"Wendong, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Mom!\" The wailing voice of Liu Ying could be heard from the ward. Ma Tiancheng's heart tightened, and he staggered two steps before regaining his balance without the support of Ma Jingdong. He then swayed into the room.

Ma Wendong was convulsing all over, his eyes rolling back. The electrocardiogram beside him showed an irregular rhythm. Shortly after, doctors entered the ward.

"Quickly! Start emergency rescue immediately!"

Ma Tiancheng stood nearby, his brows furrowed, palms sweaty, constantly glancing at the ongoing resuscitation efforts. Liu Ying sobbed uncontrollably, almost collapsing several times. Ma Jingdong sighed, wrinkles on his forehead deepening as he quietly left the room.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello! Ask your people to help me investigate something." After hanging up, the louder cries of Liu Ying inside made him extremely anxious. He made two more calls before feeling slightly reassured.

When he re-entered the ward, he had the investigation results in hand. By this time, the emergency treatment had ended; Ma Wendong was out of danger but still unconscious. However, Liu Ying’s tears continued unabated, and Ma Tiancheng sat nearby sighing incessantly.

Ma Jingdong approached and whispered to Ma Tiancheng,

"Dad! The investigation result is ready!

Ma Tiancheng's eyes flashed with light, gesturing for Ma Jingdong to follow him outside the ward.

"Here is the report, Dad!" Ma Jingdong said, handing Ma Tiancheng a piece of paper listing suspects ranked from least to most likely responsible. At the top were four primary targets:

They included the Zhao family, long-time rivals of their clan; Hengchuang Real Estate, tenth-ranked in the industry; Da Dong Ge, a notorious local gang leader; and Ning Cheng, one of the Four Young Masters of Longcheng.

Ma Tiancheng narrowed his eyes and asked, 'Both Da Dong Ge and Ning Cheng are suspects?' Ma Jingdong nodded solemnly and said, 'Wen Dong offended Da Dong Ge before, supposedly stealing his woman. Da Dong Ge once threatened to kill Wen Dong.' As for Ning Cheng, he's now an entrepreneur, but this guy fancies himself a justice crusader. He's clashed with Wen Dong multiple times in public.' Ma Tiancheng noticed Huang Quan's name at the bottom and furrowed his brow, asking, 'Who is Huang Quan? How is he also a suspect?' Ma Jingdong replied seriously, 'He's Cao Tingting's ex-boyfriend. Wen Dong stole his girlfriend and publicly humiliated him.' However, he's just a small character. Even if he hated Wen Dong, he couldn't have caused much trouble, let alone silently eliminating Wen Dong.' Ma Jingdong trailed off, clenching his fists in anger at the thought of Wen Dong being half-disabled. 'Dad! Rest assured, I won't spare anyone on this list. Better to mistakenly kill a thousand than let one go.' Deep down, Ma Jingdong was pleased at the prospect of succeeding his father. 'Very good! Jingdong, Dad is old. In the future, it'll all depend on you. If you can handle this matter well, Dad will feel confident entrusting the family to you.' At the same time, in Longcheng Grand Hotel. Huang Quan lay in bed holding an unopened invitation. There was no information on the envelope, and he wondered who would send him an invite in this city.'

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The envelope was made of fine mesh paper, exuding a scholarly atmosphere, with gold leaf embedded all around it. Rich people! Huang Quan searched his mind but couldn't think of anyone among his friends who was so artistic and wealthy. Just then, the phone bell suddenly rang.

An unfamiliar number? Huang Quan muttered to himself and hung up decisively. Less than two minutes later, the phone rang again, still the same number, but this time with four eights at the end, making it look like a bomb number. He looked at the phone number and then at the invitation in his hand, feeling that there might be a connection between them. Huang Quan pressed the answer button, 'Hello!' 'Benefactor, oh, young brother Huang Quan, you finally picked up!' This voice was somewhat familiar to Huang Quan, but after searching his memory for a while, he couldn't quite place it. He furrowed his brows slightly and asked, 'Who is this?' 'Can't you recognize my voice? It's Tang family, the father of the ghost-driven young master, do you remember now?' With such a clear introduction, Huang Quan instantly recalled the spoiled young man haunted by a female ghost.

He smiled and said,

"Of course I remember you, Mr. Tang!"

Upon hearing the affirmative response, Old Man Tang's heart was at ease. He chuckled and asked,

"Young man, did you receive my invitation?"

"The invitation to celebrate my son's recovery.\" Huang Quan looked at the invitation in his hand and understandingly tugged at the corner of his mouth, saying,

"Mr. Tang, I received it, but..."

"There are no buts, young man. You must come. There will be many influential people there, and you can build some valuable connections. We, the Tang family, have decided to make friends with you. Don't decline."

Huang Quan hadn't finished speaking when Old Man Tang preemptively continued, urging him. Huang Quan pursed his lips. It was true that he now had money, but he lacked power and connections. If he wanted to help ghosts fulfill their attachments in the future, he would need extensive networks, like how he had found Yang Xue through Officer Liu. He nodded and replied,

"Alright then, I'll definitely be there on time."

Old Man Tang seemed very pleased, already laughing heartily over the phone. After hanging up, Huang Quan opened the invitation and saw that the date was imminent—it was tomorrow night.

The entire city was bustling that evening. The city's largest assassination organization, Blood Kill Network, announced a bounty hunting task, igniting excitement among every assassin. The target list included both business tycoons and gang leaders, with exceedingly generous rewards. Blood Kill Network hadn't been this lively for a while.

Hey! Listen up, I'm not giving up on anyone on this list. I'm just waiting for my cut!

You keep dreaming! Have you even looked at who's on it? The Zhao family, Hengchuang Real Estate, and Big Dong. Can you handle them all by yourself?

Hold on, does anyone know who this last person is?

Huang Quan? Never heard of him. How could such a small fry belong with these big shots?

I'm curious now! Huang Quan is mine, don't try to take him down before me.