C4 A Toast to Ah Qiang a Toast to Little Liang

Crash!

The wine glass plummeted to the floor, sending a lady into a frenzy.

"Honey, what happened?" Han Jianye rushed to the woman's aid, his mind flashing back to Chiang Hao's earlier words.

Someone else's... son?

The thought was fleeting, and he shook his head to dismiss it. What was he thinking? He had made sure his secretary accompanied his wife every step of the way...

"Utter rubbish! Someone, rip his mouth out!"

Han Jianye hadn't even spoken when his secretary, Wang Runfa, erupted in anger, shooting a meaningful glance at one of the bodyguards.

Han Jianye's face darkened at this.

Similarly, Han Xun'er seemed to catch on to something.

"Attack!"

The secretary's command was as good as the boss's. The bodyguards swarmed without a second's delay.

The team leader, wielding a military-grade steel pipe, swung it towards Chiang Hao's head with a piercing whistle.

He showed no mercy, following the secretary's covert signal to go for the jugular.

"Stop!"

"Good heavens, is his head going to crack open?"

"Why is that bodyguard being so vicious?"

Ding!

Before the crowd could gasp, the metallic clang echoed throughout the venue.

Chiang Hao lifted his left hand, his fingers formed like a blade, and struck the steel pipe with a chopping motion, as if he were wielding a steel rod himself.

But those were his fingers!

Human flesh and bone against a three-millimeter-thick steel pipe!

One would expect the worst... but, wait, nothing?

No, it wasn't nothing, it was...

A collective gasp of disbelief rose from the onlookers.

The steel pipe in the bodyguard's hand was now bent at a right angle!

Indeed, the once rigid and straight pipe was now curved!

"Ding! You've stunned the crowd! Exclamation Point +200!"

Damn it!

He meant to kill!

Chiang Hao's fingers were nearly swollen. If not for the Telepathic Finger bestowed by the system, he'd be at the mercy of the Han family by now! Damn, what does it matter if you're rich?

Thinking money gives you the right to do anything!

I...

Chiang Hao caught his breath, ready to strike back, when suddenly, the beauty beside him wrapped him in an embrace.

"No, you promised me you wouldn't kill anyone again! It's not worth it, and I can't bear to see you locked up once more!" Han Xun'er was in a state of panic, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Chiang Hao was at a loss for words. This wealthy, white-haired beauty was quite the actress.

Han Xun'er's actions, coupled with her earlier display of almost supernatural skill with her finger and the steel pipe, dramatically shifted the mood in the room.

Could Chiang Hao actually possess some remarkable talent?

Was he an elite member of a domestic special forces unit?

It had to be! Tales of a Soldier King returning to the city, the strongest special forces operative serving as a female CEO's bodyguard—these stories were well-known in contemporary times. It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility for such events to unfold in real life.

Had he taken lives?

Been behind bars?

The bodyguard, gripping the twisted steel pipe, was nearly scared out of his wits, his face beading with cold sweat as his body shook uncontrollably.

In the midst of the tense standoff, a door on the second floor burst open.

"What did you just say?"

An elderly gentleman emerged from the room, clad in a red Tang suit. His appearance was aged, but the sharp glint in his eyes betrayed a cunning that only intensified with time.

"Grandfather!" Han Xun'er exclaimed with delight.

Her second uncle had brought Grandfather!

Old Master Han gave Han Xun'er an approving nod. His starting from scratch to build a two-billion-yuan empire had not disappointed his expectations for his granddaughter, whom he considered blessed by the phoenix.

But he quickly gestured to silence Han Xun'er, turning his attention to Chiang Hao instead. "You, what did you just say?"

Chiang Hao recalled the information he had gleaned during his encounter with Wang Runfa. He spoke up, "Twelve years ago, on the evening of April 18th, may I ask, Director Han, where were you?"

"I can tell you with certainty that your child was conceived at exactly 1:35 and 27 seconds that night!"

With that revelation, two individuals in the hall could no longer bear the weight of the moment and collapsed.

They were none other than Han Jianye's wife and Wang Runfa!

After racking his brain for what felt like an eternity, Han Jianye finally recalled that on that day, he must have spent the night with the campus beauty from a certain university. It was his first time experiencing such a pure and sincere connection with a young girl, which etched the memory deeply in his mind.

But if he had been out that night, then what about his child... Since he had been drinking, he couldn't drive, and ultimately, it was Wang Runfa who eagerly drove his car back for him.

Could the child be... Wang Runfa's?

Some things go unnoticed simply because they don't cross our minds.

But once you give it some thought, everything starts to fall into place.

Reflecting on the years gone by, Wang Runfa's attentiveness to his wife and child had far exceeded the duties of a secretary by leaps and bounds.

And the child's resemblance to Wang Runfa was uncanny. It never struck him before, but now that he thought about it, the similarity was undeniable.

"Wang Runfa, you treacherous woman! I'll kill you both!"

Enraged, Han Jianye's face flushed crimson as he lunged at them, unleashing a furious assault on Wang Runfa.

"Stop hitting him. If you want to hit someone, hit me," pleaded Han Jianye's wife, desperately trying to restrain him.

This only fueled Han Jianye's rage further.

"You adulterers, I'll—" His threat was cut short as his face blanched, and he collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

He was at a loss, unable to comprehend the situation.

Despite his vast wealth and esteemed status, the son he had raised for over a decade was not his own blood. Could there be a greater irony?

The hall erupted into chaos as people scrambled to call for help.

Han Jianye was a pivotal figure in the Han family, and many depended on him for their livelihood.

The so-called elites were now reduced to a state of panic.

Witnessing the commotion, Chiang Hao shook his head in disbelief. Aside from Old Master Han and Han Xun'er, it seemed the Han family was devoid of any real substance.

"Take him out, let him go to sea," Old Master Han said, his capacity for acceptance remarkably swift. At those words, Wang Runfa shuddered and involuntarily wet himself.

Setting sail and sinking corpses in the deep sea — such a sentence was the epitome of cruelty!

"Ultimately, they were once part of the Han family. Send them to the mountains, and once the children come of age, they can fend for themselves."

With those words spoken, all eyes turned to Han Chenglong, blissfully playing with his friends, oblivious to the monumental shift in his destiny.

Finally, the elder fixed his gaze on Chiang Hao, offering a respectful bow. "My thanks to you, Little Master."

His predictions were unerringly accurate — a true gift! A man like that seldom meddles in worldly affairs. If not for Xun'er's sake, this Little Master would surely have dismissed such ludicrous matters.

The very foundation of the Han family was at risk of being usurped by outsiders!

Such a debt of gratitude!

"Ding! Iron Fingers Godly Absolute, Exclamation Point +200!"

"Ding! Host, please note, you have only 15 minutes remaining to complete your upgrade mission."

As the Exclamation Points surged, Chiang Hao knew his fortune was made.

Titles like God of Fortune, Master Chef, God of Music, Language Genius were within reach. He was on the cusp of his life's zenith! But...

The catch was, without a system upgrade, it would all be for naught. No amount of Exclamation Points would matter.

A single misstep could ruin it all!

A moment's weakness could break the rhythm!

In the midst of his contemplation, Chiang Hao had a flash of insight, recalling his earlier sensing of Han Xun'er's aura.

Tonight, Han Xun'er would face a deadly ordeal.

Could this be it?

"Stop him!"

From the crowd, Wang Runfa, on the brink of being taken away, burst forth, seizing Han Xun'er and screaming wildly, "Release me, or I die, and she won't survive either!"

The Han family was stunned.

The audacity was sudden and absurd.

Who would dare to take the Han family's rising star hostage right before their eyes? Had the Han family truly fallen so far? Had they become so decayed?

Surely not?

Yet, faced with the stark reality, even Old Master Han was seized with alarm.

Han Xun'er was the Han family's most crucial member of this generation; her safety was non-negotiable!

"Quick, release me!"

Wang Runfa had completely lost his sanity. His grip tightened, turning Han Xun'er's delicate white neck a mottled red and purple, her breathing growing increasingly labored.

She was on the verge of suffocation.

Chiang Hao's happiness hinged on Han Xun'er. How could he just stand by and watch his prospects shrink... Oh no, watch a once-in-a-lifetime beauty perish?

"System, big brother, come out and save the day!"

"Ding! Based on the host's current predicament, it is recommended to purchase the talent skill, 'Flying Dagger!'"

"How much?"

"Exclamation Points: 500."

"That much? What about my 'Telepathic Finger'?"

"Same price. Both are top-tier talents. Take it or leave it."

"Damn, your customer service leaves much to be desired. Haven't you heard the customer is always right? Didn't your mother teach you that..."

"Not buying? Shall I leave then?"

"666, you call the shots, you're the big boss. Fine, I'll buy it, damn it!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you've acquired the talent skill 'Flying Dagger' at the Elementary Level."

Ultimately, Old Master Han couldn't risk it. He sighed deeply and conceded, "Release her, and you're free to go."

The fallout from today's events would be a complete embarrassment, not to mention the devastating blow to the already unstable Han family.

"Hahaha, you think I'm a kid? Arrange for a car, a plane, everything for my departure abroad, now! And yes, throw in some cash too—two million, no, fifty million, no, two hundred million! I want two hundred million!"

Wang Runfa was utterly deranged; his demands were impossible to fulfill on short notice.

Meanwhile, Han Xun'er's eyes were beginning to roll back from oxygen deprivation.

"Alright, I..."

"No deal, no money. And you're as good as dead!"

Before Old Master Han could utter another word, Han Jianye came to, his demeanor steely and venomous, ready to lash out.

He had lost his son, his wife had eloped with his secretary, and now Han Jianye had nothing left.

If the Han family's legacy couldn't be passed down to his son, then he would be the one to end it all!

"Han Xun'er, don't blame your uncle for being heartless. Your father took what was mine, and now you're trying to take it again? That's not how it works!"

"We act now! Seize Wang Runfa. The Han family will not bend to anyone's will. We cannot set such a precedent!" A significant setback in life may have stirred the dormant warrior within Han Jianye.

At that moment, his presence even surpassed that of Old Master Han.

This was, after all, Han Jianye's own home, and the bodyguards were his to command. At his word, they charged at Wang Runfa without a moment's hesitation.

"Silence!"

Swoosh!

Chiang Hao's eyes blazed with fury. Han Jianye, what a cold-hearted man!

He may not have struck the killing blow himself, but it was his actions that led to Bo Ren's death. Such a malicious way to kill by proxy!

With a resounding slam, Chiang Hao struck the table, catapulting two fruit knives into the air.

With a flick of his index and middle fingers, the knives hurtled forward, transforming into streaks of white light.

Ding!

The knives flew with such force that one narrowly missed Han Xun'er's cheek before finding its mark in Wang Runfa, sending him stumbling backward into the wall with a pained howl.

Onlookers turned, inhaling sharply at the sight.

Wang Runfa's arm was impaled by the thirty-centimeter fruit knife, pinned high on the wall, forcing him to stretch his arm and stand on tiptoes.

Should he lose his footing, the wound would be sliced open again, inflicting pain beyond what most could fathom.

Ding!

Another smaller knife embedded itself in the marble floor just in front of Han Jianye, leaving only the handle visible.

The legendary accuracy of the Flying Dagger of Little Li was unmatched.

One strike pierces the soul, two strikes are divine!

"Keep your scheming to yourself, and don't even think about targeting Xun'er, or you'll end up just like him!" Chiang Hao moved to Han Xun'er's side, steadying her.

The others were left dumbfounded, still reeling from the astonishing display of skill that seemed beyond the realm of human capability.

Han Xun'er was the first to snap back to reality. Her tears cascaded down her cheeks, spilling over like pearls tapping against the floor tiles one by one.

At the mall, she was a formidable woman, adept at devising strategies.

Within her family, she was the cherished pearl, showered with affection by all.

But in the face of crisis, none of that mattered.

Ultimately, her only hope lay with the young, dashing, albeit somewhat unreliable, Master Chiang.

"Don't cry... It's okay... These are just minor issues... Look at me..."

Chiang Hao was not adept at comforting girls, babbling on incessantly.

Overwhelmed by his words, Han Xun'er felt her head spin. Her hands were trapped in Chiang Hao's embrace, leaving her immobile. In a moment of desperation, she suddenly lifted her head, drew close to Chiang Hao, and then... silenced him with her lips!

"Ding! Host has completed the system update task! The Ultimate Barcode System 1.0 is now updating. Upon completion, an update gift pack will be dispatched. Be sure to check for it!"

Chiang Hao, lost in the onslaught of passionate red lips, was moved to tears.

At last, his little brother had been spared!