494: Chapter 489 Go Back and Take Back Everything That Belongs to You

Shen Yan's tone was as if quenched with ice.

"You only have thirty minutes to consider."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

In the suite, silence fell once again.

Kevin looked at Shen Yan and suddenly felt that the man before him was like a god holding chess pieces.

No, a devil.

He precisely calculated every move, utilizing the deepest fears and greed within human nature to place one piece after another into the positions he desired.

This process lacked any trace of worldly activity.

Yet, it sent shivers down one's spine.

"We... will win, right?"

Kevin's voice was somewhat ethereal.

Shen Yan did not answer him.

He just looked out the window.

The twilight of Saint Ludo painted the sky a magnificent orange-red.

It was beautiful.

But it also resembled blood.

At 4:50 PM.

Shen Yan's laptop emitted a soft 'ding'.

An anonymous email lay in the inbox.

The sender was Old John.

In the attachment were over a dozen encrypted files.

Kevin leaned closer, looking at the file names.

"Analysis of Siren Song's Funding Sources and Flow"

"Secret Agreement Between Hosen Mining and South American 'Blood Diamond' Mines"

"Andrew Hosen's Private Offshore Account Details"

...

Every single one was a bombshell.

Kevin's hands started shaking again.

This time, it was not due to fear.

But because of excitement.

At almost the exact same moment.

Another laptop chimed once.

A second anonymous email.

It came from Engineer Peter.

What he provided were technical pieces of evidence.

This included the backend code of the software used by the Foundation for money laundering, falsified shipping records, and several crucial call recordings of key figures.

The two sets of evidence formed a perfect closed loop.

"It's ready."

Shen Yan categorized and packaged all the files.

Then, through an untraceable encrypted channel, he sent them simultaneously to the Federal Tax Administration, the Securities and Exchange Commission, and the Narcotics Bureau.

Having completed all this, he closed the computer.

"Step two, complete."

Kevin leaned back on the sofa, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

He won.

They won another step.

But in his heart, there was none of the imagined joy.

Only a vast sense of confusion and emptiness.

He recalled Old John's desperate plea on the phone.

He recalled Timothy's shy face.

He felt as if he could see the fates of countless people being completely rewritten because of one decision he made.

"Shen..."

He wanted to say something, but found his throat terribly dry.

"Feeling lost?"

Shen Yan stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet, and poured two glasses of water.

He handed one to Kevin.

"Do you think what we are doing is right, or wrong?"

Kevin took the water glass but did not drink.

He did not know.

He truly did not know.

"In this world, many things do not have a right or wrong."

Shen Yan looked at the gradually sinking night outside the window.

"There is only a standpoint."

"The moment you decided to seek revenge against the Hosen Family, you stood on the opposite side of them."

"Between you and them, only one person can remain standing."

"If you want to stand, you must use any means necessary."

Shen Yan turned around and looked at Kevin.

"If you want to back out now, there is still time."

"I can arrange a new identity for you, a sum of money, and send you to any country you wish to go."

"Your life can start anew."

"However, you must completely forget everything about the Hosen Family."

"Including your hatred."

Kevin gripped the water glass tightly.

Forget? How could he forget?

Forget the mournful cries of 'Lightning'?

Forget the unresigned look in his mother's eyes as she looked at him before she died?

Forget the despair of being locked up on the farm like a dog, praying day and night just to survive?

Those memories were already etched into his bones.

They had become a part of his life.

"No."

Kevin looked up.

His eyes shone terrifyingly bright in the dim light.

"I want to see it through."

"I want to see them fall into hell with my own eyes."

The corner of Shen Yan's mouth seemed to curve slightly.

But it quickly returned to calm.

"Very good."

He picked up his own glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.

"Then get ready."

"Step three, the final step."

"Catching the turtle in the jar."

Outside the window, the neon lights of Saint Ludo lit up one by one.

A bigger storm was brewing.

The night in Saint Ludo was just beginning.

However, Shen Yan's phone began to flash crazily even earlier than the neon lights outside.

It wasn't a spam call.

What was flashing on the screen were real-time briefings being received.

"Federal Tax Administration establishes a special task force."

"Securities and Exchange Commission issues internal investigation order."

"Narcotics Bureau seals off Pier Number Three under Hosen Mining."

Every piece of news was like a bullet precisely shot into the heart of the Hosen Family.

Simultaneously, Kevin's new phone also started vibrating.

The caller ID showed his uncle, Marcus Hossen.

Next was his aunt, Elizabeth.

And several distant relatives he had only seen at family annual meetings.

The calls came one after another, ringing persistently, as if trying to drain the battery.

Kevin did not answer.

He just looked at those familiar names, complex emotions surging in his eyes.

Not a single one of these people had offered help when he was being hunted by Andrew and fleeing for his life.

Now, they were rushing to contact him.

"The storm has begun."

Shen Yan's voice was calm, as if stating a weather forecast.

"Old Hossen will convene a meeting for everyone."

"It's a tradition for old-school families like theirs; the more critical the situation, the more they need to show unity."

Kevin nodded.

He knew this better than anyone.

The family meeting was the highest arena of power for the Hossen Family.

It was also an arena for judgment.

"When do we go?"

Kevin's voice was a little hoarse.

"No rush."

Shen Yan glanced at his watch.

"Let them argue for a while first."

"Panic needs time to ferment."

"We must appear at the moment they are most desperate and need a savior the most."

One hour later.

'Ghost' sent a new message.

A photograph.

At the gate of Hossen Manor, a long line of over ten luxury cars was visible. Family members rarely seen on weekdays were all gathered there.

"Time's up."

Shen Yan stood up.

"Get changed."

In the cloakroom hung a brand-new suit.

Italian handmade custom, dark gray, perfectly tailored.

Kevin, no, Adam, shed his casual clothes.

When he put on the suit and tied his tie in front of the mirror, the down-and-out young master who had barely survived on the farm disappeared.

In his place stood the heir of the Hossen Family, with ice-cold eyes burning with the fire of revenge.

"Something is still missing."

Shen Yan walked over and fastened a Patek Philippe wristwatch onto his wrist.

The watch face reflected a cold light under the lamps.

"Remember, you are not going back today to beg for mercy."

"You are going back to take everything that belongs to you."