai's heart was even more uncertain. He had no idea how to face the plans Zhang Lin would set in motion afterward.

Moreover, Zhang Lin had been pressing him hard all along. If Zhang Lin had simply driven Wang Wang Canghai into a dead end, that would be one thing — but the strange thing was that, in this back-and-forth, Zhang Lin would, every single time, leave a few openings for Wang Wang Canghai to seize.

If the readers above the New Moon Restaurant learned of Wang Wang Canghai's identity and looked at Zhang Lin's way of handling things, they would, at the very first moment, raise objections — in their understanding, Zhang Lin had absolutely no need to act this way.

Since Wang Wang Canghai was still alive, and the secrets of immortality hidden on him, along with all those past mysteries, all needed answers obtained.

Then the first thing to do would be to contact the authorities and have Wang Wang Canghai taken into custody. They believed that, under Zhang Lin's command, there was absolutely such an opportunity.

Rather than endlessly leaving Wang Wang Canghai room for侥幸, letting him think about how to turn the tables — from this point alone, it was entirely to be expected that these people could not keep up with Zhang Lin's rhythm.

At the very least, Zhang Lin was not as shallow as they imagined. Wanting to know those so-called mysteries and simply seizing Wang Wang Canghai to torture him for answers was utterly useless.

They would not obtain any information of value, and might very well be unknowingly led by Wang Wang Canghai's rhythm — that was not the outcome Zhang Lin wanted to see.

But for Zhang Lin, what he had to do was make Wang Wang Canghai voluntarily speak those things out himself. This, in a way, was directly driving Wang Wang Canghai into a dead end!

Every step he took was not, in fact, leaving Wang Wang Canghai an opening — it was digging, endlessly, an inescapable pit for him.

For a person, what truly drives them onto a path of no return is not the despair that seeps into the very bone; it is the hope they themselves believe in. And when all that hope is annihilated in an instant, that moment is the most fitting time to slap Wang Wang Canghai dead in one strike.

For a person, what truly drives them to utter despair isn't the kind of hopelessness that seeps into their very bones—it's the hope they believe in themselves. And when all that hope is snuffed out in an instant, that precise moment is the most fitting time to slap Wang Wang Canghai dead.