Chapter Ninety-Six: Ren Zhonghao’s Betrayal (Part Two)

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But who would have known that as soon as he embraced Fan Tianxing, Fan Tianxing went mad—first breaking free from his warm embrace, then pinning him to the ground and beating him relentlessly.

Fan Tianxing showed no mercy; every punch landed solidly, leaving Ren Zhonghao bruised and battered. After the assault, Fan Tianxing vanished into the darkness without a trace.

Ren Zhonghao was utterly dumbfounded. Even though he was furious, he could not comprehend what Fan Tianxing was doing.

Slowly rising to his feet, surrounded by endless darkness and powerless to act, he could only sit and await his fate, sinking into a deeper layer of fear.

At that moment, a voice spoke.

“Why do you remain so loyal to someone who treats you like that?”

Looking up, he saw a kind old man standing afar, radiating the only light in the darkness, smiling gently at him.

The old man’s light seemed to illuminate him, bringing a faint warmth to his heart.

The darker the place, the more dazzling the light appeared.

Gazing at the old man from afar, Ren Zhonghao slowly said, “Because... because he is humanity’s hope.”

“Do you really believe that yourself?” The old man’s words echoed in his mind. Indeed, even he doubted such nonsense.

Hope for humanity, the chosen one by destiny—what did any of that have to do with a small-time official like Ren Zhonghao?

He only wanted to be a civil servant, curry favor with his superiors, marry, have children, and live a simple, uneventful life. So why had things turned out like this?

Every day by Fan Tianxing’s side, watching this person who was more than a decade younger boss him around, listening to his boasts about his own greatness, living in constant fear of saying the wrong thing.

Was this really the life he wanted?

Obviously not. Deep down, he resented Fan Tianxing, but his cowardice kept him from voicing any discontent—he never dared express his true feelings.

Thinking this, he slowly raised his head to look at the old man. “I can only stay by his side now. If I disobey, he’ll kill me...”

The old man smiled. “If he dies, then no one will kill you, right?”

Though the old man’s voice was full of kindness, his words made Ren Zhonghao’s pupils constrict sharply.

Kill Fan Tianxing?

Honestly, this thought had crossed his mind countless times—but did he dare?

“I... I don’t dare... He...” For a moment, he even stammered.

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“You don’t have to do it yourself. Just push him out.”

Hearing the old man’s words, Ren Zhonghao took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. Then, looking at the old man, he asked, “Are you the doll?”

Feng Tianlin was momentarily stunned. Indeed, this old man was his disguise, but having come this far, he no longer bothered to hide it. “That’s right. Make your choice.”

He had already read the change in Ren Zhonghao’s expression and was now eighty percent sure he would push Fan Tianxing out.

Yet Ren Zhonghao shook his head. “I won’t attack Fan Tianxing because of your temptation.” He paused, his gaze growing firm. “I will do it for my own reasons.”

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