Chapter 2529: Chapter 2530: Revenge
“Is there sothing wrong? Isn’t everything fine now?”
“Why do I feel that, as his father, you don’t understand him as well as I do?” Song Jinmin said:
“For now, this matter can be considered settled. Given his personality, if there’s nothing else, there’s no reason for him to stay with us—it’s pointless anyway.”
“Could he be waiting for the boss to return?”
“But he’s been back for over an hour now, hasn’t he? If there truly were sothing important to talk about, he wouldn’t wait until now.”
Hearing Song Jinmin’s words, Lin Jingzhan’s expression beca sowhat peculiar.
Though father and son had only interacted a handful of tis—so few that you could count them with ten fingers—blood ties run deep, and so things were clear to him.
Song Jinmin’s logic was sound; Lin Yi had no real reason to stay.
With the nature of their relationship, expressing thanks wouldn’t be appropriate.
Yet now, he remained here without leaving, making his behavior seem odd.
“Who’s outside?” Monica called out loudly.
“I am.”
A voice responded from outside, then the door was pushed open. In walked a white man with an average build, not very tall, his face marked with freckles.
“Go find the boss’s son and ask him to co eat.”
“I’ll go look for him.”
The white man responded and turned to leave.
The atmosphere at the dinner table grew heavy following Song Jinmin’s remark.
A few minutes later, chaotic footsteps sounded from outside.
The white man pushed the door open again, accompanied by a Black man who appeared listless, continuously rubbing his neck as though he were in discomfort.
“Where is he?”
“A few hours ago, he asked where Mammon’s base was. I told him it might be near Kiyomizu Temple. Then he knocked out.”
As soon as this was said, the expressions of those present changed dramatically.
“He’s gone to kill!”
…
Lin Yi drove to Caie Mitsui’s residence. She had been waiting for him here for quite so ti.
Seeing Lin Yi, Caie Mitsui couldn’t control her tears and tightly embraced him.
“Mr. Lin Yi, I thought I’d never see you again.”
Lin Yi gently patted her back, “It’s all over now. About what I asked you to investigate, have you gotten any results?”
“Yes, I’ve found out. Near Kiyomizu Temple, there’s a guesthouse called Sanyuan Yi—they should be there.”
Having said that, Caie Mitsui turned around and presented a long wooden box.
Opening it revealed her family’s heirloom katana, Mikazuki Munechika!
“I’m going out. I’ll be back later.”
“Be careful on your way.”
Lin Yi nodded, picked up Mikazuki Munechika, and returned to his car, heading toward Kiyomizu Temple.
This was sothing Lin Yi had been planning for a long ti.
Upon his return, he imdiately contacted Caie Mitsui.
Recognizing Dak’s car model and license plate, he instructed her to investigate, but the search area was vast, and she received no results for quite a while.
Eventually, he gathered Poker’s mbers to ask so questions, narrowing the search to the Kiyomizu Temple area. Combining this with intelligence from Mitsui’s network, within an hour, they pinpointed Mammon’s base—and Lin Yi’s revenge plan was set into motion.
After driving for about fifty minutes, Lin Yi saw the towering Kiyomizu Temple ahead and, using so positioning data, arrived roughly two kiloters from the temple at the Sanyuan Yi guesthouse.
The guesthouse’s location was not ideal—bordering on remote. The surrounding area had few people, and its décor was simple.
Its annual profits relied mainly on tourists, but this was the off-season, leaving only a sparse handful lingering nearby.
Upon locating the guesthouse, Lin Yi didn’t act imdiately; instead, he scoped the area. About twenty minutes later, in a hidden corner, he spotted Dak’s car.
Returning to the Sanyuan Yi guesthouse, Lin Yi saw two foreigners pacing outside.
From various clues, Lin Yi reaffird that Mammon’s people must be here.
With Mikazuki Munechika in hand, he moved stealthily through the shadows, approaching the Sanyuan Yi guesthouse.
A Black man responsible for keeping watch walked toward the right side.
The lights there were dim, casting shadows even the starlight couldn’t reach. Yet his expression remained unusually calm, attentively surveying his surroundings. The darkness didn’t instill fear or unease—it was as if he were walking under the midday sun.
Suddenly, the Black man stopped in his tracks, noticing a shadow flitting past him.
At first, he thought he’d imagined it. Upon closer inspection, he saw distinctively—the figure of a person appeared before him.
Before he could react, he felt a sudden chill at his neck, his blood splattering outward!
His throat and arteries were severed, incapable of making even a sound.
But in his final monts, he saw clearly the face of his assailant!
It was that rescued man from China!
Having eliminated the Black man, Lin Yi circled to the other side.
The white man patrolling there stopped and glanced behind him, his eyebrows furrowing deeply. Monts ago, he had heard a faint sound, which imdiately placed him on alert.
But afterward, nothing more could be heard.
The white man’s eyes shifted slightly, deciding he must have misheard. He prepared to continue his night patrol.
As he turned back, he saw a man standing before him, holding a long blade!
His heart pounded furiously!
He hadn’t anticipated that the one they had pursued relentlessly during the day would appear before him now!
“You!”
Lin Yi said nothing, swinging his blade in a flash!
With one strike, he took the man’s life!
Blood stained Lin Yi’s body and face. He wiped it briefly and stepped into the Sanyuan Yi guesthouse!
Lin Yi’s footsteps were light, but the aging wooden floorboards creaked and groaned underfoot.
The middle-aged owner, who had been dozing off, heard the sound and woke up groggily, opening his eyes.
Seeing Lin Yi covered in blood, his face went pale with terror.
Lin Yi lunged forward like an arrow, chopping the owner on the neck with his palm. The latter collapsed unconscious, restoring the guesthouse to silence.
Lin Yi glanced upward, gripping his blade as he ascended the staircase step by step.
The second floor had about a dozen rooms lined up on either side.
From his coat, Lin Yi retrieved two smoke grenades and hurled them toward the end of the hallway.
Grayish smoke rose within the guesthouse like dense white clouds.
The scene beca a foggy realm, akin to a dreamlike distortion.
Lin Yi donned his pre-prepared pair of infrared goggles, enabling him to see the outlines of figures even under these conditions.
Soon, shouting voices erged from within.
Lin Yi’s ears twitched slightly, discerning their words spoken in foreign tongues.
It wasn’t difficult to conclude that the occupants were Mammon’s people.
With that realization, Lin Yi didn’t need to hold back anymore.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Holding Mikazuki Munechika, he moved like the harbinger of death.
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