My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!

Chapter 566: Based on a True Story (Part 2)


"Ugh~" Iwazaki Hanzo clutched his chest and collapsed powerlessly onto the table. The teacup on the table was knocked to the ground, shattering with a crisp sound.

Looking at the fragments on the ground, Iwazaki Hanzo suddenly thought of something, his face filled with incredulity as he looked at his grandson.

"You... you actually..."

"That's right, I poisoned the tea. It's a type of neurotoxin that causes the poisoned person to become rigid and powerless until gradually losing consciousness, becoming no different from a living dead..."

At this moment, Iwazaki Yuhei finally showed a sinister smile. He leisurely stood up, walked over to his grandfather's side, and bent down to look at the old man who filled him with both fear and awe.

It was only now that he realized he was just an old man on the verge of death.

"You... you..."

With great difficulty, Iwazaki Hanzo raised his head to look at him, his eyes full of disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Iwazaki Yuhei actually had the guts to do something so vicious to him.

"Beast! Come... someone! Hurry and come!" With the last of his strength, he hoarsely called for the guards at the door.

However, no response came...

"Heh heh! Are you relying on them?" Iwazaki Yuhei mocked, sliding open the wooden sliding door of the room.

Outside the door in the courtyard, seven or eight men in black suits held silencers on handguns, exuding a murderous aura.

On the ground lay several bodies of Iwazaki family guards, the scene was killingly serious.

"Grandfather, for this day, I have planned for a long time, so don't waste your efforts.

By tomorrow, I will announce to the outside world that you unfortunately had a stroke.

By then, I will rightfully become your sole designated heir!"

With a satisfied expression, Iwazaki Yuhei announced his plan, turning his head to see the slightly mocking look in Iwazaki Hanzo's eyes.

"Ah yes, yes, you must be thinking, even without you, there's the second uncle. He wouldn't just watch me inherit the Iwazaki family, right?

Unfortunately, I promised the second uncle to allocate him an additional 10% of the group's shares and control. Guess what happened in the end?

He said he wanted 15%, haha... hahahaha..."

Iwazaki Yuhei held his forehead, bursting into insane laughter.

Iwazaki Hanzo incredulously widened his eyes.

"Oh! Right, right, I haven't forgotten about your precious grandson, my Xiuji Ou Doudou..." Iwazaki Yuhei revealed an evil grin.

"Unfortunately now, I'm afraid he's already been chopped to pieces, tsk tsk! Thinking of my cute and delicate Ou Doudou, I'm actually a bit heartbroken..."

Squeezing out a crocodile tear, Iwazaki Yuhei, who had clearly entered a mad state, vented his dissatisfaction with Iwazaki Hanzo and his resentment for Iwazaki Hideyoshi.

Hearing this, Iwazaki Hanzo's eyes were filled with despair.

However, just as Iwazaki Yuhei was proudly showing off, thinking he was in complete control of the situation...

"Bang!" A sudden crisp gunshot rang out, in the courtyard outside, a man in black tilted his head, blood spurted from his temple, and he fell to the ground in response,

"Bang bang bang!" More gunfire followed, and Iwazaki Yuhei's men fell one by one, screaming.

"Quick! Rush in!" "Protect the family head!"...

Hearing the sounds of numerous men and horses shouting and killing around him, Iwazaki Yuhei's smug smile froze on his face!

Before he could snap out of his stunned state, several black-suited bodyguards had already poured in from outside the door, pressing him to the ground.

"Father, Father, I've come to save you, what's happened to you!"

A figure made its way through the crowd and rushed straight to the collapsed Iwazaki Hanzo.

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Iwazaki Yuhei's eyes widened, filled with terror of his impending defeat, and he was left with nothing but confusion.

Hideyoshi's father, his own little uncle... why does he suddenly appear here with people?

...

"This is the terror of absolute information asymmetry..."

Far away, Meng Lang crossed his legs, closely monitoring the development of the situation.

Probably no one would have expected that just a piece of tattletale information could leverage the future trajectory of Fusang's top financial plutocracy, sending it on an entirely unpredictable new path...

Holding the script of another person's life, to leverage the gears of fate, this wasn't Meng Lang's first time doing such a thing.

Just like how a horseshoe nail caused a general to fall off his horse, leading to the collapse of an entire army, resulting in the downfall of a nation.

Human history has been interwoven with inevitabilities and coincidences, bringing it to this point.

"Beep beep~"

A reminder came through the special communication software on his phone, and when Meng Lang saw the name "Black Cat" displayed, he chose to answer.

"Hello!"

[Mission accomplished, the target has been temporarily placed in a safe house.]

"Nicely done, I watched the combat video, your knife skills are impressive."

[Uh... that was thanks to the medicine you gave me, I didn't expect you guys to have developed something like this.

But... a few days ago it was anti-cancer drugs, today it's Superman drugs, are you planning to cultivate me as a 'drug tester'?]

"Why? You're not willing?"

[Cough! Well... could you give me a few more tubes of today's medicine?]

"Heh! Aren't you worried about side effects?"

[I'm from the battlefield, a little side effect is nothing compared to life, right?

Used properly, this stuff can save lives.]

"Although the spirit is commendable, sorry, this drug is still a limited edition, you'll have to queue for the next batch.

Knowing it's for your survival, use it sparingly."

[Yes! Thank you, organization, I'm willing to go through fire and water...]

"Alright, alright, the organization doesn't like flattery, if you have time for this, go hone your Fusang language.

Maybe you'll be dispatched to Fusang for a mission soon..."

[Going to Fusang... could our target this time be the Mitsubishi Consortium?]

"Don't pry into organizational matters casually, you're a cat too, don't you know curiosity killed the cat?

I still prefer your formerly cautious demeanor."

[Hehe! I've died once, I've come to terms with many things, and don't you know cats have nine lives?

I just want to know, how did you manage to easily get hold of internal intelligence from a top plutocracy like the Iwasaki family?

Logically, if Iwazaki Yuhei had the guts for rebellion, he wouldn't have been so sloppy with the most critical confidentiality work.

If it's a coincidence, the orphanage incident last time also suggests it, you guys always seem to infiltrate the enemy's ranks, even getting access to confidential information that only the enemy's high-level personnel can touch.

This is too inconceivable, how on earth do you do it?]

"Heh! This is our organization's core secret, the exchange price is ten lives, how about it, still want to trade?"

[Uh...]

Shooing away Ning Shisan, who had just recovered from a terminal illness but couldn't cure his curiosity, Meng Lang stroked his chin.

Originally, his plan was to provide timely help, along with interest binding, to win over Iwazaki Hideyoshi, making him a nail driven into Fusang, executing the "Interventionism" plan.

But Iwazaki Hideyoshi was different from Gao Yuan.

Not of my race, their hearts must differ, and Fusang people are afraid of power but do not harbor kindness, even if temporarily cooperating with you for profit, he can't guarantee that once his wings are full he won't turn and bite you.

This cooperation method can only be considered the worst plan.

But now...

He had a brainwashing magic tool specifically for dealing with "disloyalty"...

"Clack!" "Uncle, I'm here to borrow books again!"

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Meng Lang smiled and looked at Xiao Yu.

"No rush to borrow books, here, take a look at this first, maybe you'll need it someday..."

Ten minutes later...

"Uncle, this script you gave me 'The Plutocrat's Young Son', the plot is too frightening.

Not sparing even his own brother and grandfather for the family fortune, isn't this villain too wicked?"

Xiao Yu flipped through the so-called "film script" given by Meng Lang, with an exaggerated expression on his face.

"Heh heh!"

To this, Meng Lang could only chuckle.

Some scripts, the scariest part often isn't the plot itself.

But that last line - "Based on a true story"...

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