"I'm A Deity In The Cycle Of Reincarnation. "

Outside the largest private room, the Hualong Hall, at the Shenghao Hotel in Hualong City, Manager Chen instructed a young man in a hotel suit pushing a cake cart: "Yang Sheng, remember not to talk too much once you're inside. Chairman Lin hates talkative service staff. This is a major client of our hotel. I'm giving you this opportunity because you've done well this year. Work hard, and I'll try to promote you to duty manager by the end of the year." The young man named Yang Sheng was tall and well-proportioned, about 1.8 meters tall, and quite handsome. Most importantly, he always had a slight smile on his face, giving him a very sunny and approachable appearance. Yang Sheng smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Manager." Manager Chen glanced at his watch and said: "Go on, go on. Remember, you must deliver the cake by 11:58 sharp. Chairman Lin is very punctual." Watching Yang Sheng push the cake cart away, Manager Chen sighed inwardly and shook his head slightly. "What a waste of Yang Sheng's talent," said Manager Chen. "I heard he graduated from a top medical university in China, but he ended up working as a waiter in a hotel. It's a complete waste of his education. The hotel industry is all about seniority. No matter how capable you are, without experience, it's useless. Even if Yang Sheng has been well-behaved, sensible, and hardworking this past year, there are already long-serving employees waiting for him. How could it be his turn? Has the job market really gotten this bad?" Manager Chen shook his head in confusion and left. He still trusted Yang Sheng; although young, he was very steady and reliable. Inside the private room, Lin Zhendong, the richest man in Hualong City and chairman of the Lin Group, sat at the head of the table. Below him were seven or eight senior executives of the Lin Group, all of whom were also Lin Zhendong's immediate family members. Only they were qualified to attend Lin Zhendong's birthday banquet. Lin Zhendong was already over seventy years old, but he had not yet retired and still controlled the Lin Group. This old man was once just a construction worker carrying cement. Over fifty years, he weathered the fierce competition of the business world to build the Lin Group, a conglomerate encompassing real estate, energy, and steel manufacturing. A third of the population of Hualong City even works for the Lin Group or its subsidiaries. Beside Lin Zhendong, a young man sat with his legs crossed, casually playing with a lighter, yawning impatiently as his uncles flattered his grandfather. He was Lin Zhendong's grandson, Lin Dongming, a notorious third-generation rich playboy in Hualong City. His family had only one son per generation for three generations, so he wasn't worried about anyone threatening his position. Even if he acted like a spoiled brat, the title of heir to the Lin Group was still his. At this moment, he couldn't be bothered by his uncles' flattery; his mind was still on the little internet celebrity he'd slept with the day before. That woman acted all innocent during her livestreams, even after receiving hundreds of virtual gifts, she still coyly said no. But in bed, she was all about wanting it. Just then, a knock sounded at the door. "Chairman Lin, your cake has arrived." "Come in." Yang Sheng pushed the cake cart in, turned around, and naturally locked the combination lock on the Hualong Hall private room. The Hualong Hall was a private room specially built by Shenghao Hotel for Lin Zhendong alone. The interior facilities were very luxurious, and it also had an active soundproofing function. As long as the door was locked, no sound could be heard outside the room, and the level of privacy was extremely high. Lin Zhendong seemed to have noticed something, but before he could say anything, Yang Sheng had already quickly pushed the cake cart over. He was tall and took a few steps to the table of everyone. Lin Zhendong's expression changed immediately, and he shouted sharply, "Stop!" Before everyone could react, Yang Sheng had already naturally pulled out a triangular dagger from under the cake cart, grabbed Lin Dongming with his left hand, and lifted him up! Lin Dongming felt that Yang Sheng's hand was like an iron clamp, and no matter how much he struggled, it was useless. Before he could even cry out, Yang Sheng whispered in his ear, "Don't speak, I'll send you on your way." *Thud!* With a soft sound, the triangular dagger pierced Lin Dongming's carotid artery, swiftly withdrawn, and then plunged into his heart. Precise and fast, blood gushed forth like a torrent from the Y-shaped gash, staining Yang Sheng's pristine white shirt. Yang Sheng tossed Lin Dongming's body to the ground like a dead dog, looking at the blood-soaked dagger in his hand with satisfaction. He wondered who had invented such a deadly weapon. It wasn't suitable for close combat, as the dagger only offered one attack method—stabbing—lacking variety. However, once the dagger pierced the body, blood would continuously drain along the blood groove, simultaneously drawing air into the body, creating foam that blocked blood vessels and accelerated death. Furthermore, the Y-shaped wound caused by the dagger meant that even immediate bandaging and suturing couldn't stop the bleeding instantly. Simply put, once it pierces, even a god can't save you. This is why Yang Sheng, despite having so many weapons to choose from, chose the triangular dagger, despite his years of studying traditional Chinese martial arts and various world fighting styles. At this moment, everyone in the private room except Lin Zhendong was stunned. Everything that happened in the blink of an eye left them speechless until Yang Sheng threw Lin Dongming's body on the ground, at which point they let out a scream. Yang Sheng frowned, pointing the triangular dagger at them impatiently, and said, "You guys are so noisy! Whoever screams again will die first!" Instantly, no one dared to utter a sound, but some people subconsciously looked towards the door. Yang Sheng, holding the triangular dagger, sat directly on the table, looked directly at Lin Zhendong, and said calmly, "No need to look. I changed the password the day before. Locking the door will activate the active soundproofing; screaming your lungs out won't help. By the way, it seems that this active soundproofing requirement was personally requested by Chairman Lin." Lin Zhendong took a deep breath, staring directly at Yang Sheng, as if he couldn't see his only grandson's corpse lying at his feet like a dead dog. "Young man, who sent you? Lei Laoliu or Prince Duan? How much money do they offer? I, Lin Zhendong, will pay ten times that to buy my own life! Take the money, I'll arrange a plane to send you abroad. Don't worry about my revenge; you're just a knife. My revenge is on the one who wields the knife!" Yang Sheng clapped his hands lightly, his face still bearing that amiable smile: "As expected of the helmsman of the Lin Group, Old Master Lin, even after I just stabbed your grandson to death, you can still be so calm. But you're wrong. I don't understand the affairs between you big shots, nor do I want to. I'm just a nobody seeking revenge, someone you wouldn't even glance at back then, someone like an ant." Yang Sheng lightly tapped Lin Zhendong with the still-dripping triangular dagger: "But sometimes, even ants..." "Even a tree can be shaken. You, these once high and mighty figures, are no better than lambs to the slaughter." At this moment, a fat, bald, bespectacled middle-aged man suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "You're the son of that couple from five years ago? But our Lin Group has already promised you compensation, a full two million! It's just that you haven't come to collect it." Yang Sheng glanced at the man and said, "Lin Fusheng, Lin Zhendong's nephew, serves as the deputy director of the Lin Group's office. He's only good at currying favor and flattering, he has no real ability, so this deputy director position is just a nominal one, mainly used to clean up the messes of some good-for-nothing third-generation members of the Lin family." Hearing Yang Sheng reveal Lin Fusheng's identity in such detail, everyone present felt a chill. Just how thoroughly had this man investigated their Lin Group to be able to tell everyone's information at a glance? Yang Sheng sighed and shook his head slightly. "Two million? The people your Lin family sent said two hundred thousand. Your subordinates have embezzled so much without being caught. Lin Fusheng, you really are a waste. But two million is indeed a lot. My parents couldn't earn two million even after a lifetime of farming. But are their lives only worth that much?" He kicked Lin Dongming's corpse, his tone calm and cold. "This bastard killed my parents after taking drugs, and then became a dying addict taking the blame. The whole process was flawless. Your Lin Group truly has absolute power." Lin Zhendong frowned slightly, but his face still showed no fear. This old man had fought in the business world for decades; what methods, both overt and covert, hadn't he seen? There were even more dangerous ones. He was simply dissatisfied that Lin Fusheng hadn't handled such a simple matter properly, leading to the loss of his only grandson today. "Two lives for two million? That's definitely not enough. It's the Lin Group's fault for not handling things properly. This isn't compensation for your parents' lives, it's buying ours. Young man, I also regret your parents' deaths, but you're still young, you have a bright future ahead of you! "What do you want?" A mocking smile appeared on Yang Sheng's lips, as if he were mocking Lin Zhendong, or perhaps mocking himself. "All I want is fairness! How ridiculous, how pretentious, isn't it? To pursue fairness in a world where there is no fairness at all, only a fool would do that. My parents are already dead, wouldn't it be better for me to take the money and live a carefree life?" Lin Fusheng was about to agree when Lin Zhendong glared at him and shut him up. Yang Sheng took a deep breath: "I also want to do that, but unfortunately I can't swallow this anger, I still can't accept it! I'm from Liaodong, the people in my hometown are fiery-tempered, rigid-minded, inflexible, and only understand some simple principles." Yang Sheng stared directly at Lin Zhendong, pointing to himself, and said, “ My parents were killed in a hit-and-run, and the murderer is still at large. I, as their son, can only swallow my anger and accept handouts. In my hometown, people like that are called good-for-nothings! They're the kind of people outsiders call useless! My father farmed his whole life, never teaching me any grand principles, only that a person should fight for their principles, even if it's just for a living. If you don't fight for your principles, you lose your backbone. Once you bend over, you can never straighten up again. So for the past five years, I've thought about giving up countless times, but I just couldn't swallow this anger! In these past five years, I sold my house in my hometown, took my savings, went north to Cangzhou, and south to Guangzhou, seeking out renowned masters to learn traditional Chinese martial arts. Hands that should be wielding scalpels to heal and save lives are now only used to wield various weapons. The Lin Group dominates the entire Longhua City; killing you is indeed very difficult.” "Old Master Lin, your bodyguards are all top-notch security personnel hired by foreign security companies, with mercenary backgrounds. I can kill one, two would be difficult, and getting past them to kill you would be extremely difficult. The security at the Lin family villa is even stricter; even professional agents would find it hard to breach, let alone someone like me who only recently entered the field. Only on Old Master Lin's birthday each year do you expel all bodyguards and outsiders, and conduct a month-long screening of all hotel employees beforehand. I joined the hotel last year and went through one screening, but unfortunately, I wasn't qualified to approach you then. Only now have I gotten this opportunity." Lin Fusheng trembled, unable to hold back, "If you want revenge, killing Lin Dongming is enough. He usually doesn't have bodyguards. Why are you dragging us into this?" Yang Sheng smiled coldly at him: "I've said it before, I can't swallow this anger. Lin Dongming ruined my family, and his revenge ruined my life. How can I quell my hatred without killing your entire Lin family?" " Alright, enough with the nonsense, it's time to send you on your way. The reason I've been wasting time with you all is because I've already called reporters. The core members of the Lin Group have all been killed; I believe many people in Longhua City will be interested." The people present felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing this. The Lin Group dominated Longhua City, and it had no shortage of enemies, such as Lei Laoliu and Prince Duan, who both harbored deep hatred for the Lin Group. Once news of the deaths of Lin Zhendong and other core members of the Lin Group spread, the entire Lin Group would be completely devoured, and even other collateral branches might not be able to save their lives. Yang Sheng jumped off the table and lifted Lin Zhendong up. Only then did a trace of fear appear on Lin Zhendong's face, and he shouted fiercely, "You dare kill me?! If you kill me, you won't escape either..." With a soft "thud," Lin Zhendong's neck was pierced. The previously timid and cowardly Lin Fusheng suddenly found courage, screaming and charging towards Yang Sheng, trying to grab his waist. Yang Sheng twisted his waist and spun around, delivering a swift, powerful kick that sent Lin Fusheng flying. He quickly walked up to him, grabbed Lin Fusheng's hair, lifted his head, and the triangular dagger easily tore through his throat. The Lin family members, who had initially wanted to rush forward and use their numbers to subdue Yang Sheng, were now utterly terrified, frantically running and pounding on the windows and doors of the private room. Yang Sheng, like the Grim Reaper, followed them unhurriedly, slaughtering them one by one like pigs and sheep. With the last member of the Lin family dead, Yang Sheng let out a long breath, but his heart was not at peace. The thrill of revenge. He had won this battle, but now he faced a deadly predicament. Having wiped out the Lin family in broad daylight, neither the authorities nor the remaining forces of the Lin family would let him go. Rather than fleeing in panic, he should call in reporters and make a huge scene. But then he noticed something amiss with the Lin family corpses. Even after so much time, their bodies were still bleeding profusely. The bloodletting power of the three-edged dagger was indeed strong, but not to this extent. The blood flowing from the corpses had filled the entire private room, making it impossible to walk. Yang Sheng, with his medical background, knew this was absolutely illogical. Even... Even if a person's body is entirely covered in blood, it's impossible for so much blood to flow out. He subconsciously glanced at his watch; the time was still frozen at 11:58, the moment he entered the private room! Looking up again, the blood on the floor began to surge eerily, as if it had a life of its own, climbing up the walls and the roof. Everywhere he looked, the floor was covered in blood!