Rebirth: What to do if you fall into a wolf's den

The men in black moved like ghosts, and their efficiency was astonishing. From Country Y to China, this journey, which could have been long and complicated, was quietly completed by them in less than a day.

Rong Xiao was firmly controlled by it. Along the way, his insults and struggles were like fallen leaves in the wind, fierce but unable to change the status quo.

The men in black seemed like well-trained machines. They turned a deaf ear to Rong Xiao's anger and confusion and just silently carried out their tasks.

When Rong Xiao felt down to earth again, he knew that he had returned to his long-lost homeland.

However, he did not feel any joy at this time, because he was soon taken to a strange place - a manor, a field he had never set foot on.

Inside the manor, the light was dim and the air was filled with a cold and damp smell. Rong Xiao was blindfolded and could only rely on hearing and smell to perceive everything around him.

He could vaguely smell a barely perceptible smell of blood, which was like a sharp blade, cutting his already tense nerves. The unknown fear was like an invisible net, tightly wrapping him up and making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Rong Xiao's voice echoed in the empty dark hall, with a bit of trembling and despair.

However, the only response he got was deathly silence. The men in black seemed to have disappeared without a trace after completing their mission, leaving Rong Xiao alone to face fear in this gloomy environment.

As time passed, Rong Xiao's patience and reason were gradually exhausted.

He began to try to break free, but every effort was in vain. He shouted loudly, hoping that someone could hear him, but the only response he got was his own echo and the occasional strange sound coming from afar.

During this long wait and struggle, countless possibilities emerged in Rong Xiao's mind. He guessed the identities and purposes of these men in black, but every guess seemed so pale and powerless.

He didn't know why he was brought here, nor did he know what fate he would face next.

Just when Rong Xiao was about to be swallowed up by the endless darkness and loneliness and almost gave up all hope, a subtle but clear sound of footsteps, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, penetrated the silence of the dark hall.

He looked up suddenly, his ears capturing every tiny sound like radar, his heartbeat gradually accelerated as the footsteps approached, tension and curiosity intertwined into a complex web that wrapped him tightly.

Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of him, and the air seemed to freeze. Rong Xiao held his breath and waited, ready for any possible changes.

But to his surprise, the darkness covering his eyes was gently lifted, and a beam of warm light instantly poured in, causing him to squint his eyes involuntarily, adapting to the sudden light.

When he slowly opened his eyes, the scene before him surprised and confused him.

He found himself in a hall that was luxuriously decorated but had a solemn atmosphere. The tall crystal chandelier cast a soft and slightly cold light. Various works of art were hung on the walls around him, but all of them revealed a depressing atmosphere.

Standing in front of him was a man he had never met but who seemed familiar to him - Lu Nanxu. Lu Nanxu's face was cold and deep, and his eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if he was examining and recalling.

"Mr. Rong Xiao," Lu Nanxu's voice was low and magnetic, breaking the silence in the hall, "Welcome to our manor."

When Rong Xiao heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank. He stared at Lu Nanxu in disbelief and exclaimed in surprise.

"Lu Nanxu? Why are you here?"

Lu Nanxu was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Rong Xiao to call out his name so directly. He raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Mr. Rong is so powerful that even I, Lu, know about him. It's me and my friends who didn't realize Mr. Rong's existence until now. I'm really ashamed."

Rong Xiao was in no mood to pay attention to Lu Nanxu's teasing. The doubts in his heart were growing like weeds and he urgently needed answers.

"You went to so much trouble to get me back to China. What exactly do you want to do?" There was a hint of questioning and vigilance in his voice.

Lu Nanxu restrained his smile and spoke seriously.

"Mr. Rong, to be honest, I do have a few questions that I need your help to answer. But please rest assured, we have no ill intentions, we just hope you can help us uncover some of the truth."

Rong Xiao frowned, obviously having reservations about Lu Nanxu's words.

"The truth? What truth?" he demanded, while secretly keeping an eye on his surroundings, fearing that all this was just a trap.

Lu Nanxu's steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to carry some unspeakable sense of oppression as he slowly approached Rong Xiao.

He stopped at a perfect distance, and opened his thin lips slightly, as if every word was carefully chosen: "I don't know, Mr. Rong, do you know Yin Zhiyang?"

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Rong Xiao's heart. He immediately realized that his master's identity might have been exposed, and he was now standing at a delicate and dangerous crossroads.

Before knowing the specific situation of his husband, Rong Xiao decided to adopt the safest strategy - playing dumb.

He deliberately showed a confused expression, with his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was really trying hard to remember.

"Yin Zhiyang? This name... I seem to have some impression of it, but I can't remember it. Who is he?"

Lu Nanxu's eyes became deep, and he looked at Rong Xiao with a smile, as if he could see through every subtle fluctuation in his heart.

"Mr. Rong Xiao, do you really not know? Or... are you unwilling to tell the truth?"

His voice was gentle but carried a force that could not be ignored, making Rong Xiao feel uncomfortable.

Rong Xiao cursed himself inwardly for his bad luck, but he remained calm on the surface, instead showing a bit of impatience.

"Mr. Lu, I really don't know what you are talking about. I have already returned to my country and just want to leave here early and go home to rest. As for Yin Zhiyang you mentioned, if he is an acquaintance of mine, I will naturally remember him, but now, I am really tired and don't feel like playing this guessing game with you."

Hearing this, Lu Nanxu curled up the corners of his mouth into a faint smile, which showed both recognition of Rong Xiao's acting skills and a subtle hint of amusement.

"Mr. Rong, you misunderstood. I have no other intentions. I just need your help with something. I hope you can be honest with me. After all, we all have our own purposes, don't we?"

Rong Xiao knew very well that Lu Nanxu would not let him go easily, but he also knew that he could not waste time here.

So, he deliberately provoked: "What? Is Young Master Lu going to be tortured into confessing? Although I, Rong Xiao, am not a big shot, I am not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by others."

Lu Nanxu shook his head, his smile faded a little, and his tone became serious.

"Confess under torture? That's not my style. Mr. Rong, I respect your personality and I believe you are a smart person."

After saying that, Lu Nanxu turned around and was about to leave, which seemed to give Rong Xiao some time to think. Rong Xiao looked at his departing back, feeling mixed emotions.