Chapter 80: The Task of the Chaebol's Youngest Son Concludes

In reality, some things don't ferment that quickly, but games are different.

When Wen Xishu discovered four stars hovering above his head, a red alarm circle had already begun to appear around him.

That was the police cars closing in.

In reality, it certainly couldn't be this fast, but in Scorpio Mode, the four-star wanted level caused police cars to spawn around Wen Xishu in a short amount of time.

If it weren't for the pressing time and critical situation, Wen Xishu would have liked to chat with these suddenly appearing police cars and ask these officers if they themselves knew what was going on.

But right now, Wen Xishu had to run.

Behind him, there were still hundreds of people in green clothes rushing at him like vicious dogs. And as time passed...

The malice in the eyes of these people in green grew increasingly intense, as if they wanted to swallow Wen Xishu alive.

When An Jincheng saw the blood-covered Wen Xishu in the red Ferrari, he was shocked:

"Your friend... what kind of freak constitution does he have? He actually fought his way out!"

Although this result didn't surprise An Jincheng, after all, Wen Xishu himself claimed to be a miracle.

But actually seeing a person holding a ham knife, fighting from the 42nd floor to the 1st floor, still felt shocking. After all, during the process of going downstairs, An Jincheng clearly felt that there were more people in green on Wen Xishu's side.

Wen Xishu began to sprint, his speed several steps faster than the group of people in green behind him.

He ran faster and faster, feeling his body's adrenaline secreting wildly.

This sense of stimulation made Wen Xishu's brain exceptionally active:

"An Jincheng, don't you have connections for smuggling! Contact the smugglers now, you're free! You've been preparing for a thousand days to use them for a moment! Contact them!"

Wen Xishu finally stepped onto the Ferrari amidst his roaring.

This supercar was a two-seater, but squeezing in one more person was no problem. A-Miao said:

"A-Shu, where are we driving!"

An Jincheng also knew that this was not the time to be coy, and he said:

"Renchuangang! Renchuangang!"

But he suddenly realized something was wrong:

"But what about my brother!"

A-Miao's car had already driven out of the Miracle Building's perimeter. The moment Wen Xishu stepped into the car, the red Ferrari shot off like an arrow from a bow! It sped toward the distance in just a breath's time.

It was also at this moment that Wen Xishu discovered that all the people in green at the Miracle Building paused for a few seconds.

That was because the dagger had already left the radiation range.

When the Scorpio game knife left the specific scene, the Miracle Building lost its eerie power.

A few seconds were enough for A-Miao to drive the car to a distance where the staff couldn't even see the taillights.

Above A-Miao's head, four wanted stars also appeared.

"Can we shake off these police?" Wen Xishu didn't immediately answer An Jincheng's question; he looked back, staring at the Miracle Building that was getting further and further away.

A-Miao said:

"No problem, I just received a prompt, I chose to shake off the pursuit, and the judgment was a great success!"

An Jincheng didn't understand what these two were talking about at all.

Wen Xishu said:

"A-Miao, your luck is really good. An Jincheng, where is your brother now! Contact him quickly! Tell him to head to Renchuangang too, if necessary, we can go pick him up!"

An Jincheng immediately dialed An Youxuan's number. Usually, their grandfather did not allow them to talk at will.

But today, after doing these crazy things, An Jincheng didn't care anymore.

He had to show his cards; Wen Xishu's story was too absurd, but for his brother's safety, he had to take a gamble.

Amidst the rushing wind, An Jincheng lowered his body to prevent the airflow from making it impossible for him to speak.

The call went through quickly.

"A-Cheng? Why did you call suddenly?"

"Brother, can you come with me? Let's escape this city together... where are you now, we'll come pick you up!"

An Jincheng's voice was a bit low. He believed in his heart in the bond between himself and his brother.

But when these words were actually spoken... he still felt insecure.

Leaving this city, giving up everything he had now. Giving up the efforts and layouts that had started since elementary school.

He had said it, he was almost able to change the world.

An Jincheng knew very well what escaping this city meant for someone like his brother.

Sure enough, An Youxuan on the other end of the phone said:

"A-Cheng, stop fooling around. Whatever you want to do, just wait a bit, I'm very busy lately. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

He couldn't hang up. An Jincheng had a feeling that with such a big commotion, their grandfather already knew. Perhaps the moment Wen Xishu pulled out that knife, their grandfather already knew.

Now was the time to race against time.

An Jincheng said:

"Grandfather wants to kill me! And he wants to kill you too! Brother, I'm sorry, whether you believe it or not... I have to tell you, please, come with me! Grandfather has already gone mad!"

In the entire plan, only An Youxuan was completely unaware.

An Youxuan's answer made An Jincheng feel somewhat desperate:

"Little brother, you can't joke about Grandfather. It was he who gave us the opportunity to inherit the empire. Especially recently, I must perform better in front of Grandfather."

Yes, An Jincheng understood that at this time, in order to stabilize An Youxuan as a backup sacrifice, Grandfather would naturally promise some things.

Wen Xishu was also a bit anxious. If they couldn't take An Youxuan away... then perhaps the completion rate of this mission would be high, but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to obtain the next hidden mission fragment, right?

Countless images flashed through An Jincheng's mind; those were the bits and pieces of his childhood with An Youxuan. In the end, he couldn't give up the brother who had bitten off someone else's ear to protect him.

But he really had no way; he really didn't know how to make his brother believe such an outrageous and absurd story.

A thousand words gathered at this moment, and he only said one sentence:

"Renchuangang... I will go to Renchuangang, brother, this is the last time."

The phone was hung up; An Youxuan was clearly very busy.

Wen Xishu said:

"A-Miao. Go to Renchuangang..."

Actually, they had been on the way to Renchuangang all along, but A-Miao heard the helplessness in this last sentence.

Wen Xishu stared at An Jincheng:

"Now, we can only pray that after this knife is taken away, the Reverse Seven Ritual cannot be completed."

An Jincheng was a bit wilted. Just as Wen Xishu said, he really had no way to persuade his brother.

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Jicheng, Three-Ball Group Headquarters.

After hanging up his brother's phone, An Youxuan originally intended to continue handling company affairs; recently, prices had been pushed by an invisible hand.

People had heard various rumors, and some had even started hoarding supplies.

For the Three-Ball Group, this was an opportunity. He was indeed very busy.

But when he prepared to sign with the fountain pen in his hand, An Youxuan suddenly paused.

He remembered.

"This is the last time."

"Promise me, A-Cheng, this is the last time."

The line spoken by the brother in the manga who betrayed the whole village but couldn't let go of his younger brother was just said by A-Cheng a moment ago.

And this sentence, he had also said to A-Cheng, in that hospital room.

As smart as An Youxuan was, he suddenly thought that his brother hadn't been naughty for a long time.

Ever since that time in the hospital room, after asking his brother not to do things that hurt himself anymore, his brother had really become very obedient.

"Bai Muen."

"Mr. An, at your service."

An Youxuan looked at the secretary beside him. This was a girl whose work style was very similar to An Youxuan's. Meticulous, serious, and solemn.

"Has your brother ever told you anything very absurd, something that sounded incredible but felt incomparably real?"

Bai Muen didn't expect Mr. An to ask a question unrelated to work, but she still answered very seriously:

"Yes, but it wasn't the truth, it was just that he was adamant that it was something that would happen. That was six years ago, my brother took my hand and said he wanted to take me to the mountains in Longshan District to take refuge because the end of the world was coming. At that time, too many people believed it, and later a movie was even made."

"However, I didn't believe it at the time."

When Bai Muen said these words, she was also meticulous.

An Youxuan nodded:

"That's about the same; the content my brother just told me is just as absurd as what your brother said six years ago."

An Youxuan intended to continue working. Seeing this, Secretary Bai suddenly said:

"But I think I should have gone."

An Youxuan was a bit surprised. He admired Bai Muen's robot-like personality—not saying unnecessary words, not doing unnecessary things, clean, efficient.

So he was slightly puzzled:

"Hmm?"

Bai Muen said:

"After my parents died, I think he must have wanted me to accompany him. Whether it was true or not, at that moment, my brother really wanted to protect me. I was preparing for an English exam at the time, and I refused."

"However, if I don't refuse... perhaps this memory will become very interesting. I am a boring person. If I had to choose now, I would hope my past could have made some childish mistakes."

Speaking of this, Bai Muen's face suddenly flushed slightly:

"I'm sorry, I talked too much today."

An Youxuan nodded:

"It is a bit much, not really like you. But it's not bad; you could try talking more often."

An Youxuan closed his eyes, and after about five seconds:

"Contact Old Wu; I need to make a trip to Renchuangang."

Bai Muen did not ask why and immediately began contacting the Old Wu An Youxuan spoke of—a retired driver named Wu Feichi, who was said to have once challenged Bayinbuluke using a car that was behind the times.

He is now An Youxuan's exclusive driver. An Youxuan rarely uses Old Wu, but has always been providing him with money to support Old Wu's family of three.

Usually, An Youxuan uses the driver arranged by his grandfather.

Only An Youxuan's most trusted Secretary Bai knew of this person, Old Wu. Bai Muen also understood very well that Mr. An's approach was the approach of a smart man.

Some drivers can take Mr. An to various occasions.

And there are other drivers who are best left unused, because once they are used, it means a life-or-death crisis.

"Work is left to you. My younger brother's acting bug has bitten him, but... you're right, I am too serious and too boring. My memories should have a bit more childish parts. It's just this once, anyway."

An Youxuan began walking toward the underground garage.

Fate has its strokes of genius. After the apocalypse broke out, Bai Muen and her younger brother, as ordinary people, could hardly survive. In the current trajectory of fate... Secretary Bai had indeed died.

But she did not expect that, with the intervention of Wen Xishu, she finally had the opportunity to demonstrate her sincerity toward An Youxuan.

Recalling those heartfelt words from her younger brother... began to quietly change her predetermined fate.

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Jicheng was in complete chaos.

The airport was blockaded, and the train station was blockaded. It seemed as if all the police cars in Jicheng had been dispatched, and there were even armed helicopters in the sky.

A Miao squeezed every bit of memory from her mind, driving the red Ferrari to its absolute limit!

Meanwhile, on another road leading to Renchuangang, Wu Feichi said:

"Don't worry, Boss! I've never fought such a rich battle! What was I usually given to drive? Today I'm driving a Maybach! Even if a monster riding an eight-legged steed came, it would still have to eat my exhaust!"

Wu Feichi really wasn't joking.

An Youxuan only felt the scenery around him receding rapidly; he had never experienced this kind of speed before.

He had just checked and found that today was very strange; he didn't know what had happened in Jicheng, but all airports were in a state of lockdown.

This city seemed to have been blocked off; no one could leave.

Just at this moment, a phone call came in.

The caller ID read—An Rongzai.

"Grandfather, please speak."

An Youxuan said in a respectful tone.

"Youxuan, come back. No matter what you are doing, stop immediately."

"Grandfather, I don't quite understand what you mean?"

An Youxuan suddenly felt a bit panicked inside.

"You have always been obedient, and your uncles are not as good as you. Youxuan, come back. Do not mess around with your younger brother."

An Rongzai's voice was full of an old man's kindness, but at the same time, it carried a hidden majesty.

This kind of majesty, in fact, could not be felt if one were not an An family member.

Every An family member's fear of An Rongzai was carved into their bones. An Youxuan and An Jincheng were no exceptions.

An Youxuan said:

"Grandfather, did my brother do something to offend you? Tell me, I will go educate him now; I can persuade him."

An Youxuan seemed to hear a sigh from An Rongzai on the other end of the line:

"Youxuan, I will only say this once, and you know I don't joke. If you stop now, you will be the future heir of the Three-Ball Group. Do not mess around with your brother. Do not be like your brother, abandoning the fundamentals to pursue the trivial, losing the big for the small."

For a moment, An Youxuan wanted to have Old Wu stop.

But his mind was filled with An Jincheng's somewhat helpless and desperate, "This is the last time." That sentence seemed to have magic; both brothers seemed to care particularly about that phrase.

From childhood to adulthood, An Youxuan knew that he could not be indecisive:

"I'm sorry, Grandfather. Please allow me to mess around with A-Cheng once!"

He truly felt that saying these words was the greatest act of rebellion in his life; he didn't even know what these words meant himself.

But he said them anyway.

Although Wu Feichi had no idea what had happened, he felt that when a man said such things, it was worth slamming on the gas! All the way to the floor!

He felt as if he had returned to that death track from many years ago!

"Woo-hoo! Boss, cheers to your rebellion!"

The full-speed Maybach truly surpassed fate!

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Jicheng, Tongque District, Shanshui Villa.

On the private golf course, a female caddy dressed in cool, youthful attire was setting up the golf ball for An Rongzai.

Beside An Rongzai was his confidant of several decades, Jin Zaimin.

"Chairman, should we continue to intercept? Young Master Jincheng's car is unclear for now, but we can keep tracking Young Master Youxuan's car. Currently, it looks like they are heading to Renchuangang."

"Once they reach Renchuangang, they only need two hours to enter the waters of Longxia."

Jin Zaimin kept his head low, reporting at a fast pace. He waited for the Chairman's reply, but received none for a long time.

At this moment, he gently raised his head and found that this true master of Jicheng had a look of reflection on his face.

This was rare, because this figure, feared by all of Jicheng, could not be a person who liked to reflect.

But this time, An Rongzai reflected for a long time; he was silent for a long time, and the expression on his face gradually faded to nothing, looking like an abyss at a glance.

"Zaimin, you are one of the few who know about this plan. Now, what do you think I should do?"

Jin Zaimin said:

"At least... at least keep Young Master Youxuan."

An Rongzai gave a look to the female caddy, and she immediately and respectfully brought over a chair.

An Rongzai sat on the chair and said softly:

"It is already over. But continue to maintain the pursuit. However, do not catch up to them."

Jin Zaimin found it hard to understand:

"Could you... could you tell me your intention in doing this?"

An Rongzai looked toward the distant sky:

"Scorpio told me that Jincheng peeked at the plan. So when Jincheng was willing to take charge of the project, I knew he did not meet the requirements for the greedy sacrifice."

"I think Youxuan should meet them. He only has the Three-Ball Group in his eyes; look, how much he resembles me back then."

Many years ago, there was also such a person in An Rongzai's life. But after that person died, An Rongzai only had ambition and greed in his eyes, becoming a workaholic who would stop at nothing to strengthen the Three-Ball Group, and he also created the greatest myth of Jicheng.

"But today, I discovered something very interesting. My grandson Youxuan... he lied to me."

"He obeyed me his whole life, yet chose to rebel once just before I showed signs of handing the group over to him. I quite like such a little grandson. Can you imagine him refusing my order? Hahahaha..."

The old man's smile was complex:

"So Zaimin, he is also not a qualified sacrifice; he is also abandoning the fundamentals to pursue the trivial, losing the big for the small, and is not worth using. Since he is not a sacrifice either, then why should I still pursue them?"

Jin Zaimin understood. He believed that the Chairman definitely had family affection, but in this world, nothing could compare to permanent rule.

The Chairman could sacrifice any close relative or loved one without hesitation for the continuation of his own rule. But if these close relatives and loved ones no longer had any need to be sacrificed, he would not do meaningless things.

So in the final analysis—when the two young masters had the courage to resist, when they could put everything down for brotherly love, they also had the opportunity to survive.

The person who awakened that courage in them was also their savior.

"Then since the two young masters can survive... why not let them come back?"

An Rongzai shook his head:

"I will not die; I will continue to chase miracles. The Three-Ball Group, and even this world, are what I love most. For this... I can kowtow to Scorpio, kneel before it, but I know I will become a terror that surpasses them."

"But those two children are different from me. They have already found the people they want to protect in life. Just consider this the last mercy of an old man."

"Zaimin, go prepare the other plan."

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On the edge of Jicheng, the red Ferrari had already left the police cars behind. The four-star wanted level meant the surrounding police cars were dense.

But A Miao's faith was absolutely pure; she silently recited "My Lord protect me," and whenever a choice appeared or she had to contend with the entangling police cars, she was able to trigger a great success, performing several feats that left even Wen Xishu dumbfounded.

They were already very close to Renchuangang. In another half a minute, they would be able to leave the territory of Jicheng.

Wen Xishu could feel that this mission probably only had these last thirty minutes left.

Wen Xishu still felt some regret that he hadn't been able to take An Youxuan away as well. This wilted An Jincheng also made him inexplicably irritable, as if the fool deep in his heart was the one feeling irritable.

But just at this moment... they finally entered the range of Renchuangang.

A huge white light instantly swallowed everything. A prompt suddenly appeared, and A Miao and Wen Xishu had actually both entered a time-stop state.

"This, what is happening!"

"What is going on! I haven't used the invitation to return yet, have I?"

Both of them felt doubts arise in their hearts.

The following prompt left the two of them greatly shocked and also greatly surprised.

[Due to the massive shift in the original destiny trajectory of the seventh floor of the Desire Tower, "The Youngest Son of a Conglomerate," secondary missions such as "Seven Miracles of Reversal" and "Happy Family of Six" will be restarted.]

[All players currently participating in this mission (excluding invitation holders) will have their memory modules synchronized and altered.]

[Memory module alteration in progress.]

[Displaying the original destiny trajectory of the Trick Tower: After An Jincheng was judged as a failed sacrifice, An Rongzai killed An Jincheng, disguising everything as an accident. An Youxuan, unaware of all this, underwent a transformation in character after losing his younger brother, becoming increasingly similar to An Rongzai and devoting himself heart and soul to conquest and expansion.]

[Yet because of this, he became An Rongzai's most perfect sacrifice. The Seven Miracles of Reversal plan proceeded smoothly, and thus the demon of Qicheng was born.]

Wen Xishu was first startled, then delighted. The content displayed in the original destiny trajectory could be called the worst ending.

But since it is the original version... that means this version has already been overturned, and the new story content has been anchored!

Wen Xishu's brain turned even faster than the system prompts! He became excited; he had originally thought he hadn't achieved the best ending, after all, An Youxuan hadn't shown up.

But he suddenly realized that the worst ending was An Jincheng dying and An Youxuan becoming the sacrifice. If the current route is An Jincheng escaping and An Youxuan becoming the sacrifice... then in essence, it should still be the worst ending.

But now, the ending has been overturned, and he vaguely sensed: could it be that An Youxuan followed him?

The answer soon emerged.

[Trick Tower is initiating logic repair simulation; original version memories are being thoroughly modified and reorganized.]

[Simulation starting.]

The ending of the Desire Tower section was a bit rushed because I felt it was too long, but when the side story event starts on Qidian... brothers reuniting, saving Secretary Bai, and small characters like Wu Feichi can all be written about then; let's push the story forward for now.

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