376: Chapter 376 My Own Son

Han Jingyang never expected that Yang Zhizhong would actually make such a request.

Is that his own son?

Are we supposed to stage a father-son mutual killing drama today?

That wouldn't be good.

Besides, why kill someone for no reason?

He is not a serial killer.

Nor is he a hitman who kills for money.

He is a law-abiding citizen who only kills those who have offended him deeply—in other words, his enemies.

Therefore, after a moment of stunned silence, he shook his head: "Old Yang, don't say things like that in the future. I am not a hitman, and Jiguang Zhai is not the Continental Hotel. We don't do business killing people for money."

Yang Zhizhong was also stunned for a moment, then hurriedly apologized: "Mr. Han, I'm truly sorry. I... I was just so angry."

"Hmm, is that your own son?"

"Yes, he is my biological son, born to my ex-wife. He is thirty-two years old this year, Yang Yujie's half-brother, and he also works in the group. It's just... sigh, he is truly... good for nothing."

"Good for nothing? That doesn't warrant calling for his death, does it?"

"If he were just good for nothing, of course, that wouldn't be the case. But I just found out that he played a part in me getting injured. If he hadn't acted as an inside man to let the enemies in, how could I have been injured so easily? I have experts protecting me," Yang Zhizhong said, gnashing his teeth in hatred. "That animal has been colluding with his uncle for a long time."

"What for? Ownership of the group?"

Yang Zhizhong nodded heavily: "He is good for nothing, so I certainly wouldn't let him take power. But I didn't expect this wolf-hearted creature would actually..."

Han Jingyang didn't expect to encounter something like this either.

Although he had heard of many things, a son wanting to kill his own father is quite rare in reality.

Apart from families fighting for the throne, such things rarely happen in ordinary families.

To murder one's own father for the family fortune—how stupid can one be?

Especially in today's social environment, not to mention whether one can commit the perfect crime, even if one could, it is very difficult to completely control the assets left by the father, especially in the case of a listed company.

Listed companies have boards of directors, various complex authorities, and countless clauses. A slight carelessness could lead to losing power, being slowly pushed out of management, and even being squeezed out of the company.

That is no exaggeration.

Moreover, doing such a thing always carries the risk of exposure. Once done, it's like burying a bomb under one's own seat that could explode at any time, and one would have to live under the threat of this bomb for the rest of their life.

So, Yang Zhizhong's son really isn't much; he was likely swindled by his own uncle.

Father and son destroy each other, and the uncle reaps the benefits.

This strategy is simple but practical, and it's easy to whitewash.

While they were talking, the noise at the door grew louder. The yellow-haired man leading them shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dad, Dad, say something! If you are being threatened, just say something."

Yang Zhizhong was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. His hands gripped the armrests of his wheelchair so tightly that his fury seemed to be pouring out of his eyes. After holding it in for a long while, he turned his head to look at Han Jingyang: "Mr. Han, what do you think..."

Han Jingyang laughed: "This is your family business; it has nothing to do with me. Deal with it however you like, as long as you don't cause trouble in my shop or at the entrance."

Having said that, he turned his head and said to Shi Xiaoya: "Drive him away; it's a bad influence."

After speaking, he smiled at Yang Zhizhong again: "Consider it a bonus, after all, the remuneration you gave is quite generous."

Yang Zhizhong hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Han."

Han Jingyang waved his hand indifferently: "Actually, I still prefer the title 'Mr. Han'."

"Mr. Han?"

"Hmm."

"I've noted it," Yang Zhizhong said, watching Shi Xiaoya walk out. He stared intently at the door, his eyes filled with anticipation, hoping that Shi Xiaoya would be heavy-handed and kill that bastard son, solving everything once and for all.

No one wants to kill their own biological son with their own hands.

Yang Zhizhong doesn't want to either.

Having someone do it for him makes Yang Zhizhong happier than anything.

But Yang Zhizhong was very disappointed, because after Shi Xiaoya said a few words and slapped the yellow-haired man away, the group scattered like birds and beasts.

Shi Xiaoya returned and said to Han Jingyang: "Honey, just a bunch of ordinary thugs, no threat at all."

Han Jingyang nodded: "Then let's begin."

Shi Xiaoya, Liu Jing, and Zou Rushuang hurriedly set up the altar, placed the offerings, and lit the incense and candles.

Han Jingyang stood beside Yang Yujie, holding a golden bell, and began to perform the Yu Step.

He walked while shaking the bell.

After completing the ritual, he suddenly formed a finger sign and pointed it at the unconscious Yang Yujie, simultaneously activating the skill attached to the golden bell.

"Name: Ming Dynasty Jiajing Pure Gold Bagua Bell."

"Grade: Sixth Grade."

"Attribute: Spirit Soothing +5."

"Skill: Soul Return."

Soul Return is a folk term; after losing one's soul, one goes to call the soul back, which is said to allow the lost soul to return to its original position.

In fact, the soul leaving the body rarely happens; most common situations involve the displacement of the soul.

Under normal circumstances, the three souls and seven spirits each perform their duties and remain in their positions. When startled or in certain situations, they leave their proper places, which manifests as being dispirited, rambling, having disordered limbs, and various other symptoms. Different souls suffering different degrees of damage manifest different symptoms.

Professionals who specialize in this field know what's going on at a glance.

Yang Yujie and Yang Zhizhong's situation is like this. It is said that their spirits are injured, but in reality, ordinary people really don't have the ability to destroy a person's spirit while ignoring their physical body. Most people just startle the spirit, which means using fear or stimulation to make the target's spirit lose stability and balance.

For the spirit, the physical body is not just a container; it is also a shell, a protective layer. Attacks directly aimed at the spirit are often largely neutralized by the physical body, much like the Earth's magnetic field can block the vast majority of electromagnetic, ionizing, and radiation attacks from outer space; it's a similar principle.

Only some of Han Jingyang's items and skills can ignore the existence of the physical body to directly destroy the primordial spirit or soul. Other people's skills are generally indirect damage, similar to striking through a barrier.

Once the skill was activated.

It was immediately effective.

Blue energy gradually condensed into a phantom, its face and figure highly similar to Yang Yujie's, as if it were a primordial spirit that had left the body. The virtual primordial spirit of Yang Yujie circled Yang Yujie's body twice, then reluctantly sat on Yang Yujie's body, aligned its limbs, and slowly lay down.

The next second, the unconscious Yang Yujie groaned and slowly opened her eyes, then jumped up with a "whoosh," staring intently at Han Jingyang, her eyes full of wariness and confusion.

Yang Zhizhong was also excited and jumped up: "It's magical, truly magical. This scene, this spectacle, it's miraculous. Truly worthy of being the famous Mr. Han, you're the real deal."

Han Jingyang smiled faintly: "A small scene."

Yang Zhizhong was still excited: "No, it's definitely not a small scene. At least, this is the first time in my life I've seen such a mystical scene. This is a true cultivator; you must be practicing an orthodox method, right? Mr. Han, was that Yujie's soul I saw just now?"

Han Jingyang couldn't be bothered to explain and nodded slightly: "You can think of it that way."

"Then is Yujie okay now?"

"Yes, she is fine, fully recovered," Han Jingyang's mouth curled slightly: "I don't act unless necessary, but when I do, it is definitely foolproof."

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Han," Yang Zhizhong thanked him repeatedly, then took his daughter's hand and knelt before Han Jingyang: "Quickly thank Mr. Han for saving your life."

However, Yang Yujie stood firm and refused to kneel: "I kneel to heaven, to earth, and to my parents. Why should I kneel to him...?"