He only thinks about engaging in intrigues with his opponents, using subtle methods and elegant moves to show his identity as a "smart man", completely forgetting that the other party can directly overturn the table and solve everything in the most violent way. Most of these people are nobles born on cloud and mud. They claim to be wise, but in fact, they are the stupidest fools.
So, is Yinjue a fool?
The answer is obvious, no.
As an old man who is over two hundred years old, but whose appearance remains unchanged like Conan, Yinjue's wisdom and insight are beyond the reach of most people. Moreover, as a powerful person in a high position, Yin Jue's life of more than two hundred years was not mediocre, but constantly tempering himself under countless hardships and hardships, which also shaped his god-like toughness. soul.
So the question is, would such a person make such an obvious mistake?
"You keep delaying."
Suddenly, the gloom and anger on Yin Jue's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a calmness like a shadow, "If you really want to control me and let your legions drive straight into the underground black market, you can connect to my life." Then cast any spell to knock me out. No one dares to kill you, and no one dares to kill me, so you said too much."
"oh?"
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows, touched his teeth gently, and said with a smile, "Are you so confident?"
"Yes."
Even though he was stepped on, even if Zhou Li looked down at him with a contemptuous look, Yin Jue did not have any emotional fluctuations at all. Instead, he was calm.
Just like an adult playing with children, calm as water.
"Because I am too."
Cold hair suddenly stood up, and Zhou Li's pupils suddenly shrank into thin points. Without any hesitation, a dagger made of purple halo appeared in Zhou Li's hand, directly cutting off the life connection between him and Yin Jue.
puff!
Seeing a big hole in his chest, his whole body collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes turning white, Zhou Li's face darkened.
"You think well...really well."
It was like the sound of a broken bellows being pulled, hoarse and broken. Yinjue looked at Zhou Li, as calm as a dead man, "The huge amount of information in a short period of time, coupled with the threat of life, will make people lose a certain amount of reason, and subconsciously Trust your words. If applied to anyone else, even Mr. Yin, it would work."
Zhou Li seemed to understand something at this time. He only felt that the palms of his hands were a little cold. Mr. Yin, who admired Yin Jue extremely, remained unmoved in the face of Yin Jue's injury. He seemed to have expected all this, and remained silent. Sit aside and watch everything happening in front of you.
"But unfortunately, I am an old man, and the life of an old man is very fragile."
Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand and pulled open the clothes on his chest, revealing his chest covered with purple scars. Yin Jue looked at Zhou Li, his voice neither happy nor sad, "You are stalling for time, and so am I. I have always needed you to leave me a wound, or in other words, a mark that can grow."
"You want to die?"
Zhou Li's words were not a threat, Yinjue could tell.
"That's right."
Yin Jue nodded. He stretched out his hand. His fingers showed no signs of aging and there were no wrinkles. He gently pressed the scar on his chest and sighed: "I deserve to die."
"If I don't die, sooner or later I will be trampled under your feet like you are now, threatening the entire commercial church with my life connection."
"Then can you die directly?"
Zhou Li looked at Yin Jue and asked sincerely: "The kind that breaks your bones and spreads ashes, and even the goddess of life cannot save you?"
"Forget it then."
Yin Jue suddenly smiled, relieved, "I have been greedy for the appreciation, honor and the world's applause that the Church of Commerce has brought me for too long. In fact, I should have died a long time ago. The living Yin Jue is too limited, because I carry the burden of With the Church of Commerce.”
"So, if you want to die, the dead Yin Jue won't have to worry about this, right?"
Zhou Li understood everything, held his chest with his hands, and asked intriguingly: "And your death must have something to do with me. You let me break in here, pierce your chest with the life connection, leaving traces that belong to me. In this way, your death will be related to me..."
"why?"
Zhou Li moved his feet, leaned down, and asked curiously: "You should understand that even if you let someone publish a perfect video of me killing you, it will not have any impact on my reputation or power. . It’s just a little more condemnation and a little more scandal, but you know, I don’t care.”
"Oh, yes, I understand."
The corner of his mouth curled up, Zhou Li nodded, and before Yin Jue could speak, he replied to himself: "You are really a businessman, even your own reputation can be counted in the profits."
"Posthumous names are meaningless to me."
Yin Jue smiled faintly. It was clear that his throat had begun to make a leaking sound and his life was beginning to go backwards. He still said calmly: "Use my name to ignite the hatred of the Commercial Church against you. That is enough."
"Then how will you fight me again?"
Zhou Li stood in front of Yin Jue who collapsed on the ground and asked indifferently: "A corpse that can move, or are you planning to fake death?"
"I'm not that capable of faking death in front of you."
Yin Jue smiled and shook his head. At this time, he was like an ordinary friend next door, as if talking about everyday things, "I will definitely die, even in a soul-broken way. But, You’ll see me.”
No blood can flow from the wound on his chest, Yin Jue's face has lost all color, and life, which has been in his body for two centuries, has left him. With a voice of relief and emotion, he said to Zhou Li:
"To die for a conspiracy is really an undignified way to die, isn't it?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will strip your body naked and throw it into a herd of catalyzed cattle, where I will ravage you all day and night in front of the whole world?"
Zhou Li looked at Yin Jue and asked calmly: "I can fill in the degrading corpse for your degrading death, do you want it?"
"That's better."
Yin Jue said calmly: "I would like to thank you in advance for helping me go further."
Zhou Li didn't ask Yin Jue if it was worth it. He didn't even want to say more. He knew that this time, he was temporarily defeated by Yin Jue. He never thought that this person who has survived to this day by profit would actually choose to put his life on the balance of profit.
"Two hundred years ago, when I first became a regional bishop and could earn a monthly salary of one gold coin, I felt that it was not worth sacrificing myself."
As if he could understand what Zhou Li wanted to ask, Yinjue laughed, with a look of memories that he had never had before, and said softly: "In two hundred years, the gold coins flowing through my hands can bury a city. I am now." The wealth I have is immeasurable. But now I have nothing."
"For me now, even such an undignified death is worth it."
The heart stopped beating, the brain tended to stagnate, and the smile on Yinjue's face stiffened. He looked at Zhou Li, his voice trembling.
"You asked me how I will appear the next time we fight."
The blood stagnated and life left Yinjue.
“The sound of silver coins falling on the scales will never go away.”
Snowing.
"You know, there is a saying in my hometown that it is wrapped in silver."
Zhou Li looked out the window and saw Mr. Yin sitting on a chair, his whole person shrouded in darkness. He didn't look at Zhou Li or the body, he just stared at his feet without saying a word.
"I won't stop you."
Mr. Yin spoke, his exhaustion and pain clearly visible.
"You can't stop me."
Zhou Li took out his little helper, turned on the safety, and pulled the trigger. With a muffled sound, Yin Jue's body exploded into pieces and was then burned to death by flames.
"You know, it doesn't make any sense."
Mr. Yin raised his head and looked at Zhou Li, his standard Tarik blue eyes without any emotion, "Yin Jue will not fake his death, you understand."
"It's just a matter of destroying the corpse and destroying all traces."
Zhou Li glanced at Mr. Yin, raised his little helper, and aimed at Mr. Yin's head. Mr. Yin looked at the black muzzle of the gun and gave a meaningless smile.
"It's normal for you to want to kill me."
Mr. Yin nodded and said with great agreement: "Mr. Hanks has never appeared in front of others. Apart from Yin Jue, I am the second-in-command of the Commercial Church. It is normal that you want to kill me to avoid future troubles." .”
"Ah."
Zhou Li curled his lips, and the little helper turned the gun around in his hand and stuffed it into the holster. He shook his head, his voice neither happy nor sad: "You will never reach the height of Yin Jue."
"His death will ignite the Church of Commerce, but your death will only turn the Church of Commerce into a disintegrating group of lunatics."
Patting the little helper on his waist, Zhou Li pushed open the door of the relatively small Pope's office, turned his back to Mr. Yin, and said coldly: "If you commit suicide now, I will not destroy you. Corpses, because there’s no point.”
He dropped the dagger with his trembling hand and panted heavily. The blood marks on his neck proved Mr. Yin's actions just now. He looked at Zhou Li's back, his eyes full of hatred.
"Ah."
After laughing, Zhou Li didn't even look back. He didn't even bother to speak to Mr. Yin anymore. He had his hands in his pockets, like a
Tourists generally leave here leisurely. It was as if nothing happened.
Back in the car, Zhou Li put his hands on the steering wheel. He looked out the window at the towering commercial church building, squinted his eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.
The real hardship begins now.
Soon, Zhou Li's car stopped downstairs in the hotel. He walked into the elevator, opened the door, and returned to Tariq's "home".
"came back?"
Eluma came up to her as usual and asked with concern: "How's it going?"
"Mr. Zhou Li, do you have any clues?"
At this time, Tiya was also at Zhou Li's home, not only her, but also Herinin and Evan. Lorca, on the other hand, was inspecting the crystal fluctuations in the Crystal Hall and did not arrive.
"Let's not talk about the clues for now. Let me tell you some news."
Zhou Li looked at everyone, coughed twice and reminded: "I suggest you be mentally prepared. What I am about to say is quite... impactful."
"Now, what else can catch us off guard?"
Evan sighed and said helplessly: "I cannot absolve myself of the blame for attacking distinguished guests from afar on such an important occasion."
"This reveals that there is still a problem with Tariq's security system."
Herrinen patted Evan on the shoulder with a calm expression, "We will optimize the security system. This is not a problem that can be solved in a short time."
"Yin Jue is dead."
?
Herinen was about to say something more, but he fell silent.
Evan, who wanted to answer Herinen, opened his mouth slightly but said nothing.
Tia, who had just been sitting on the sofa, kept leaning forward, as if frozen.
The same was true for most of the others. Ain, who had no idea that coffee had been poured on the table, Ivy, whose feet were sprayed by the hot coffee flowing from the table, and Alyosha, who held the cup but did not put it under the coffee pot. Lin Zi, Lin Ling, Ling Hai, everyone except Eluma seemed to have frozen in time.
"This is so damn..."
Ivey was the first to come back to his senses. He opened his mouth blankly and asked dully: "Isn't it too timely?"
"No, wait a minute."
After Ivey broke the silence, Herinen realized what he was doing. He stood up suddenly and asked in shock: "Yin Jue is dead?!"
"The body was shot to pieces by me. There is no chance of resurrection. Don't worry."
Zhou Li nodded, and Herinen was extremely convinced by his calm look.
That's weird.
"Mr. Zhou Li, can you explain clearly?"
Helinen suppressed the doubts in his heart, frowned and asked: "How did Yin Jue die? Why was he killed?"
"In terms of physics, my life is connected to his body. Yin Jue himself transferred all his life energy to me, so he died of weakened power and at the same time, I gained a lot of strength for no reason."
Zhou Li waved his hand, and a more refined power flashed in the air. He looked at Tariq, who had a solemn expression, and told him more important information.
"However, in terms of subjective initiative, Yinjue committed suicide. Because it was what he wanted to do to transfer all his life energy to me."
Herining was silent. Zhou Li knew that he didn't believe it.
Except for Eluma, no one would believe in him for the first time. Even Ain and Aiwei need to provide some evidence themselves. Even if this evidence completely reveals their deceptive temperament, Aiwei and the others will believe that all they want is one piece of evidence.
But Herrinen was different. He had known Yin Jue for fifty years, and it was hard for him to believe that the man who controlled 20% of the world's economy, and whose honor and wealth had reached a peak, would choose to commit suicide.
"Do you want to continue asking?"
Zhou Li looked at Herinin. He could see the wariness in Herinin's eyes. He also knew that Yin Jue's offensive had already begun.
"Why."
After a long time, Herining opened his mouth, his old face full of profoundness, "Yin Jue, why did you commit suicide?"
"So I'm asking you."
Zhou Li snapped his fingers, and then asked: "It has something to do with gods, do you want to continue asking?"
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