Ye Chen stared intently at the data before him, disbelief written all over his face.
If that was the case, then Ye Tong's birthday finally made sense.
Perhaps his father had changed Ye Tong's birthday by a few months in order to make Ye Chen's "existence" seem legitimate.
In that case, his "birth" would be perfectly reasonable.
"You're… an adopted child?"
Huang Qu frowned. He hadn't expected Ye Chen's background to be so mysterious.
But thinking about it carefully, it wasn't strange — Ye Chen's cultivation talent was too astonishing.
People like that usually didn't come from ordinary families.
By comparison, the Ye family — not even considered a hidden clan — was far too mediocre.
"Even if I'm an adopted son, they still raised me. I'll avenge the Ye family's death all the same."
As Ye Chen said this, he suddenly froze.
He and Ye Tong weren't related by blood… didn't that mean they could marry and have children?
In his heart, Ye Tong was the perfect woman.
In the past, their supposed blood relation had stopped him from taking that step.
But now, that obstacle no longer existed.
However, judging from their last call, Ye Tong seemed quite satisfied with Xu Mu.
Ye Chen didn't know if he could make Ye Tong willingly follow him.
But regardless, the fact that they weren't blood-related was something she needed to know immediately.
Xu Mu had already obtained the video. Although the camera was occasionally blocked by others,
it didn't affect the overall viewing — that Chai Wang truly deserved to die.
What was worse, the people around him just stood there watching; not one of them stepped in to stop it.
"They say the entertainment industry is murky — and now I see just how deep it really goes."
Xu Mu didn't waste time. He drove straight to the Chai family's estate.
In the past, he might have concealed his identity, but now, there was no need.
As soon as he approached the Chai estate, the roar of sports cars reached his ears.
Using his perception, he scanned the surroundings — Fang Chu and Dai Dongyang both appeared within his range.
"So those two have teamed up," Xu Mu murmured.
Meeting at the Chai estate… they were clearly plotting against the Xu family.
It seemed the timing of this video was perfect.
When he arrived at the main gate, Fang Chu and Dai Dongyang had already left.
"I'm Xu Mu," he told the guards. "I have business with Chai Wang."
Without waiting for a reply, he strode toward the manor.
The guards immediately moved to block him.
"Young Master Xu, please wait here — I'll report immediately."
One guard raised his walkie-talkie.
"No need," Xu Mu said coldly. "Chai Wang will see me anyway. Save yourself the trouble."
He kept walking deeper inside.
The guards reached out to stop him, but Xu Mu plowed through like a bulldozer.
They simply couldn't hold him back.
Moments later, Xu Mu stood before the villa.
Chai Wang was there, a cigar between his lips, standing at the door.
"Master, Xu Mu—"
"Leave us."
Chai Wang waved the guards away, then took a puff of his cigar and asked flatly,
"Xu Mu, what are you doing here?"
"I have something very important to discuss with you."
Xu Mu stepped closer and casually placed a hand on Chai Wang's shoulder.
Chai Wang's expression darkened. He brushed Xu Mu's hand off.
"Watch your manners — I'm your elder."
"You're right, an elder indeed," Xu Mu replied with a faint smile.
"People call me a spoiled rich kid, but compared to you, I'm nothing. I could really learn a thing or two."
With that, he walked straight into the villa.
"What do you mean by that?"
Chai Wang frowned and followed behind him.
Xu Mu sat on the sofa, crossed one leg over the other, and beckoned with a finger.
Chai Wang's expression grew uglier, but suppressing his anger, he walked over.
He didn't sit — he stood behind the sofa.
"Master Chai," Xu Mu said lightly, "I was just wondering — what would happen if this video were made public?"
To make the image larger, Xu Mu unfolded the screen's panels.
At first, Chai Wang looked unimpressed. But when he saw the footage, his eyes bulged wide,
and the cigar dropped from his fingers.
"Master Chai, that man on the screen should be you, right? Impressive speed — I couldn't hope to match it," Xu Mu said mockingly, shutting off the video.
"Where did you get that footage?"
Chai Wang's face turned grim. He remembered that night vividly.
The angle — from the cabinet corner where women's handbags were placed —
meant someone had hidden a camera inside one.
"That's not important," Xu Mu said evenly. "What's important is — what crime have you committed?"
Chai Wang clenched his fists, sweat beading on his forehead.
He knew perfectly well — if this came to light, it would mean life imprisonment or even the death penalty.
"Xu Mu," he said finally, "since you didn't turn me in right away, you must have something to discuss. Speak."
He circled around the sofa and sat opposite Xu Mu.
"Two guests came here just now. What did they want?" Xu Mu asked, pointing a finger at him.
"Don't lie — if you do, our conversation ends right here."
Chai Wang had planned to make excuses, but those words made him swallow them back.
Fang Chu had always wanted to target Xu Mu, and Xu Mu obviously already knew that.
Chai Wang sighed. "Xu Mu, I admit I was wrong, but this was all Fang Chu's doing. He forced me."
He briefly recounted the situation — in short, Fang Chu was a martial artist, and the Chai family couldn't afford to offend him.
They had no choice but to obey and move against the Xu family.
"What about Dai Dongyang?" Xu Mu pressed.
"They seem to know each other," Chai Wang replied.
"Dai Dongyang also wants to get rid of the Xu family. They plan to hire a top-ten killer from the Death List to strike against you."
He explained Dai Dongyang's plan in full detail.
Xu Mu's gaze grew colder. Dai Dongyang was cunning indeed —
not only could he destroy the Xu family, but he'd also suppress the Nangong family at the same time.
"Have they already hired the killer?" Xu Mu asked.
"Yes," Chai Wang nodded. "I just paid. It's Death List number eight — Black Hand."
He added, "We used Dai Dongyang's account — his rank is high enough to hire top-ten assassins."
"Well, isn't that convenient," Xu Mu said with a faint smile.
"My account can also hire top-ten assassins."
He opened his phone — it was Lin Yan's account, formerly used by him.
"What… what are you planning to do?" Chai Wang felt a sense of dread.
"You'll help pay," Xu Mu said calmly. "I'm going to hire a top-ten assassin —
to kill Dai Dongyang and Fang Chu."
"Xu Mu, are you trying to bankrupt me? Fang Chu and Dai Dongyang are both martial artists,
and you want to hire rank six? I don't have that kind of money!"
Chai Wang nearly fainted — the last one, Black Hand, had already cost him over ten billion.
That was real cash, gone forever.
"Well then," Xu Mu stood up from the sofa. "Here's my advice — go turn yourself in now.
You might get a lighter sentence."
"I'll pay! I'll pay for it!" Chai Wang shouted immediately.