Chapter 709: A Biological Son Is Just a Tool

Zhang Jiangke asked this as a test.

He wanted to see if this fatty had caught him by 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 Zhang Jiangke finish his last puff of smoke, then toss the cigarette butt on the ground and crush it underfoot.

He was now completely at ease.

Cigarettes could soothe emotions.

At this moment, 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 rage.

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 make me truly convinced."

Zhang Jiangke looked at him, his face dark:

"Also, I need to confirm you have the ability to deliver on your promises."

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

"Alright."

Seeing Zhang Jiangke's firmness, 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 of Zhang Jiangke's suicide method, which was why he hadn't specified it outright.

Taking pills isn't the only way; if someone is ruthless, slashing their own throat can 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 it, its surface still damp with some liquid—either saliva or sweat.

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

"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 silently gazed 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 required instantaneous bursts of extreme speed and strength.

With his own build, achieving such speed and strength in an instant 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 preemptively because they're about to commit suicide.

It 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.

"Fine, 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 bear to leave Zhou Jiacheng behind, which is why you came to this rental?"