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Chapter 81
Lin Qiang stood silently, watching his father as his anger smoldered, his expression cold and detached. He was no longer interested in facing the consequences of his actions, only in the rapid pace of the downfall that was already well underway. His entire focus shifted to the chaotic environment around him, as everything he had built seemed to be collapsing.
The phone call with Lin Wu had done little to calm him. He knew that Lin Wu, in his typical fashion, would not be swayed by mere words. He had always been the more direct, decisive brother—prone to action, not negotiation. The cold tone in Lin Wu’s voice was a warning: if anything happened to Lin Xiao, Lin Qiang would have more than just financial troubles to worry about.
As Lin Wu prepared to make his way back to Donghai, a menacing thought crossed Lin Qiang’s mind—he had unwittingly set the stage for a deadly rivalry between his brothers. The moment Lin Wu learned of the stroke and the alleged cause, all hell would break loose. Lin Qiang knew all too well how explosive Lin Wu’s temper could be, especially when it came to family matters.
Back in Shengcheng, Lin Wu’s mind was clouded with rage. The anger had built steadily, simmering since the moment he heard the news about his father’s stroke. It wasn’t just the shock of the incident—it was the realization that his brother, Lin Qiang, had allowed such a thing to happen. Lin Wu’s grip on the phone tightened, and the scowl on his face deepened as the details sunk in. There was no mercy in him now. He was already on his way back, determined to confront his brother and the situation head-on.
“I’ll deal with you when I get there, Lin Qiang,” Lin Wu muttered under his breath, his voice low and threatening. His subordinates, sensing the dangerous shift in his demeanor, exchanged worried glances but said nothing. They had seen Lin Wu like this before—when his anger was focused, it was best to stay out of his way.
As Lin Wu moved out, Jiang Ning’s training camp continued in the countryside, completely unaware of the turmoil unfolding in the Lin family. Brother Gou and the others, drenched in sweat and covered in dirt, were pushing themselves to their limits. The training ground had become a battleground, testing their endurance and willpower like never before.
Brother Gou, who had been particularly relentless in his efforts, found himself struggling but not willing to give in. His hands, scraped and bruised, slammed into the ground with each fall. He refused to let fatigue stop him. His eyes burned with determination, and he constantly urged his comrades to press on. “Charge! Again!” he barked, his voice rough from exhaustion. He had a fire in his belly that wouldn’t let him quit. If others could move forward, so could he.
Despite the grueling nature of the training, the men could feel a transformation happening. They were improving, even if it was at a pace that seemed impossible just days ago. Every drop of sweat, every bruise, felt like a step toward something greater—something far more powerful than they had ever imagined. And somewhere, in the midst of their struggles, they realized just how far they had come in such a short time. If they could conquer this training, they would be ready for anything, even the coming storm in Donghai.
But for now, all they could focus on was the next hurdle, the next obstacle in their path. The competition was fierce, and Jiang Ning’s challenge was no easy feat—but they were ready to push through. The future, however, held much more than just physical challenges. They were about to become players in a far greater game, one that was already shaping up to be far more dangerous than they had anticipated.
