Chapter 469 - 331: Killing Spree, Media Firestorm (2)

Chapter 469: Chapter 331: Killing Spree, Media Firestorm (2)

But Song Ling’er felt not the slightest bit of fear.

After all, back when she was in the trash district, she would often hide in this kind of overgrown wilderness, staying for an entire night at a time.

So instead of making her tense, this kind of environment actually made her feel quite relaxed.

After a brief rest, she raised her binoculars and began to observe carefully.

Wu Liangchen had been clear when he left: she was to observe carefully and report any abnormalities to him immediately.

And Song Ling’er never hesitated when it came to Wu Liangchen’s orders, always carrying them out to the letter.

Meanwhile, inside the factory complex, Wu Liangchen did a quick search of the office buildings. After confirming no one was hiding, he made his way to the control center.

There, he found some paper files related to human experimentation, along with several encrypted electronic storage devices.

It wasn’t everything, but it was enough.

After stuffing everything into his backpack, Wu Liangchen left the factory complex and rendezvoused with Song Ling’er on the hill.

When she saw Wu Liangchen, Song Ling’er stood up. A trace of tension remained on her face, but her eyes were bright.

"I saw the bodies just now. Your marksmanship is still a bit green, but it’s already quite good," Wu Liangchen said with a small smile.

Hearing this, Song Ling’er’s cheeks flushed, and she grew a little flustered.

Seeing her reaction, Wu Liangchen chuckled and patted her on the head. "Let’s go."

The two of them left the grassy field and drove back to the city. Wu Liangchen then photographed every page of the paper documents and sent the images, along with the electronic files and videos, to Tian Zhong Mountain.

What happened next was Tian Zhong Mountain’s problem.

This was a high-rise residence in the main urban district of Qing Province.

Spanning nearly a thousand square meters, the apartment was an extravagance in this bustling city center where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.

This was also one of the properties Tian Zhong Mountain had privately acquired.

Sometimes, when he stayed out too late at the clubs, he would come here to crash.

But Tian Zhong Mountain hadn’t gone to any clubs today.

In fact, he hadn’t gone anywhere at all.

Ever since dinner, he had been sitting in front of his computer, waiting anxiously.

Wu Liangchen had told him he would make his move today.

So he was incredibly nervous, with no idea how things would turn out.

Finally, after hearing a DING, Tian Zhong Mountain shot up from where he was slumped in his chair and immediately opened his email.

Sure enough, a new email was sitting quietly in his inbox.

Tian Zhong Mountain impatiently downloaded, unzipped, and decrypted it...

When he saw the shocking footage in the video and the densely packed files, Tian Zhong Mountain felt his breath catch in his throat.

He’d never dreamed the haul would be this big.

A thrill of excitement shot through him.

This was a crucial piece of leverage for taking down the Sun family.

Granted.

In most cases, public opinion posed no threat to a powerful clan like his.

But it all depended on who was stirring up that public opinion.

If it were an ordinary citizen or a reporter, the story would never see the light of day, and the person behind it would simply disappear.

But Tian Zhong Mountain was the Second Young Master Tian. If he was the one making the move, things would be different.

The Sun family would be furious and would retaliate, of course, but that didn’t matter.

As long as he made the first move and created an opening, the other powerful clans would smell blood in the water and swarm in to tear a chunk of flesh from the behemoth that was the Sun family.

This also meant that most of the spoils would be divided among others.

But Tian Zhong Mountain wasn’t greedy.

All he wanted was a share of the profits and the reputation for being the one who initiated the attack and brought down the Sun family.

With such an achievement to his name, who would dare say he wasn’t the undisputed successor of the Tian family?

At this thought, Tian Zhong Mountain trembled with excitement and immediately fired off a reply to Wu Liangchen.

In it, he heaped praise on Wu Liangchen’s swift action and promised he wouldn’t let the data go to waste—he would leverage it for maximum impact.

After sending his reply, Tian Zhong Mountain immediately got to work. The first step, naturally, was to get the ball rolling on public opinion.

The Tian family, of course, had its own media outlets and online PR firms.

However, those were all family assets, and Tian Zhong Mountain didn’t want to use them.

After operating independently for so many years, he naturally had his own channels.

Soon, after he contacted a few people, a media firestorm centered on the Sun family began to brew.

And Sun Fusheng was completely oblivious to all this.

He hadn’t been sleeping well lately. At dinner, he drank a glass of medicinal wine specially prepared by a pharmacist, then went to bed early.

At his age, the glory of his past had faded, replaced by a body full of aches and pains.

Although the Alliance’s medical technology was highly advanced—one could even replace organs at will—

Sun Fusheng, out of a sense of conservatism, refused to undergo such procedures.

Of course, having witnessed countless organ dissections and transplants himself, he couldn’t help but feel the whole business was a bit unreliable.

So, as he grew older, even with access to the highest level of medical care, he couldn’t escape the feeling of his body failing him.

He hadn’t even touched a woman in a full two months.

One had to understand, the so-called starlets and screen goddesses, packaged and promoted to be unattainable figures for the common man, were his for the taking.

But even the most beautiful women grow tiresome when you’ve seen too many.

These days, Sun Fusheng would rather get some sleep than bother with women.

The medicinal wine he’d had tonight was good. At least it had helped Sun Fusheng get to sleep.

In his dream, he returned to his high-spirited youth: fine clothes and furious steeds, strong liquor and willing women. Life had been exhilarating.

But suddenly, the dream shifted. Sun Lingchen stood before his bed, covered in blood, staring at him with a sorrowful expression.

"Grandfather, you have to avenge me!"

Sun Fusheng startled awake.

The glowing clock on his nightstand showed he had only been asleep for just over an hour.

He let out a long breath and rolled over, about to go back to sleep, when a knock suddenly came from outside the door.

Sun Fusheng frowned.

’Who could it be this late?’

But on second thought, he sat up and said in a low voice, "Come in."

The door opened, and his butler walked in, drenched in sweat, his face pale with panic.

"What is it?" Sun Fusheng asked, startled by the sight.

"M-master, a report just came in... Base Number Three has been... has been..."

"Has been what?" At the mention of Base Number Three, Sun Fusheng’s voice turned sharp.

The butler swallowed hard. "Wiped out!" he said, his voice strained.

"What? Who did it? The Tian family? Some other clan?" Sun Fusheng demanded, shocked.

"Neither. Based on the available information, it seems... it was the work of a single person!"

A name immediately flashed through Sun Fusheng’s mind.

"Wu Liangchen? Impossible. Base Number Three is extremely well-hidden. There’s no way Wu Liangchen could..."

Sun Fusheng’s voice trailed off as a dreadful possibility occurred to him.

Wu Liangchen had likely joined forces with another clan.

If that was true, the Sun family was in serious trouble.

"Immediately have our people monitor the web. If you find anything unusual, shut it down at once. We cannot let any information spread."

It had to be said, Sun Fusheng’s response was that of a seasoned veteran.

Unfortunately for him, this time he was up against the well-prepared Tian Zhong Mountain.

Just one hour later, the internet was suddenly flooded with rumors about the Sun family.

SHOCKING! Secret Sun Family Factory in Qing Province Exposed, Suspected of Live Human Experimentation!

A Beacon of Science or a Den of Devils? The Mysterious Late-Night Fire at a Sun Family Factory!

Headlines like these spread like wildfire, overwhelming the web and pushing the Sun family into the eye of the storm.

Watching the news reports—all asserted with confidence and accompanied by photos and video clips—Sun Fusheng’s face turned ashen, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Have you found the mastermind behind this?" he asked, forcing down his rage.

"Reporting to the Patriarch. We traced the source. The stories originated from several major media influencers, and the money behind them came from... the Second Young Master Tian!"

The Second Young Master Tian...!

Sun Fusheng was so furious he began to laugh. "Good! What a fine Second Young Master Tian! What a fine Tian family!"

"Get me Tian Kun, Tian the Seventh, on the phone!" he roared.