The black official vehicle blended into the darkness, swiftly appearing at a large villa on the outskirts of the city. Despite its grandeur, the villa did not belong to the wealthy neighborhood; its architectural beauty was modest, and the dense surrounding forest gave it an eerie and mysterious atmosphere.It couldn't be denied that this place was well-suited for a murder and body disposal operation, seemingly shrouded in an otherworldly ambiance. However, Scott had no intention of engaging in such activities.The vehicle continued to drive into the villa's courtyard before coming to a stop. Scott descended slowly. Despite the recent bloody battle, not a trace of blood clung to his body. As he stepped inside the villa, the temporary caretaker and one of Scott's most loyal subordinates, Ayer, emerged, offering a damp towel.Scott took the towel and wiped his hands, then asked in a low voice, "How are things?"Ayer was the tall man with peculiar scars on his leather-like skin, the
This morning, upon hearing the news that Scott had a confrontation with someone at the bar, Jennifer was truly furious. To make matters worse, Walter called her early in the morning, questioning why she didn't protect Scott more carefully.Jennifer felt extremely frustrated. How could she have known that Scott, going to the bar for work-related discussions, would attract trouble from an unknown gang?If she knew who was responsible for this, she would surely break that person into pieces. Scott could easily discern what Jennifer was worried about. He rolled his eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of depth. He knew he was not normal, he was insane, and Jennifer and Walter's concern was only natural. He was always causing trouble for them.Scott began to feel a slight headache. He looked at Jennifer and said softly, "It's okay. I'm much better now, won't randomly go berserk. You don't need to worry. If Walter asks, just answer him as usual."Jennifer frowned slightly. But what Scott
Upon hearing the boss's instructions, the man immediately responded with a gesture of understanding and signaled to someone on the side. Quickly, Scott noticed the change as many people turned their attention towards him.Each of them had a menacing expression, dressed like impoverished citizens in this area. Even those who had just left the building turned back as if they had received some specific instructions. Scott couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly and said, in a casual tone, "It seems the leader of this organization is quite powerful."Leading the way was a man slightly shorter than the others, but his muscular build was not to be underestimated. He looked at Scott and Ayer, smirked, and menacingly asked, "I'll give you a chance, speak up! Why are you here, and who leaked information to you?"This man was a loyal subordinate of the criminal organization. Just the thought of someone daring to sell information about the organization made him want to tear that person
No one could answer Bryan's question.Scott felt that the man in front of him was indeed quick-witted, exhibiting signs of fear to the point of almost wetting himself, yet his mouth remained agile and sharp. Scott couldn't fathom how this person's mind operated.However, Scott wasn't interested. What intrigued him more was how this man became the leader of this criminal organization. After all, he didn't seem like a natural-born leader.Looking at the man in front of him, Scott continued, "Yesterday, I was attacked by people from your organization."Bryan involuntarily shuddered a bit and instinctively said, "But you're fine now, right? We can let bygones be bygones."As he finished speaking, he quickly corrected himself, covering his mouth and laughing nervously.Scott paid no attention to his various expressions and just said, "I think we can have a little chat. Ayer, bring him along."Upon receiving the order, Ayer slowly stepped forward. However, at that moment, an unexpected
Bryan trembled, avoiding eye contact with Scott even for a moment. He bowed his head, his whole body trembling, as if trying to stay calm, and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about..."Suddenly, he raised his head again, and his facial expression seemed to change too rapidly, appearing somewhat distorted. His eyes were a bright, cold red, growling towards Scott, saying, "Despicable, that guy is too foolish!"After cursing Scott once, the secondary personality took control of the body and lifted its head to look at Scott, smirking mockingly, "If you want to fight or kill, do it. Don't waste time; I don't want to stay here and be humiliated!"After finishing his words, the expression on his face changed again, now showing a timid and fearful look, "No, I can't. I don't want to die. I want to live, hu hu hu."Then, he became angry again, roaring, "Despicable, what's the use of someone like you?! Look at yourself, a sloppy appearance, you don't even know how to make a livi
A look of horror appeared on Bryan's face. He nodded, then shook his head. He wanted to live, but he also didn't want Bratt to leave him. He didn't want to live under the bridge! But facing Scott, he dared not say a word. He was certain Scott wouldn't negotiate with him but rather find the most painful way for him to die.Bryan cried without tears, unable to resist. He could only silently communicate with Bratt in his mind."Can we negotiate a bit? Anyway, I've been your vessel for so long. After you leave, can you give me a chance to survive? I don't want to die on the streets."Bratt, with a bold temperament, couldn't help but hold back a curse upon hearing these words. But his intelligence was still online. He tried to suppress his anger, not responding to Bryan but feeling constant dissatisfaction within.Bryan spoke as if Bratt wanted to enter his body. Bratt had no intention of entering anyone's body until he was pulled into Bryan's.He even almost starved to death alon
The next day, Scott woke up early. He put on a black suit, looking much more formal than usual. However, his hair was casually tousled, falling on his forehead, giving him a mysteriously solemn appearance. Scott glanced at himself in the mirror, then suddenly smirked, though it was unclear what he found amusing.Without lingering in the room for long, Scott quickly headed outside to his private car, driving towards the Campbell family cemetery. During Brian's tenure, the Campbell family had undoubtedly reached the pinnacle of success. At least back then, the Campbells held a prominent position in City A, gaining the mayor's favor and receiving numerous invitations to extravagant million-dollar events.However, Brian's only misfortune was perhaps the lack of a true heir. Aboli, the heir he had placed his hopes on, proved to be quite unstable. Despite her ability to make significant business decisions, she was too easily swayed and deceived, considering her enemies as friends. T
Scott and Aboli's marriage officially came to an end. Scott held another copy of the divorce papers in his hand, not uttering a word but simply looking towards Brian's lawyer. The elderly lawyer, always standing to the side, witnessing everything, remained silent.At this point, all eyes were focused on him, eagerly awaiting the reading of Brian's will. Others no longer cared about Scott's presence. They looked at the lawyer, their eyes burning as if urging him to continue.Without delay, the elderly lawyer took a slightly yellowed sheet of paper from his work bag and slowly began reading.Initially, most people paid little attention, but..."... my shares in the Campbell Corporation will be entirely transferred to Scott, my adopted son in name..."As the lawyer read this, others couldn't help but furrow their brows. Someone even exclaimed, "How can this be? Scott cannot be the adopted son of the grandfather. There has never been any information like that!"Others were shocked, e