NOVEL WEB Chapter 4
[Heavy Rainstorm.]
[The First Hospital of North China Safety Zone.]
[Duan Haiping’s gloomy eyes scanned the medical elite in front of him, and the sound of thunder made his face look like Shura at this moment.
The doctors remained silent, not daring to look at their colleague who had been pierced by a sharp knife. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, mixing with the dampness of rain, creating a nauseating atmosphere.
In the deathly silence, Duan Haiping finally spoke: “I want you to save him. Anyone who dares to say no will end up like him.”
He pointed at the dead body on the ground, his tone extremely indifferent, as if human life were not worth mentioning in his eyes.
The doctors dared not speak out in anger. They knew very well that Liu Jin’an’s injuries could no longer be treated by manpower unless…
An elderly doctor, unable to bear seeing his colleagues die together, knelt on the ground as if resigned to death: “Mr. Liu’s injuries are too serious. Only healing powers can save him.”
In the entire North China Safe Zone, only Gu Letian of the Gu family had such power.
Duan Haiping was silent.
The doctors shared an understanding look. Who didn’t know that Duan Haiping and the Gu family had always had conflicting ideas, even using coercion and inducement to separate the young master Liu Jin’an of the Gu family?
But then, the man responded: “Okay.”
Duan Haiping lowered his eyebrows, and his eyes—usually full of killing intent, ruthlessness, and indifference—now only showed a trace of warmth when he looked at Liu Jin’an.
But even that touch of warmth was now replaced by terrifying scarlet.
He suppressed the madness in his eyes and, with a pious expression, pressed a kiss on the young man’s cold forehead. “Wait until I come back.”
But Duan Haiping left and never returned.]
A strange emotion surged in his mind, and along with the words in the book, Liu Jin’an’s hands trembled slightly. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to make any sound.
The voice from the other side came again: “If you don’t speak, I will end the call.”
“Don’t, don’t!” Liu Jin’an’s voice was hoarse. These two simple words took all his strength.
Taking a deep breath and adjusting his emotions, which were on the verge of collapse, he spoke again: “Duan Haiping, the world will end in seven days. Many animals and plants will mutate, and even the crops in the fields will mutate.”
“Who are you, and why should I believe you?” Duan Haiping asked.
Liu Jin’an replied, “My name is Liu Jin’an. What I said is all recorded in a novel. Otherwise, how could I, a stranger, know your personal phone number?”
Indeed, if Duan Haiping’s personal phone number had been made public, Liu Jin’an wouldn’t have to suffer for so long.
“There are limits to joking,” Duan Haiping’s voice was filled with anger. “I don’t care how you got my number, but if you dare call me again, I will definitely…”
“You are the real person in charge of the Duan Group. What I said is correct,” Liu Jin’an interrupted Duan Haiping.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Liu Jin’an knew he had made the right bet, because only a few of Duan Haiping’s confidants knew about this matter.
The so-called chairman of the Duan Group who appeared publicly was merely a puppet chosen by Duan Haiping.
Then, Liu Jin’an revealed all of Duan Haiping’s past.
On the other end, the man with the stern face listened to the voice on the phone. Gradually, murderous intent emerged in his eyes.
He did not allow anyone who knew everything about him but couldn’t be controlled to exist.
“You are very smart, but I hate it when someone shows off their intelligence in front of me.” His voice was cold. “Tell me, who told you this, and what do you want from me?”
The other party’s response was surprisingly aggrieved: “Why do you still refuse to believe me?”
For some reason, the murderous intent in his heart was diluted slightly by this voice, replaced by deep curiosity.
For the first time, Duan Haiping became intrigued: “I don’t even know who you are or what you look like, so why should I believe you? If you want me to believe you, why don’t you tell me about the end of the world again—right here, in front of me?”
“You want to trick me into killing me,” the man replied, not believing a word. “Duan Haiping, you really repay kindness with hatred.”
He spoke of repayment with hatred, but there was no hint of hatred in his tone.
‘Who is this person? Why does he know so much about him?’
Even his character—how could he understand him so well?
Duan Haiping couldn’t help but grow suspicious, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table, his expression growing darker.
On the other end of the phone, the young man’s voice returned, now tinged with a hint of frivolity: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to irritate you. I just called to remind you to prepare early. After the end of the world, food shortages will be a serious problem. Only food grown by superpower users—especially earth and wood superpower users—will avoid mutation. You should also collect meteorites that will fall from the sky to enhance your powers.”
“Spiritual treasures will emerge after the end of the world. This is a great opportunity, but obtaining them requires passing a test, which involves certain risks.”
“I know you might not believe me, but as the saying goes, ‘It’s better to believe something than to believe something isn’t.’ If you prepare early, you won’t lose much.”
Duan Haiping let the other party talk endlessly. Normally, he would’ve hung up and ordered his subordinates to investigate this person.
But strangely, he did not do that.
As he listened to the young man’s clear, calm voice, Duan Haiping felt an odd sense of relaxation.
“If you still refuse to believe me…” Liu Jin’an fell silent for a long time. He was genuinely worried that Duan Haiping would disregard his warning and waste precious time.
Then, with sudden frustration, Liu Jin’an spoke again, his voice now sharp and irritated: “You’re 19.8 centimetres. If you don’t believe me, go and measure it yourself!”
Duan Haiping stared at the now silent phone in a daze. For a moment, he seemed to recall something, and his face flushed with an inexplicable embarrassment.
He rubbed his temples, no longer hesitating. He summoned several of his trusted subordinates.
Shaking his wheelchair, Duan Haiping made his way to them.
They immediately knelt on one knee, not daring to look up at him.
“Xu Zhaoxin,” Duan Haiping ordered, “I’ll give you three days to raise supplies. Prepare enough for ten thousand people for ten years. The more, the better. Go.”
Xu Zhaoxin: “Yes.”
“Yang Shu, assist him. The rest of you, check the Duan Group’s accounts and transfer the available funds.”
“Yes, sir!”
After giving the orders, Duan Haiping wheeled himself to the window.
The rain was pouring heavily outside.
He wanted to close the window, but his paralyzed legs prevented him from doing something so simple.
Fists clenched, Duan Haiping’s thoughts returned to that young man.
If he wanted, he could trace Liu Jin’an’s IP address and send someone to bring him to him.
The young man, Liu Jin’an, knew too much about him, and he needed to ensure Liu Jin’an remained within his control.
But he didn’t do that. This was the first time he had acted against his own judgment—
Because he still couldn’t figure out how Liu Jin’an knew his size.
What was their connection in that so-called novel?
Note
Hmm… how money inch is that?