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"I'll never let you off if you cause any more trouble for Prosperity!"

"You're lying!" Li Guizhi shrieked, attempting to pull Yuxin Ci's hair, but was promptly stopped by the bodyguards.

"Indeed, a petty vixen raises a greater one. Even street brawling women know to pull hair." At Yuxin Ci's command, the Ying family members were swiftly ejected from the Mu residence.

Yuxin Ci disdainfully looked at the ground that three people had stepped on and instructed the servants to rinse it thoroughly with tap water – not once, not twice, but thrice.

Mu Kuan had long since dismissed the incident from his memory.

After all, the Ying family was too ordinary, posing no threat as one of the lowest-ranking households in Hong Kong.

Now, with a single remark from Chu Yuening, the past resurfaced.

When Mu Kuan returned to the Mu mansion after getting out of the car, the sky was pitch black. He instructed the bodyguards to stand guard at the entrance and retreated to his study, alone. The television was on, broadcasting the news. Seated in his executive chair, he wore a melancholic expression.

"Did I really do something wrong?"

"At that time, I didn't know that Xingwang wasn't your biological son."

Exhausted.

Mu Kuan intended to sleep. During this, a maid entered to serve dinner. After eating, he reclined in his rocking chair, feeling increasingly drowsy.

Suddenly, a jolt of realization shot through his mind, making him struggle to keep his eyes open.

"I'm going to kill you!" The maid standing by the side suddenly attacked, plunging a knife into Mu Kuan's abdomen.

"You..." Mu Kuan looked at the maid.

In the darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of the television, the face of the maid, filled with hatred, was that of Li Guizhi from years ago.

Knife after knife pierced his body, each thrust followed by a gush of blood splattering onto her.

"You... You killed Xingwang and Vivina..." Mu Kuan gradually slumped in the chair. Seizing the moment when Li Guizhi momentarily relaxed, he abruptly stood up, snatched the knife, and stabbed it into Li Guizhi's abdomen.

Li Guizhi retreated, while Mu Kuan lunged forward.

"Abomination, Mu Xingwang! He dared to lay a hand on my daughter! They deserve death, and so do you! If not for you all, my daughter and husband would still be alive!"

The image of her daughter's battered body was forever etched in Li Guizhi's memory.

"She was only sixteen! She had a bright future ahead of her, and you ruined it all!"

With a shriek, Li Guizhi yanked out the knife, flipped Mu Kuan over with her foot, then knelt down, plunging the blade fiercely into his chest.

Blood splattered across her face.

Once, she was a housewife too scared even to kill a chicken.

Once, she was a helpless mother, soothing her daughter with feeble words of strength.

But after her daughter was driven to jump, she learned to wield a knife.

She did indeed kill Mu Xingwang. After her daughter's death, they vanished, dedicating their remaining years to one purpose—keeping an eye on the Mu family.

Li Guizhi was present when Mu Xingwang was having his fortune told.

Upon discovering that Mu Xingwang was not Mu Kuan's son, a sense of satisfaction stirred within Li Guizhi. All the heinous acts Mu Kuan had committed for Mu Xingwang's sake had ultimately been in vain, raising another man's child for nothing.

But that was not enough retribution.

She intended to make every member of the Mu family pay with their lives for Zhihuo's demise.

First, she had joined forces with Yingliang to take down the isolated Mu Xingwang. She was inexperienced and hesitant in her first attempt at killing, which led to a prolonged struggle that ended with Mu Xingwang turning the tables and killing Yingliang instead.

In her final moments,

Ying Liang clutched Li Guizhi's hand tightly, his eyes bulging with rage, urging her to proceed.

Not a single member of the Mu family could be spared.

Li Guizhi persevered in her stakeout, and eventually, she seized her opportunity.

Yu Xinchai, who had gone to a beauty salon, was knocked unconscious by her using chloroform. Once Yu Xinchai regained consciousness, she was subjected to the same deadly method.

Before her last breath, Yu Xinchai saw the blood-stained hands of the middle-aged woman patting her face.

"Madam Mu, do you enjoy such vulgarity?"

Mu Kuan's breathing grew increasingly labored. Suddenly, he let out a sigh of relief.

At least... at least, he would die with a clean slate, without any scandalous secrets being exposed.

He had also dedicated himself to Hong Kong.

The citizens of Hong Kong would mourn his loss, and the newspapers might even pen eulogies for him.

Suddenly, the voice of a news anchor on the television interrupted Mu Kuan's fantasies.

"The magazine has provided information that Mu Xingwang was involved in multiple criminal cases, all of which were erased by Secretary Mu's influence. Secretary Mu is now suspected of abusing his power to obstruct justice, and the government has established a special task force for investigation. With substantial evidence, if convicted, Mu Kuan could face over thirty years in prison."

"It's rumored that Detective Zhao Jun from the Kowloon Police Station is also under investigation for colluding with Mu Kuan. He has been suspended from duty for further scrutiny."

"As a result of this incident, the Hong Kong Police Force will launch a new wave of corruption investigations after a decade-long hiatus."

"Hu... hu... hu..." Mu Kuan opened his mouth, blood gushing out profusely. His eyes, filled with defiance, stared fixedly at the TV as his fingers dug into the ground repeatedly, nails cracking and bleeding.

In the end.

Her eyes, still wide open, met with eternal darkness.

Li Guizhi also clutched her abdomen and slowly slumped down, gasping for breath as she crawled to the wall and leaned against it.

In her final moments, she saw a slender figure enter.

Li Guizhi weakly inquired, "Y-You... Are you here to catch me?"

"I... I recognize you. That day, I saw you get into... the police car."

Chu Yuening lowered her gaze, quietly observing her. "I'm here to see you off."

"See... see me off?" Li Guizhi's blood loss was increasing, and with all her remaining strength, she stammered, "T-T-Thanks... I... I am... a m-murderer, not... not... worthy of this send-off."

Li Guizhi's gaze drifted towards the window. Moonlight illuminated the study. Suddenly, she pointed ahead, her fading eyes revealing a contented smile.

"Zh-Zhizhe... and... my husband are here to fetch me..."

"Truly... so wonderful, not even the... hell itself... I am not afraid..."