Chapter 709: A Biological Son Is Just a Tool

Zhang Jiangke asked this as a test.

He wanted to see if this fat man had caught him through his own ability.

In the end, he still couldn’t believe that the one who finally found him was a young man barely over twenty.

“Is it even meaningful to say this now?”

Yu Dazhang watched as Zhang Jiangke finished his last puff of smoke, then tossed the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it underfoot.

He was now completely at ease.

Cigarettes could soothe emotions.

At this point, Zhang Jiangke’s emotions had stabilized; it was unlikely he would act out violently.

Suicide required courage. Yu Dazhang had delayed time and offered him a cigarette precisely to calm his emotions and drain away his resolve.

So Yu Dazhang felt he could relax a little.

In the coming conversation, he no longer needed to be as cautious as before.

“You want me to go with you, but you must at least make me convinced.”

Zhang Jiangke looked at him, his face dark:

“Also, I need to confirm you have the ability to fulfill your promises.”

Yu Dazhang understood he meant the promise to conceal the truth from Zhou Jiacheng.

“Fine.”

Seeing Zhang Jiangke’s determination, Yu Dazhang nodded and said:

“I can talk, but before that, you must also assure me you’re not a threat—you know what I mean.”

He wasn’t certain how Zhang Jiangke planned to kill himself, which was why he hadn’t specified.

Taking pills wasn’t the only way; if someone was ruthless, slashing their own throat could achieve swift death.

But Zhang Jiangke certainly wouldn’t choose such a bloody method.

“You mean this, right?”

Zhang Jiangke extended his right hand, palm open, revealing a white capsule on his palm, its surface still damp with some liquid—either saliva or sweat.

He placed the capsule on the coffee table in front of him and explained:

“Sodium cyanide. Just 0.1 grams is lethal. This pill’s dosage far exceeds the lethal amount; once ingested, there is no chance of survival.”

After speaking, he took another cigarette from the pack, lit it, and sat quietly, gazing across at him.

Yu Dazhang stared at the capsule on the coffee table and calculated in his mind.

The distance was nearly two meters—not long, but to rush forward and seize the pill would require instantaneous bursts of extreme speed and strength.

With his own build, achieving such speed and power in such a short time was nearly impossible.

After all, the pill was right in front of Zhang Jiangke; he could reach it with a simple motion.

Drawing his gun to shoot could stop him from swallowing it, but Yu Dazhang dismissed the idea immediately.

If Zhang Jiangke was killed, the aftermath would be impossible to explain.

After all, Zhang Jiangke hadn’t threatened him; you can’t just shoot someone dead because they’re trying to commit suicide and you want to stop them.

That wouldn’t hold up.

After careful consideration, Yu Dazhang ultimately chose the safest course.

At least the pill was no longer in Zhang Jiangke’s hand; the situation was shifting in his favor.

“Alright, since you want to hear it, I’ll tell you.”

Yu Dazhang spoke slowly:

“Do you think I’m going to say you still have humanity, that you can’t let go of Zhou Jiacheng, which is why you came to this rental?”