No one can kill me.

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Star Empire Without Borders

Worcester City—Green Lake Hotel was not a famous establishment, for it was a private club, welcoming only members.

Despite its lack of renown, its environment and interior ranks among the nation's finest. Its clientele is composed entirely of the upper class.

Fei Yingming was staying here, though not for leisure, but for business.

Last month, he had just celebrated his twentieth birthday. According to family tradition, he was to take a position in the family enterprise as a form of training. As the direct grandson of the current family head, he certainly would not start as a lowly clerk; instead, he was appointed as assistant general manager in one of the subsidiary companies.

He did not buy a house here, but chose to live at Green Lake Hotel long-term because it was convenient for networking with successful people. He desired success, and a wide network was indispensable.

Today, as usual, he returned from the company to the hotel. Rarely, he came back alone, without a female companion. Before taking up the post, a long, earnest conversation with his father had left a deep impact on him. He understood many things now.

A family that appeared tranquil on the surface was, in fact, seething with undercurrents.

Fei Yingming entered his room. The decor was antique, entirely at odds with his own character. He’d chosen this room deliberately, to avoid the distractions of entertainment.

He turned on his computer and got to work. To seize greater power, he had to work even harder, and for that, he was willing to sacrifice anything.

At this thought, he gnashed his teeth in hatred toward Zhong Yun. If only he could have married Liu Yunqi, the cherished princess of the Yang family, he could have saved himself fifty years of struggle.

Then, within the family, who would not yield to him? His chances of inheriting the family headship would rise dramatically.

All because of that bastard Zhong Yun.

Fei Yingming clenched his teeth, wishing he could grind him to dust. He simply could not understand why Liu Yunqi would fall for such a useless man.

He was truly tempted, reckless as it may be, to send someone to kill Zhong Yun again.

But he dared not. Yang Yunrong’s warning still rang in his ears. If he really did anything to harm Zhong Yun, he had no doubt Yang Yunrong would destroy him.

That was a madman who had crippled his own clan brothers.

Recalling what he had uncovered in his investigations sent a chill through his bones.

Five or six years ago, three direct descendants of the Yang family had met with “accidents.” Two were paralyzed and reliant on machines to move; one was left with the mind of a three-year-old.

If that’s how he treated his own kin, what hope was there for an outsider?

Moreover, Fei Yingming believed that if Yang Yunrong was willing to pay the price, his own family would not choose to protect him.

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There were many direct descendants of the Fei family, but the Yangs were an invincible force. Given the choice, his shrewd grandfather would never make a foolish mistake.

Such is the survival philosophy of aristocratic houses: beneath their dazzling surface lies baseness and filth. For the sake of profit, nothing is beneath them.

His father, as a member of such a family, saw things clearly and warned him sternly never to provoke those more powerful than himself. Otherwise, not even his father could save him.

Of all those not to be provoked, the Yang family stood at the top of the list.

His father's words had been like a bucket of cold water over his head, reminding him that his elevated status and power over life and death came from being the young master of the Fei family.

When the Fei family could no longer protect him, what could he rely on?

Therefore, Zhong Yun absolutely could not be killed.

For Fei Yingming, this was torment. No matter how much his heart burned with anger, he could only endure.

Suddenly, a brief, strangled cry came from outside the door. Fei Yingming looked up alertly and activated his bodyguard's communicator. “What happened?”

No answer.

A sudden chill gripped Fei Yingming’s heart. Something was wrong. He acted without hesitation, hugging the wall as he moved further inside. Fortunately, his room was not fully soundproof; otherwise, he might not even know how he died tonight.

The door opened silently. Outside, there was not a soul. In the air, a blood-stained knife floated, eerily suspended in the silent room.

A cold wind swept in, carrying a faint metallic tang.

A drop of blood slid silently down the blade, falling to the floor.

Suddenly, the knife drew an arc through the air, flinging the blood from its edge onto the white wall, leaving a striking crimson stain.

And with that, the knife vanished.

Through the surveillance video, Fei Yingming watched the scene unfold in the lobby, a chill rising from his spine to the back of his head.

“No, I cannot die.”

He roared inwardly, veins bulging on the hand gripping his electromagnetic gun.

“I will not die here—I’m only twenty years old.”

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His eyes were fixed on the door, cold sweat beading on his lashes. The salty sting made his eyes spasm in pain, but he dared not blink.

“I will become the head of the Fei family. I will trample the Yangs beneath my feet. I will make Yang Yunrong regret his decision today. I will tear Zhong Yun to pieces.”

He bit his lip so hard that the sharp pain and the taste of blood sharpened his focus to a fever pitch.

“No one can kill me. No one.”

The door opened soundlessly.

At the same time, Fei Yingming fired his pulse gun. A massive, invisible wave of energy shot from the muzzle, instantly spreading into a net that enveloped the entire space before him.

It was as if a wind swept out from the gun, a grayish-white gleam spreading from the muzzle. After a while, everything returned to normal.

Pressing that trigger exhausted all his energy. This pulse gun, given to him by his family for self-defense, was a secret weapon. Though firearm control in Davos was strict, young scions like him always managed to sneak them in for their own security.

The gun’s greatest feature was its short range—just thirty meters—but its area of effect was vast, covering up to twenty square meters.

It was a deadly weapon for close combat. One shot needed no aim; as long as the target was close, there was no escape.

And anyone struck would die instantly.

Fei Yingming did not believe that the invisible intruder could survive that shot. Even with the door in the way, the pulse gun's penetrating power would surely take their life.

“You want to kill me? No way.”

Fei Yingming shouted hysterically. Paired with his ragged breathing and twisted, rigid face, he looked utterly crazed.

“Hahaha…”

He threw back his head and laughed wildly. Having narrowly escaped death and killed his enemy, he fell into a kind of hysterical frenzy. “Come on, come—kill me if you can…”

He roared, “No one will ever kill me! Not Yang Yunrong, not Zhong Yun, not anyone—no one!”

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