My beautiful CEO wife-Chapter 1640: Dominoes

Lan Fenghao was completely scared, Xiao Zheng approached him slowly like an emotionless Demon God, and for the first time, he felt the crisis of death.

"Don’t, don’t kill me, I am... I am the eldest son of the Lan Family. If you kill me, the Lan Family will definitely take revenge!" He pointed at Xiao Zheng, who was walking towards him step by step, and shouted in a grim voice, no longer resembling the graceful noble son he once was.

"Revenge?" Xiao Zheng stepped forward, his body appearing ghostly in front of Lan Fenghao, grabbing his hair and lifting him to his face.

Squinting his eyes, he stared at this "handsome" face mixed with snot and tears.

"You say you want revenge on me?"

Xiao Zheng’s right hand gently lifted and then slowly lowered!

Slap!

With a crisp sound, Lan Fenghao’s body, lying on the ground, suddenly flew horizontally, rolling dozens of times on the ground before slowly coming to a stop.

He struggled to prop up his body, his lips split open from the slap. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Zheng, seeing only fear and horror akin to a Demon God in his eyes.

"You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Zheng’s body appeared in front of him again.

Slap!

Another crisp sound, Lan Fenghao was slapped away again, but this time it was his left cheek.

"Weren’t you the one who wanted me down?"

Xiao Zheng stepped forward to Lan Fenghao, lifting him and gazing at his face that resembled a pig’s head, swollen and red. With a murderous expression, he raised his right hand, Gang Qi swirling inside, and punched Lan Fenghao’s jaw!

Boom!

With a loud bang, Lan Fenghao’s entire face was distorted by the blow, Xiao Zheng’s right hand enveloped in Gang Qi, not stained by a single drop of blood.

"I... I..."

Boom!

Just as he intended to speak, Xiao Zheng’s fist fell into his mouth once again, knocking out all the teeth within.

"Want to say something?" Xiao Zheng squinted slightly, asking chillingly.

Boom!

"I let you speak!"

Boom!

"Weren’t you the one who wanted me down?"

Boom!

"Weren’t you the one who wanted to kill me?"

Boom!

After several punches, Xiao Zheng shattered Lan Fenghao’s entire mouth, leaving him rolling his eyes, unsure of whether he had fainted or died.

Xiao Zheng squinted, gently placing his right hand to toss the now unrecognizable face aside, then turned around, letting the Gang Qi in his right hand dissipate, the murderous cold fading to replace with his earlier gentleness. He took Yuan Ying’s hand and headed out of the hotel.

The surrounding crowd watched the murderous Demon God depart but dared not make a sound, only erupting in astonishment once he left the hotel.

Meanwhile...

In Beidao Guang’s seaside manor.

At this moment,

Bei Daohai leaned against a real chair, holding a book in his hand.

He loved reading such classic books; technology is always advancing, the world of martial arts is ever-changing, and people in this era seem to be all pursuing "freshness."

But knowledge must be precipitated by time to reveal its value. In fact, today’s changes all stem from the accumulation of past eras. As the saying goes, predecessors plant trees for future generations to enjoy the shade; this is the current state.

"Family Head, everyone is waiting for you," a voice sounded from behind.

"I know."

"Aren’t you going over now?"

"I’ll go after reading this."

He liked reading books written by ordinary people. While martial artists pursue strength, in terms of reason or soul, ordinary people often lead martial artists by a great deal. Today, everything they enjoy is fundamentally created by ordinary people.

Just like the Nobel Prize, he turned a page and continued reading; any knowledge must be tested by time. Many people ask why Lao She didn’t win back then? Why Lu Xun didn’t receive the Nobel Prize invitation?

Many great literary figures never obtain what we consider the pinnacle of literature, that prize?

Murakami, Lao She, Lu Xun—not denying their personal value and the literary value of their works, but we must understand one thing.

Not everyone in this world can endure the test of time. Of course, the aforementioned three authors can endure, but their lives may not withstand the test of time.

In their hearts, perhaps Lao She and Lu Xun did not long for this so-called literary pinnacle.

"Literati, indifferent to fame and wealth."

This is a laughable statement, but their fame and wealth need not be proven by a Nobel Prize in Literature; what they desire is readers’ recognition.

Because today, in this era, looking back at history, some people question why "Lao She and Lu Xun didn’t win the Nobel Prize" back then.

That sufficiently proves their inherent and work’s literary value, which is their fame and wealth.

Beidao Guang lifted his head slowly, closing the pages of the book with a smile.

He wasn’t seeking realism and philosophy; he read only to understand a principle.

Time is the best whetstone to test something.

Understanding this principle, he realized what he should do, lightly waving his right hand as the book in hand was slowly consumed by a dark fire.

He gently placed his right hand down, glanced at the shadow behind him, and smiled: "Find this author, ask him why he learned this principle, then kill him."

"Understood."

Bei Daohai’s face appeared gentle; he didn’t want anyone in the world to be smarter or more enlightened than him, nor did he want anyone teaching him anything.

Though he couldn’t stop everyone, he could, as far as he could, diminish the number of such people in the world.

Straightening his garments, his body slowly vanished from the room.

...

"Everyone, apologies for the wait." He suddenly appeared in a room shrouded in darkness where no one could discern who was behind the curtain, yet many people were seated there.

"Brother Bei, you even arrived late. I can’t tell if you’re confident or just self-assured?" a somewhat hoarse voice said.

"Haste makes waste. I never rush what must succeed, for when you hurry, it certainly spells failure." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Brother Bei has good composure. Did you come up with any brilliant plan during your delay?"

Bei Daohai chuckled lightly: "I wouldn’t call it a brilliant plan, but I did find a loophole in Sky Net."

"Oh? Please elaborate."

"Have any of you heard of the ’Domino principle’?"

Faces within the dark room gazed at each other, not understanding what Bei Daohai was talking about.

"The saying ’everyone pushes the wall down’ also refers to this. When Xiao Zheng, this tile... collides and falls, then all the tiles behind him will tumble subsequently. Do you understand, gentlemen?"

"Bei Daohai, what do you really mean? Stop beating around the bush and speak directly!"