Chapter 565: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes

In the trunk, the assassin woke up.

Immediately he felt that a tooth was missing from his mouth, the false tooth that had been used to hide things was gone.

A rag was stuffed in his mouth, so even if the false tooth were still there, he couldn't kill himself.

This was merely a precaution.

Because assassinating Zhang Shangxun, this matter is too big.

Given Taixun Group's current assets, it's no exaggeration to say that taking out Zhang Shangxun,

is no different from taking out the big boss.

Even the uproar caused would be greater.

Originally this was a perfect plan, with no mishaps expected,

The result……

Just thinking about Zhang Shangxun's strange movement and speed, the assassin's eyes filled with intense fear.

Although he was always prepared to die if he failed, he didn't necessarily have to die!

He isn't an emotionless robot.

Not only was his mouth stuffed, his hands and feet were also tied, and worse, his body was numb, he couldn't exert any strength.

The car hadn't moved, presumably it wasn't driving……

But soon the assassin felt the car start moving.

"Dong chi dong chi dong chi……"

It moved with a rhythm, like slowly going over a speed bump.

Rock music involuntarily appeared in his mind.

The car's shaking continued for over half an hour, finally stopping.

After a few minutes, it began normal driving.

Then after about another half hour, the car stopped again.

Soon, the trunk opened.

A beam of blinding light shone on the assassin's face.

The assassin involuntarily closed his eyes.

Then he was dragged out of the trunk by someone.

This time, after opening his eyes, what appeared before him was a dimly lit small house made of bricks and stones.

There were four people inside the house.

Three young people, and a chubby middle-aged man.

The assassin was placed on a chair.

"Speak, who had you do this?"

The middle-aged man removed the rag from the assassin's mouth and asked.

The assassin lowered his head, saying nothing.

He knew he was surely doomed to die; even if he spoke, it would be a dead end.

"Heh!"

The chubby middle-aged man snorted coldly, waved his hand and said, "Serve him the dishes, don't kill him."

"Shangxun brother, where is this?"

Outside the house, Zhang Shangmei, standing beside Lin Feng, asked curiously.

At this time, Lin Feng was leaning against the car, smoking.

Before he could answer, Zhang Shangmei heard a shrill scream coming from inside the house.

This sound made Zhang Shangmei shrink her neck in fright.

Lin Feng said lightly: "This is a poor district; now Taixun Group's subsidiary Taixun Real Estate has taken over this land, preparing to build buildings, and the people here have already moved out."

"Oh!"

Zhang Shangmei nodded.

She also tried to lean against the car like Lin Feng.

Unexpectedly, as soon as her butt touched the car body, it hurt.

"Hiss~"

Zhang Shangmei gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.

She had fallen when she came, it was quite bad, yes.

There are some things Zhang Shangmei knows she shouldn't ask; listening to the screams from the house, she remained silent.

After ten or so minutes, a chubby middle-aged man walked out.

After coming up to Lin Feng, he bowed low and said, "President, that kid has confessed. It's……"

The rest of the words, the chubby middle-aged man leaned into Lin Feng's ear and whispered.

Lin Feng nodded and let out a cold smile.

He originally thought it was some other conglomerate bigwig who was clueless, ordering someone to do it.

But he didn't expect it to be someone Lin Feng knew.

An old man who thought himself pretty badass.

In Lin Feng's impression, this person was like the Han he had seen, again in my life, that kind of figure as Zhao Yiyuan.

Coincidentally, that person also had the surname Zhao.

It's a pity that this TV drama was okay early on, but later it became somewhat lacking……

After Lin Feng turned back from the divine arrival, he asked the middle‑aged fat man, "Are you sure?"

The middle‑aged fat man nodded and said, "President, I'm absolutely certain. Actually, I know this person…"

The fat man revealed the assassin's identity.

As the top Society People gang leader in Han Guo, the fat man knows many people.

And the assassin has close ties with the Society People gang.

"He wouldn't dare lie, because we know his wife, children, parents…"

After the fat man finished, Lin Feng patted his shoulder and said calmly, "Take care of him!"

Having said that, he swung the car door open and got in.

After starting the car, Lin Feng glanced at the time; it was exactly eight p. m.

After the car had driven a while, Zhang Shangmei, seated in the passenger seat, said, "Brother Zhang Shangxun, you need to be careful; during this period you've ruined too many people's good fortunes…"

Zhang Shangmei reminded Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded, "Don't worry! I'm going out alone this time precisely to lure those people in."

Lin Feng drove, taking Zhang Shangmei to the spot where she had parked.

It was several hundred meters away from the site of the truck explosion.

By now the car's fire had already been extinguished.

A crowd of people gathered there.

After Zhang Shangmei got out, she drove away in her sports car.

Lin Feng put on leather gloves, got out of the car, walked a short distance, and smashed the window of a sedan parked by the roadside.

He opened the car door and got back in.

Then he drove toward Zhao Yiyuan's residence.

Lin Feng's revenge has never taken more than a night.

Cui Minyu lasted so long before meeting his end because keeping him around was advantageous.

But Zhao Yiyuan was different.

Having his subordinates from the Society People do it might not succeed, and it would take a long time.

While the car was moving, Lin Feng recalled the circumstances of his recent meeting with Zhao Yiyuan.

The old man, in his early sixties, had a face flushed with a reddish glow and a perpetually gentle smile.

Zhao Yiyuan politely suggested that Lin Feng support him.

That is, to provide him with a large amount of funds for his arrangements.

And also, to cooperate with him in everyday matters…

Put bluntly, it means being a dog behind his back.

The benefit Lin Feng receives is… Zhao Yiyuan won't make things difficult for him.

That's all.

For Lin Feng, this matter is not up for discussion at all.

He didn't expect Zhao Yiyuan to be so decisive.

If the Tai Xun Group couldn't be struck down by other means in a short time, then simply annihilate him personally.

At the same moment.

Zhao Yiyuan was sitting in the study, drinking tea.

His expression appeared very calm, but after lifting the teacup, one could see the tea rippling slightly.

Sending an assassin to deal with the rising star Zhang Shangxun, Zhao Yiyuan had given it careful thought.

First, the Zhang Family is now ruled solely by Zhang Shangxun; the other members are either imprisoned or incompetent.

As soon as Zhang Shangxun dies, the Tai Xun Group will collapse instantly, like the Cui Family.

The rest need not do anything; other conglomerates will swarm like sharks smelling blood.

They will soon be able to crush the Tai Xun Group.

And the personnel he pre‑arranged will reap the fisherman's profit.

This method would be ineffective if applied to another family.

Unless, like the Cui Family, they die out in one blow, completely.

With Zhao Yiyuan's abilities, he is far from achieving that.

The Zhang Family has few members, power is concentrated, and Zhang Shangxun is young… these are, in Zhao Yiyuan's view, Zhang Shangxun's greatest weaknesses.

Before finishing his tea, Zhao Yiyuan's assistant, a woman in her thirties with a good figure and appearance, walked over.

"Any news?"

Zhao Yiyuan asked.

The woman shook her head, "The assassination has already occurred, but the details are still unknown."

Zhao Yiyuan said, "Make them hurry; within an hour I want the answer."

"Yes!"

The woman turned and left.

Time passed slowly.

For Zhao Yiyuan, having lived over sixty years, he had never felt time pass so slowly.

To pass the time, Zhao Yiyuan picked up a book and began reading.

It was the classic Eastern great‑nation novel *Water Margin*.

Although it wasn't his first time reading it, Zhao Yiyuan quickly became engrossed.

He was watching chapter twenty-four.

Suddenly, the light in the room dimmed.

Zhao Yiyuan asked without raising his head: "What news came from over there? Has anyone died?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yiyuan heard no reply.

He looked up, and his soul almost jumped out of fright.

Appearing before him was Zhang Shangxun with a smile.

For a moment, Zhao Yiyuan didn't know whether he had seen a person or a ghost.