Chapter Fifty-Five: Heart-Wrenching Agony

“President Lan, what should we do next?” Fan Ming looked at Lan Tian with anticipation. At this moment, he was utterly devoted to Lan Tian, and his mind held only one thought: if he followed President Lan wholeheartedly, perhaps he too could leave his mark on history!

That would be an honor worthy of ancestral blessings!

“Alright. In a moment, help me find a factory specializing in precision parts to mass-produce the consciousness sensor,” Lan Tian said with a smile. “Also, find a manufacturer for helmets and place a bulk order.”

“As for the manufacturing blueprints for the consciousness sensor and the helmets, I’ll send them to your inbox shortly.”

“Uh... Hand it over to others? Aren’t we going to set up our own factory?” Fan Ming was taken aback and carefully reminded him, “President Lan, this way... the technology is easily leaked.”

“Don’t worry. The final process is under my control, and no one can replicate it,” Lan Tian explained. “Just proceed confidently; I’ll handle the rest.”

“Alright, I’ll go find the factories now.” Fan Ming nodded, about to step out and begin the search.

“Hey, what’s the rush? These matters can wait. First, formally rename the company, then restructure it and recruit relevant talent. We’re preparing for a tough battle ahead!” Lan Tian instructed. It was foreseeable that once today’s events were reported, his virtual network would become the focus of the nation, even the world. Sufficient manpower was essential to handle the upcoming surge in orders. “And make sure all previous employees who haven’t left stay on—don’t fire a single one!”

Fan Ming nodded repeatedly. He had been considering sorting through the remaining staff, since the former Forest Real Estate was focused entirely on property, and honestly, the employees left weren’t very useful. But Lan Tian’s words brought a flash of emotion to his eyes.

With such a loyal and righteous boss, who else would he follow?

With today’s tasks complete, Lan Tian finally relaxed. The earlier press conference had spiraled out of control, truly giving him a fright.

At Wang Ling’s insistence, the three prepared to celebrate together.

Laughing and chatting, they walked to the underground garage.

Lan Tian unlocked the car, intending to invite the ladies aboard, when suddenly a harsh voice called his name from behind.

“Lan Tian!”

He instinctively turned and glimpsed a familiar face—it was... Zou Tao?!

At that moment, Zou Tao held a gun, its barrel pointed straight at him. Lan Tian’s expression darkened instantly.

Was this man waiting in the garage to take revenge?

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Such audacity!

To brandish a gun outright—was he seeking mutual destruction?

Unfortunately, Lan Tian was no fish, and Zou Tao wasn’t qualified to be the net!

Facing the gaping muzzle, even in front of Wang Ling and the others, Lan Tian had no intention of holding back. If he were to fall victim to an unexpected mishap, it would be a tragedy.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zou Tao’s face twisted with malice, his arm trembling—the tension clear.

A graceful figure lunged, attempting to push Lan Tian aside.

At the same time, Zou Tao, already under extreme strain, saw movement and instinctively pulled the trigger.

Bang!

No lengthy speech, no cries of vengeance—the gunshot rang out abruptly.

Lan Tian shuddered, as if struck by lightning, frozen in place, staring blankly at the figure slowly collapsing before him. His complexion turned ashen.

His mind was blank, the world drained of color, leaving only the glaring crimson that spread ceaselessly.

It was Wang Ling!

Wang Ling had been shot!

Wang Ling had taken a bullet for him?!

“No!”

Lan Tian roared like a wounded beast, his eyes bloodshot, gripped by wild grief and rage. Without a thought for Chen Xiaoxuan beside him, he pushed off with both feet, and with a thunderous crash, fragments of concrete flew as he appeared before Zou Tao, ramming into his chest and, without slowing, propelled Zou Tao forward, slamming him into the wall.

Boom!

With all his current strength, fueled by fury, the wall split open with a gaping hole and countless web-like cracks. Zou Tao was instantly mortally wounded, his eyes vacant.

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“I want you dead!”

Lan Tian’s mind was consumed by the image of Wang Ling falling. He had lost all reason. A terrifying aura of slaughter erupted, and he struck Zou Tao’s chest with a brutal punch, killing him instantly!

The bloody spectacle continued. Even after Zou Tao was dead, Lan Tian did not stop; punch after punch rained down on the ravaged corpse, each blow echoing like an iron hammer, sending chills down the spine.

“Lan Tian! Lan Tian! Stop it, he’s dead already—save Wang Ling!” Chen Xiaoxuan rushed over, crying out.

“Yes, Wang Ling! Wang Ling!” Hearing her name, Lan Tian snapped back to his senses and hurried to her side. His nerves taut, every step left deep imprints in the concrete, his expensive shoes ruined.

“Wang Ling! Are you alright?! Don’t die!” Lan Tian appeared before Wang Ling, who had already lost consciousness, blood seeping from her abdomen, her face pale as parchment. Tears streamed down his face, an agonizing pain tearing at his heart.

“Lan Tian! Get Wang Ling to the hospital! I’ll stay and handle things here—go, hurry!” Chen Xiaoxuan urged desperately.

“Yes, yes, the hospital! Let’s go, to the hospital!” With Wang Ling’s life hanging by a thread, Lan Tian was completely out of sorts, his mind in chaos. At Chen Xiaoxuan’s urging, he scooped up Wang Ling, pressed firmly on her wound, and without bothering to start the car, began to sprint wildly!

The nearest hospital was about fifty kilometers away, and Wang Ling’s condition was dire. If she didn’t receive immediate treatment, blood loss alone could be fatal!

Thus, on the streets of Ning City, a scene unfolded that would be remembered for a lifetime.

In the face of extreme danger, Lan Tian disregarded everything, channeling his energy into his legs. He sped forward in leaps and bounds, each stride spanning hundreds of meters, vanishing from sight in an instant.

“Am I... am I seeing things? Was that... a person?” A couple strolling by stared in disbelief at Lan Tian’s disappearing figure, the man dumbfounded as he asked his companion.

Her companion was even more stunned, her mouth agape as if she could swallow an egg, nodding mechanically, “I think... it was a man carrying a woman...”

“Insane, could he be a legendary martial arts master?”

Scenes like this played out repeatedly as Lan Tian approached the hospital at lightning speed.

Running, leaping, his rationality gradually returning. When he reached the hospital entrance, he finally restrained his terrifying jumping power but still rushed inside at a remarkable speed.

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