Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The sound of porcelain cups breaking and guns being loaded rang out at the same time.

Gao Qingliang's hand holding the Browning was shaking slightly, but he saw Zhou Qi crushing the teacup with his bare hands, and blood was flowing down through his fingers.

"Mr. Gao seems to have forgotten."

Zhou Qi protected Lin Xindie behind him and pressed his bloody palm on the sandalwood table: "When I was a human mule in the Golden Triangle, what I was best at was..."

He suddenly opened his collar, revealing the hideous bullet marks below his collarbone: "Tell the man with the gun to shut up first."

Lin Xindie's fingertips stroked the rim of the red wine glass, her falling hair covering the determination in her eyes: "This is the only choice I have. Can you promise me one thing?"

Zhou Qi looked at the shadow cast by the moonlight on her collarbone, and his Adam's apple rolled: "No."

"Her name is Lin Xi..."

Lin Xindie suddenly smiled, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye flickered in the flickering candlelight.

This was the second time Zhou Qi saw her smile. The last time was for a transaction, but this time it was like a night-blooming cereus suddenly blooming in the night fog.

He felt his chest being clenched by invisible hands, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his wrist.

The silver dinner knife was pressed against his throat, and the blade reflected the reddened corners of Lin Xindie's eyes: "Give me the essential oil, don't touch me."

She tore open the sealed bag with one hand, and white powder fell into the red wine.

Gao Qingliang kept the muzzle of his gun pointed at them as he threw the crystal bottle. The metal trigger made a slight sound in the silence. "Don't you want your sister's life?"

The blade trembled slightly, and Zhou Qi took the opportunity to hold her knife-holding hand.

When his fingertips brushed the wetness of her cheek, Lin Xindie smelled the faint scent of cedar on his cuffs.

Gao Qingliang suddenly became furious: "Zhou Qi, you are looking for death!"

“There are three things I hate.”

Zhou Qi slowly turned his wedding ring: "Being threatened, being plotted, and..."

He suddenly raised his eyes and said, "The password to the third safe in your study is your daughter's birthday, right?"

Gao Qingliang's roar came to an abrupt halt, and veins bulged on his hand holding the gun.

The sound of a car engine came from outside the window at the right time. Zhou Qi picked up the white rose on the ground and pinned it behind Lin Xindie's ear:

"Your mother should have received my gift by now. Do you remember the yacht you lost in the high seas casino last year?"

The muzzle of Gao Qingliang's gun trembled slightly as it pressed against Zhou Qi's temple, and his left hand frantically reached for his cell phone.

When his wife's lazy voice came from the receiver, cold sweat was sliding down his spine.

"Why did you take so long to answer the phone? Are you okay?" He suppressed his anxiety, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

"What could possibly happen to me? You are the one who keeps appearing and disappearing all day long..."

As his wife continued to nag, Gao Qingliang suddenly caught a key piece of information: there were two boxes of Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs that had fallen from the sky at home.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes stabbed at the calm young man in front of him, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty: "Who do you think sent it?"

Zhou Qi leaned back in the leather sofa, tapping the mahogany armrests rhythmically with his fingertips.

When he heard the answer "someone from the company", the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

This micro-expression caused Gao Qingliang's palm holding the gun to sweat more, and the metal parts of the gun glowed coldly under the overhead light.

"It seems we all underestimated each other."

As Zhou Qi adjusted his sitting position, the fabric of his suit made a slight friction sound in the silence.

He raised his hand and gently placed the recorder on the coffee table. The blue light of the LCD screen was reflected on Gao Qingliang's distorted face.

"Bai Qinghong used your family as a bargaining chip, and I..."

He suddenly leaned forward, his shadow covering half of his body. "It's just adding insurance to the chips."

Gao Qingliang let out a low growl like a trapped beast, but the barrel of the gun slowly dropped uncontrollably.

When the recorder played the clips of his secret conversation with Bai Qinghong, he felt his temples throbbing.

Zhou Qi's slender fingers slid across the play button, as gracefully as a pianist touching the keys: "Now it's my turn to ask, guess which key I'm going to press next?"

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, neon lights flickered in the night.

Lin Xindie stood silently in the shadows, the special watch on her wrist reflecting a cold blue light.

Gao Qingliang suddenly realized that behind this seemingly weak young man, there was a shadow more dangerous than Bai Qinghong.

A clear recording of a conversation suddenly echoed in the confined space.

Zhou Qi tapped the playback device with his fingertips and stared at the other party: "If Bai Qinghong knew these contents, how would he treat your whole family?"

Gao Qingliang's temples were throbbing, cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and he pointed the trembling gun at the man in front of him for the third time: "Don't force me to fight to the death!"

"If anything goes wrong with Xiaodie and I..."

Zhou Qi brushed his clothes calmly and said, "Before the sun rises tomorrow morning, your whole family will lie neatly in the funeral home."

The metal instrument slipped in Gao Qingliang's palm, and his index finger moved repeatedly on the trigger.

When he noticed the teasing in Zhou Qi's eyes, he suddenly realized: "Have you been planning this since Guang Province? Are you deliberately trying to get me to do it?"

"That's it."

Zhou Qi leaned against the edge of the sandalwood table, tapping the tabletop with his fingertips: "We were all fine, but it's a pity that you insisted on seeking your own death."

"Seeking death?"

Gao Qingliang laughed miserably and backed away until his back hit the cold wall.

The young man in front of him seemed to be able to predict all his moves, and he was being manipulated like a puppet.

The sound of metal falling to the ground suddenly rang out, and Gao Qingliang slammed his knees heavily to the ground: "You can kill me or chop me up if you want! But don't bring harm to my wife and children. I have never really hurt anyone of yours."

"No harm?"

Zhou Qi suddenly grabbed Lin Xindie's wrist, and there was a bruise where his sleeve slipped down: "You touch my people, and you still want to negotiate terms?"

With the crisp sound of glass clinking, the wine glass filled with amber liquid was pushed to the edge of the table.

Lin Xindie understood and held the cup up, then handed it to the man. When Gao Qingliang took the cup, the wine splashed everywhere, leaving dark marks on the carpet.

"Drink it and your blood will continue."

Zhou Qi turned the obsidian ring on his ring finger and said, "The recording will still be in Bai Qinghong's hands, but I can make him settle the score with you only."

Gao Qingliang's Adam's apple rolled violently as he stared at the deadly poison like a dying gambler.

He knew better than anyone that compared to Bai Qinghong's horrifying method of collective punishment, the cup before him might really be the last mercy.

His trembling hands could barely hold the glass, and the amber liquid swirled violently in the glass.

When the rim of the glass was about to touch his cracked lips, his knuckles suddenly lost strength. The crisp sound of broken glass cut through the air, and the wine spread scarlet marks on the ground.

Gao Qingliang slammed his forehead against the marble floor, and he knelt at Zhou Qi's feet with tears streaming down his face. "Please show some mercy, Mr. Zhou! I am willing to work like a slave to atone for my sins!"

The trembling tail sound echoed in the empty room, mixed with intermittent sobs.

Zhou Qi tapped the crystal cup with his fingertips, his frosty eyes piercing through the lenses:

"When Lin Die swallowed the poisoned wine, did she wag her tail and beg for mercy like you did? Her belief in protecting her sister is a hundred times more precious than your so-called family."

"I am the one who doesn't know how to appreciate your kindness! I am the lowly ant!"

Gao Qingliang suddenly turned to Lin Xindie in the corner, his forehead hitting the tile with a dull sound: "Ms. Lin, please say something. I am willing to spend the rest of my life to make it up to you and your sister."