Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 112: A single shot shatters the father-son bond; a silencing order comes from the father him

Qi Tongwei bent down, used the barrel of his gun to lift Zhao Ruilong's scarred face, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Young Master Zhao, is your life worth this little bit?"

"Zhong Kui, let him hear it."

Zhong Kui, who had been standing silently in the shadows, stepped forward.

He held a small, black device in his hand, a military-grade black box interception device brought from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, specifically used to decipher and monitor encrypted communications on specific frequency bands.

"This was the last instruction received before the helicopter crashed."

Zhong Kui pressed the play button expressionlessly.

After a piercing crackle of electricity, an aged, dignified voice, carrying the cold indifference characteristic of someone in a superior position, rang out clearly in the silent forest.

"If we can't bring him back, let's leave Xiaolong there."

The voice paused for a moment, then continued, its tone completely flat, as if it were discussing a piece of trash that should be thrown away.

"The Zhao family cannot have any living stains."

That voice... it's so familiar.

That was the voice Zhao Ruilong had heard for thirty years, the voice he was always proud of, the voice that he felt could shelter him from the wind and rain in Handong.

His father, Zhao Lichun.

At this moment, the jungle was deathly silent.

Zhao Ruilong's expression froze.

That fear, the will to survive, the desire to please—all vanished. In their place came a bewilderment born of a collapsed faith, followed by a despair that seeped into the very marrow of one's bones.

"Heh...hehe..."

A broken, bellows-like laugh escaped Zhao Ruilong's throat, large tears falling onto the muddy ground. "For that position... to avoid leaving a stain... am I a stain?"

"I'm your own son!!!"

A heart-wrenching wail echoed through the night sky.

"puff--"

A mouthful of black blood spurted out of Zhao Ruilong's mouth.

That was a sudden surge of anger, and also a feeling of utter despair.

Just then, Qi Tongwei squatted down, grabbed Zhao Ruilong by the collar, and pulled his distorted face in front of him.

"Did you hear that? In your father's eyes, you're not even worth a dog."

Qi Tongwei's voice was deep and seductive, like a serpent tempting Adam to eat the forbidden fruit, "Do you want revenge? Do you want him to go to hell with you?"

Zhao Ruilong stopped howling.

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes now filled with resentment and madness.

That was hysteria after being betrayed by one's closest relatives.

"Help me..."

Zhao Ruilong stared intently at Qi Tongwei, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded, "If you save me... I'll give you the list."

"What list?"

"The Blue Book..."

Zhao Ruilong gave a bitter laugh as he shakily reached his hand into his blood-stained crotch.

He fumbled around in the specially made hidden pocket of his underwear for a while before pulling out a small, blue chip about the size of a fingernail, which was warm to the touch and smelled fishy.

"This is that old man's life-saving charm... and also the Zhao family's death warrant."

Zhao Ruilong held up the chip, a look of schadenfreude on his face. "It contains all his secret overseas accounts, dirt on those people in Beijing, and... all the records of power and money transactions in Handong over the past twenty years."

"Take this... and you can make the entire Han Dong officialdom... pay with your life!"

The moment Zhong Kui saw the chip, his expression changed, even though he had been observing coldly.

He knew all too well the significance of this thing.

This isn't just a chip; it's a nuclear bomb capable of devastating half of the political arena!

Give it to me.

Zhong Kui stepped forward, his white-gloved hand reaching directly towards Zhao Ruilong. His tone became more forceful than ever before: "This is crucial evidence. It must be sealed by the organization immediately and handed over to the Central Committee."

"Snapped!"

A mud-covered military boot slammed heavily onto Zhao Ruilong's wrist.

Qi Tongwei did not take the chip away, but he also prevented Zhong Kui from touching it.

He raised his head and looked at the special envoy from the capital with a half-smile.

"transfer?"

Qi Tongwei ground his toe into Zhao Ruilong's wrist, causing the young master Zhao to howl in pain. "Give it to whom? To your bunch of leaders who only know how to smooth things over? Or to Zhao Lichun's old friends in Beijing?"

"This is the procedure."

Zhong Kui placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes sharpening. "Qi Tongwei, you need to understand what you're doing. You can't bear the responsibility for hoarding evidence of this level."

"Since this thing is in my hands, it shall belong to the Qi family."

Qi Tongwei showed no fear, and with a backhand, he drew his Desert Eagle from his waist, casually pointing the massive muzzle at the ground. "In Handong, I am the program."

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Just as Zhong Kui was about to make his move...

"Click".

A crisp click of a cocking gun rang in his ears.

Ye Cunxin had somehow moved to the side, her Browning pistol pointed steadily at Zhong Kui's temple.

A charming smile graced her stunningly beautiful face, her red lips parted slightly, but her tone was chillingly cold.

"Uncle, don't move."

Ye Cunxin tilted her head, her long, disheveled hair falling over her chest, unable to conceal a breathtaking glimpse of her skin, yet making her murderous aura even more alluring. "My man has a bad temper, and my hands tend to tremble. In this desolate wilderness, no one would know even if there were many corpses, don't you think?"

Zhong Kui froze.

He was a top expert, but he could sense that this seemingly ordinary young lady from the Ye family was actually capable of firing a gun.

"Okay, very good."

Zhong Kui took a deep breath, slowly loosened his grip on the knife, and took a half step back. "Qi Tongwei, you're playing with fire."

The bigger the fire, the cleaner it burns.

Qi Tongwei snorted coldly, bent down and pried the chip out of Zhao Ruilong's hand. Not caring that it was dirty, he put it directly into his pocket.

He pulled out a handful of styptic powder from his waist bag and roughly sprinkled it on Zhao Ruilong's broken leg wound, then pulled out a lighter.

"Bear with it."

"Sizzle—"

The flames scorched the wound, and the smell of burnt flesh instantly filled the air.

Zhao Ruilong rolled his eyes and fainted from the pain.

Just as Qi Tongwei was about to pick up this half-dead cripple,

Sudden.

"Coo-coo-coo-coo-"

Several extremely faint and strange bird calls came from the depths of the jungle in all directions.

The sound didn't seem like that of a bird; it sounded more like a whistle made by something stuck in its throat.

The instant I heard that sound.

Ye Cunxin, who had just been pointing a gun at Zhong Kui and looking like a madwoman, suddenly froze.

The Browning pistol fell to the ground with a "thud".

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, even more so than when she had seen Zhao Ruilong's broken leg. It was a fear that came from the depths of her soul, making her teeth chatter.

"How...how could this be..."

Ye Cunxin staggered back two steps, her back bumping into Qi Tongwei's arms.

She gripped Qi Tongwei's collar tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, her voice trembling and choked with sobs.

"It's 'Ghost Whistle'..."

"Those guys who kidnapped me back then... those devils who tormented me in the water dungeon for a month... they're not all dead!"

"They're here!"

Qi Tongwei squinted, looking into the pitch-black depths of the jungle. His Eagle Vision couldn't penetrate the eerie mist; only a few faint heat sources were rapidly enveloping him.

This is no longer a mob of mercenaries; these are true demons crawling out of hell.