In the taxi, Lin Fan was still seething with anger. That bastard Shen Wuxiao—no, that damned Sikong—had actually joined forces with everyone just to humiliate him. How blind had he been? He had once treated him like a true brother, even thinking that when he became powerful in the future, he would repay his kindness.
But who could have expected that once he turned against him, he would be so ruthless?
What confused Lin Fan the most was how Sikong had always acted like a typical useless playboy—someone who only cared about pleasure, avoided trouble, and was terrified of the Haisha Society.
But today… everything was different.
Even the top official of Zhonghai had to bow to him.
Why would someone like him be afraid of the Haisha Society?
That made no sense at all.
And Jiang Huaiyue… how could she be so heartless?
Not only did she not defend him, she even attacked him. That wretched woman!
The more he thought about it, the more humiliated and furious he became. The shame burned through his entire body.But what could he do now? Kill Jiang Huaiyue?
Lin Fan closed his eyes and slumped against the back seat.
He was genuinely exhausted.
As the taxi waited at a red light, Lin Fan’s eyes suddenly snapped open. A shocked expression overtook his face.
“No… no way!”
He had just replayed the whole dinner scene in his mind—and something suddenly struck him.
If everyone respected “Sikong” that much, why didn’t they call him Young Master Sikong?
Come to think of it… the name “Sikong” was never mentioned at all.
Instead…
Someone had shouted—“Master Shen!”
“Shen… Shen Shao… Shen Wuxiao…”
“Shen Wuxiao…”
Lin Fan’s face turned pale. His brows furrowed tightly.
He suddenly leaned forward and grabbed the driver’s shoulder, his voice sharp and cold. “Turn around. Right now. Take me back to Ziyang Commerce! Hurry!”
The driver jumped in shock. “What are you doing? U-turns aren’t allowed here!”
“I said turn the hell around!” Lin Fan snapped, his eyes filled with urgency and fury.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the madness in Lin Fan’s expression. He didn’t dare argue anymore.
Just my luck today…
He found the nearest intersection and turned the car around.
Lin Fan’s face was ugly. When had he, the Border Wolf King, ever been played like this?
He had to go back and confirm it.
Under Lin Fan’s constant urging, the driver sped toward the destination. As soon as they arrived, Lin Fan jumped out of the moving car.
The driver waited for a second, then started cursing. “You damn lunatic! One of these days, you’re going to get hit by a car! You think you’re some big shot? I’m your teacher!”
Lin Fan paused, turned around, and glared at the taxi. “What did you just say?”
But the driver had already floored the accelerator and was speeding off. “I said you’re a damn bastard! What terrible luck I had picking you up! Go to hell!”
“If I see you again, I’ll freeze you with shrimps! Idiot!”
“Zhao!” Lin Fan clenched his fists, wanting to chase after him and smash the car.
But there were more important things to deal with.
He gritted his teeth and held himself back.
As he rushed into the building, the security at the entrance tried to stop him.
But this time, Lin Fan didn’t hesitate. He threw a powerful slap to each side, sending the guards flying.
He stormed back into the banquet hall, eyes scanning frantically for Shen Wuxiao.
But…
No trace of him.
He darted forward and grabbed one of the men who had mocked him earlier—Li Fei, the CEO of Huafei Group—and dragged him into a corner.
Li Fei was about to curse him out, shocked that Lin Fan had dared return, but before he could speak, Lin Fan drew a scimitar and pressed it against his throat.
“Answer every damn thing I ask you!” he growled.
Li Fei’s face turned pale, and he nodded quickly. “Yes, yes!”
“Was there anyone named Sikong here just now?” Lin Fan demanded.
Li Fei shook his head. “I’ve never heard that name before!”
“Then the man that even Gao Yulang was afraid of—what’s his name?”
Li Fei hesitated, then said, “That… that was Mr. Shen…”
“Full name!”
“Shen… Shen Wuxiao…”
At that moment, Lin Fan’s heart sank.
It was really him.
Shen Wuxiao.
The entire Sikong identity… it was a lie from the very beginning.
Lin Fan felt dizzy, his mind buzzing.
So all along, he had been played like a fool.
He tightened his grip on the knife, pressed it closer to Li Fei’s neck. “Where is he now?”
Thankfully, Li Fei was no stranger to high-stress situations. Otherwise, he would’ve collapsed from fear.
“Mr. Shen… and Madam Shen… they’ve already left.”
Lin Fan’s chest heaved as a torrent of rage surged through him. He shoved Li Fei away with force.
A murderous glint burst from his eyes.
Li Fei staggered back, feeling like he’d just escaped death. He scrambled to the side and immediately called the authorities.
Damn it! Just because I kept quiet doesn’t mean I’m scared! Threaten me with a blade? I’ll make sure you rot in jail!
Lin Fan didn’t try to chase Shen Wuxiao. It was too late.
But the man could run—he couldn’t hide.
Lin Fan knew where he lived.
No one could escape the Wolf King’s pursuit.
Right now, Lin Fan felt ridiculous—completely and utterly ridiculous.
From the moment he stepped into Zhonghai, he had been a joke. All his courage, his confidence, his sense of righteousness—they were nothing but illusions.
Shen Wuxiao had taken him to that hotel and pretended to help him uncover the truth, while Lin Fan had actually felt grateful.
Little did he know, the real killer had been right beside him all along.
Shen Wuxiao kept teasing him about wearing a green hat. He thought it was just sarcasm—but it had been real all along.
His power was so great, so overwhelming, that no one even dared to speak his name.
No one dared to show his face.
Now, it all made sense.
The Haisha Society incident had also been orchestrated by Shen Wuxiao.
He had clearly known that Villa 19 in Jinhaiwan belonged to the young master of the Haisha Society.
He fed Lin Fan a fake story, making it seem like Shen Wuxiao had been spotted there.
So Lin Fan investigated and saw the villa was heavily guarded.
Every clue had been planted by Shen Wuxiao.
Even when Lin Fan killed the wrong person and fled, it was no wonder men with Gatling guns and hidden snipers showed up.
It was all because of him.
Every step, every turn—it was all part of his plan.
He even pretended to save Lin Fan, gaining his full trust, and played the role to perfection.
The medical chaos at the hospital, the random man splashing “Oli Gei”—all of it was orchestrated.
Even when the Haisha Society started seeking revenge, he had pretended to be terrified, hiding in an abandoned building.
He suffered with Lin Fan.
He used that time to steal Jiang Huaiyue’s heart.
Shameless. Utterly shameless!
Even the bounty hunter who found Lin Fan while he was hiding—he must’ve been let go on purpose.
“Shen Wuxiao… Shen Wuxiao…” Lin Fan muttered through clenched teeth.
His entire body trembled with rage.
He had never felt this humiliated, never fallen this low.
Shen Wuxiao hadn’t even used complicated schemes.
He simply understood Lin Fan too well—his urgency, his compassion—and exploited it all.
That was what made him so terrifying.
If he hadn’t noticed it today, he might’ve kept being fooled until the day he died.