The room is decorated in a classical and luxurious European style. The walls are made of dark mahogany and golden foliate panels. The panels are carved with intricate textures, and the mysterious textures give people a sense of ultimate luxury.
The huge rose branch-shaped chandelier on the ceiling slowly spreads out. Each green leaf is carved with fine leaf patterns. Beautiful rose flowers are blooming between the green leaves and branches. There are subtle and beautiful buds, buds about to bloom, and beautiful flowers in full bloom, red, white, yellow, and purple.
The quaint fireplace is probably just for decoration. The interior is clean and tidy. There is a tall cabinet on the right side of the fireplace. Various books are placed in the cabinet in an orderly manner. On the antique shelf on the left are various antique jades, all of which are exquisite and priceless.
Si Yiyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the top-floor luxury suite in Jiayuan, looking at the darkness outside the window. The sparse neon lights flickered in the distance, and the yellow street lights crisscrossing on both sides of the horse were like yellow ribbons, winding and circling.
At this time, a man in a black suit brought Huo Qiuzhen into the room and said, "Jiu Shao, Huo Qiuzhen is here."
"Hmm!" Si Yiyan turned his head slowly. His cold gaze seemed even deeper and more distant under the warm yellow light, and his whole body revealed an unpredictable and frightening aura.
The man stepped aside, his tall figure seemed to merge with the air, with no trace of his presence at all.
It seemed as if there were only two people left in the huge room, and the quiet atmosphere in the room seemed even colder and more cramped.
Huo Qiuzhen is still immersed in grief and resentment because the death of his brother Huo Zhendong was such a huge blow to him. When he saw the man standing in front of him, his hatred suddenly erupted like a volcano. He roared, "It's you... You killed my brother and cleansed up all the forces of Black Sunday?"
"Hmm!" Si Yiyan admitted nonchalantly. The simple tone that came out of his throat was nonchalant and charming, as if Black Sunday and Huo Zhendong's death were not worth mentioning to him at all.
Huo Qiuzhen's eyes widened in an instant, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with spider web-like red bloodshot, which was shocking and terrifying. He rushed towards Si Yiyan like a madman: "I will kill you to avenge my brother..."
Si Yiyan raised his eyebrows, his cold face showing no emotion at all. He kicked Huo Qiuzhen who rushed over to him and made him crawl on the ground. He looked down at him and said, "Kill me? You are not qualified!"
The dull pain in his body suddenly woke him up from his chaotic thoughts. He looked at the man in front of him, wearing a dark blue shirt, standing quietly in front of him. His beautiful eyebrows were sunken, outlining a hidden sharpness. His narrow and long phoenix eyes were as cold as obsidian. His thin lips were slightly pursed, showing the extreme coldness.
He exudes a noble temperament that looks down on everything and everyone.
With just one glance, all the momentum in Huo Qiuzhen was taken away, and the whole person crawled on the ground dejectedly, like an ant who had lost all his will: "Who are you?"
Si Yiyan opened his thin lips coldly: "I remember two hours ago, you called me and asked for help."
Huo Qiuzhen's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Si Yiyan in disbelief: "It's... it's you! You are Rex..."
Si Yiyan remained silent.
His silence was the best answer. Huo Qiuzhen's body slumped, "Hahahaha, no wonder, all the forces of Black Sunday were purged in just a few days. It turns out... the real mastermind behind this is you, Rex."
He is the person behind Wen Xinya.
Si Yiyan walked over slowly. His black leather shoes were so shiny that they could shine brightly. Even on the thick carpet, he could still exude an imposing aura.
Huo Qiuzhen crawled on the ground, looking at the pair of feet walking towards him. Every step seemed to step heavily on the tip of his heart, bringing with it devastating, heart-wrenching pain.
Si Yiyan slowly raised his foot and suddenly stepped on his chest. With a force, the sound of broken ribs rang out strangely in the silent room: "Are you and Ning Shuqian working together to deal with Wen Xinya?"
Huo Qiuzhen's face turned pale with pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans instantly covered his forehead. He was right in his guess. Rex was the man behind Wen Xinya. No wonder Wen Xinya had been successful in everything since she returned to the Wen family. It turned out that she had such a powerful backer behind her.
"Speak!" Si Yiyan's footsteps suddenly increased in strength, and there was another crisp "click" sound.
Fresh red blood suddenly gushed out of Huo Qiuzhen's mouth, gushing out continuously. He gritted his teeth, the blood staining his teeth red. The gaps between his teeth were full of blood, and his pale and ferocious face was very scary: "Wen Xinya, that bitch..." The crisp sound of "Crackling" rang out again, and Huo Qiuzhen's face became more distorted and ferocious in pain: "She actually ruined my brother's life, how could I swallow this breath, if I hadn't worried about exposing Black Sunday, I would have dealt with her long ago."
Si Yiyan suddenly stepped on Huo Qiuzhen's neck and said, "Besides you, who else is involved? What is your connection with Black Sunday? What is your grudge with the Wen family?"
Previously, he guessed that there was something else behind Wen Xinya's mother's death, and that it was not easy for Ning Shuqian to marry into the Wen family. Now that he had found out about Huo Qiuzhen, he was not satisfied with the result.
"No... This is my personal behavior." Huo Qiuzhen knew that he would die today, so he might as well tell the truth and suffer less torture.
"Do you know the consequences of lying to me?" Si Yiyan's foot suddenly pressed down.
Huo Qiuzhen's neck suddenly tightened, and the force almost choked his breath in an instant. No matter how wide he opened his mouth, he couldn't take in a breath of air. His face quickly flushed red. He almost instinctively used his hands to pry his feet apart, but the foot seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't pry it apart even if he tried his best. He could only squeeze out a few words from his throat: "Don't... dare... to deceive... Rex!"
Just a few words took up all his strength. Huo Qiuzhen twisted his feet and a heavy, hoarse sound came out of his nose, which sounded very painful.
Si Yiyan slowly moved his feet away. In fact, he had roughly guessed that it was true that Huo Qiuzhen used Ning Shuqian to deal with Wen Xinya. He was indeed the force behind Ning Shuqian, but whether there was any other story behind this matter could not be truly confirmed.
He would meet Huo Qiuzhen in person to verify the facts with him, but that was only because it involved Xinya's matter and he was unwilling to miss any clues.
Si Yiyan said calmly: "Take him away and deal with him. Give him a quick death."