Chapter 944: The Enemy is Terrified

After some investigation, He Yuzhu finally brought all the clues out into the open—the source of those overwhelming rumors, without exception, all originated from the pages of several newspapers in Hong Kong.

The financiers backing these newspapers were notorious overseas NGOs. Under the guise of democracy and freedom, this group was secretly engaged in nothing but shady, despicable dealings.

After finishing the files on the bosses behind these newspapers, He Yuzhu curled his lips slightly and let out a cold laugh—it was indeed that future infamous Jimmy Lai.

Without a moment's delay, he set off immediately for Hong Kong.

After landing, he did not hesitate in his methods. The newspapers under Jimmy's name caught fire one after another; by the time the buildings were burned to the ground, only charred steel skeletons remained standing.

Overnight, public opinion in Hong Kong exploded, and all sorts of gossip flew everywhere. Some said he had committed too many evils in his daily life, having forced several female employees in his youth and spent money to have many rivals assassinated; there were even more outrageous rumors claiming he had offended Huang Daxian, which brought about this disaster...

Of course, these rumors were not groundless; do not forget that Xu Tian also controlled several local newspapers, and the direction of public opinion was naturally guided by him in the shadows.

As for Jimmy Lai himself, he did not remain arrogant for many more days.

While attending a public event, a section of old wire overhead fell without warning, striking him directly, and high-voltage current instantly surged through his entire body.

Everyone watched as he was electrocuted to a charred state on the spot, collapsing and dying instantly.

With this, the rumors in the streets that he had suffered divine retribution were completely confirmed.

Even more bizarre things followed; on the day of his funeral, a large group of weasels inexplicably scurried about the cemetery.

Not long after, Jimmy's son went out to sea on a yacht to relax, and no one could explain why the bottom of the boat suddenly leaked on a large scale, causing the entire yacht to sink straight into the deep sea.

When the body was salvaged a few days later, most of the torso had already been gnawed into a mangled mess by sharks.

On the other side, the fate of the Lin family was even more tragic.

Lin Feng's son, for reasons unknown, jumped straight from the office building where he worked, landing in a bloody mess; his grandson did not escape the catastrophe either—while sitting safely in the stands watching a baseball game, a high-speed batted ball struck him precisely in the forehead, causing severe injury on the spot.

The hospital tried its best to save him, but in the end, they could not save his life.

One bizarre death after another, each one filled with an indescribable eeriness.

Public opinion in both Hong Kong and Taiwan was in a complete uproar, with everyone saying that Jimmy Lai and the Lin family had been entangled by some inexplicable evil spirits.

For a time, anyone who had the slightest connection to Jimmy or the Lin family avoided them, fearing that this dark, ominous aura would rub off on them.

The news spread like wildfire and soon reached the interior of the Black Stone Group.

The more Lute reviewed the situation, the more he felt something was wrong; that elusive "Shadow," whose true identity no one knew, seemed inextricably linked to He Yuzhu.

He could not sit still and turned to seek verification from the CIA, only to be rebuffed once again.

The other party received him politely but avoided the topic throughout, refusing to take on the matter at all.

It was not that the CIA did not agree with Lute's judgment, but rather that the successive tragic deaths of Jimmy's family and the Lin family had truly terrified them.

These people were clear-headed; they were only hired to work for the CIA, not to sell their lives completely to the organization. While they were still in their positions, they had the agency as a backer, but once they retired and were alone, if they ended up with the same miserable fate as Jimmy, who would cover for them? In the past, no matter how ruthless He Yuzhu was, his targets were only locked onto the other party's assets, but now it was completely different—as long as someone wanted to harm him, he would surely destroy that person's entire family. This transformation made everyone who wanted to harm his family feel a chill down their spines, fearing him from the bottom of their hearts.

Yet Lute refused to believe this, so he personally set off for Taiwan, contacting local undercover agents and planning to recruit a group of people to join forces.

But after staying for a full week, even with the temptation of huge sums of money, no one was willing to get involved in this muddy water.

With no other options, he could only turn his gaze to the south, setting his sights on those desperate criminals in Southeast Asia.

These people had no bottom line or integrity to begin with; Lute threw in a huge amount of capital and soon recruited a group of professional killers who quietly infiltrated the mainland to wait for an opportunity.

Little did they know that He Yuzhu had already set up a net.

Inside and outside all major construction sites and factories, layers of strict security teams were deployed, and surveillance cameras were densely packed in every corner, leaving almost no blind spots.

However, this group of Southeast Asian killers could not complete the mission without local guides from Hong Kong or Taiwan.

As soon as they approached the controlled areas, before they could even carry out their actions, they would be captured by security personnel.

Of course, this achievement was inseparable from the all-encompassing surveillance system built by He Yuzhu.

He had spent a great deal of effort on this, from hardware equipment to self-developed recognition algorithms, handling everything personally, and had pushed the current level of security technology seven or eight years ahead of his previous life's era.

He Yuzhu personally interrogated several of the captured Filipino killers.

The group was taken to a detached villa in the suburbs of Huairou.

At first, these people were very stubborn and refused to confess, but no matter how hard the bones, they could not withstand the repeated treatment of water-soaked whips.

Before long, they confessed everything: a Filipino politician acted as an intermediary, helping Lute contact a group of desperate bodyguards under the command of drug traffickers.

He Yuzhu followed the clues to find that politician, and by simply pressing him into a water basin repeatedly for questioning, the other party immediately spilled the truth.

The person behind the scenes who provided the funding and layout was Lute, hiding in a luxury villa in Los Angeles.

He Yuzhu did not want to wait any longer, fearing that a long delay would lead to complications.

He contacted several old friends of his in Los Angeles and soon locked onto the exact address of Lute's private villa.

The system deducted two tons of gold as the price, and He Yuzhu used the Time Shuttle to arrive on the roof of Lute's house in an instant.

He climbed down from the roof, and the movements inside the house reached his ears clearly; a woman's scream was particularly piercing.

He Yuzhu waited quietly outside the window for a moment; the movements inside stopped, followed by the sound of splashing water from the bathroom.

He pushed open the window and climbed in.

The sound of water stopped abruptly; he was startled, thinking he had been discovered, but not long after, the woman began to blow-dry her hair.

The sound was loud, perfectly masking the noise of He Yuzhu's actions.

He Yuzhu pressed a pillow over Lute's nose and mouth.

The other party tried to struggle and resist, but he raised his hand and punched him unconscious, then picked up the pillow and pressed it tightly over Lute's nose and mouth.

After a short minute passed, the person on the bed was completely still.

He Yuzhu tucked him in, turned around, and returned directly to Si Jiu Cheng via the shuttle.

The cost of this space-time travel was not small, consuming a full four tons of gold, but fortunately, the entire process took very little time.

Not long after, the female secretary walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, looked at the motionless Lute, and assumed he was drunk and fast asleep; she didn't think much of it and even chuckled.

She pulled back the quilt, got into bed, turned off the bedside lamp, subconsciously snuggled up to Lute, and muttered a goodnight in Dutch.

The next day, when the light was bright, she reached out to push the person beside her, and the moment her fingertips touched Lute's arm, her whole body trembled as if struck by electricity.

Cold. Bone-chilling, stiff cold, like frozen meat just taken out of a cold storage.

She screamed in terror, rolled off the bed, and scrambled out of the villa's front door.

The neighbor across the street tending to the flowers and plants heard the sound and put down the hose, glanced at her, and cursed in a low voice: "Shameless woman, coming over to fool around just because someone's wife isn't home, how disgraceful."