"Little Hui, stop for now." Just then, the living room door opened, and Old Superman walked in, calling out to Liu Hui.

Liu Hui let out a cold laugh and said, "Third Brother, hold off for the moment. Let's see what Uncle has to say. His arm is temporarily his guest for now."

Zhou Tengyun immediately halted. Guo Jia, having narrowly escaped death, instantly burst into loud sobs, crying out as he shouted, "Uncle Li, you must save me! This Liu Hui wants to kill me."

Old Superman gave Guo Jia a cold look, then turned to Liu Hui and said, "Little Hui, I’ve spoken with my friends and contacted the Luo family. They have unanimously agreed to support you, ensuring that any decision the Guo family makes against you in the central sphere will fail. You can rest easy from now on."

Liu Hui smiled, "I truly must thank Uncle for his help and support."

"In truth, the primary reason rests with you. If you hadn't managed to win over some people to your side, I wouldn't have received such a swift affirmative response," Old Superman chuckled.

Guo Jia, at this point, cared nothing for any decisions; his only concern was his safety. He called out to Old Superman, "Uncle Li, hurry up and save me! This is your house; you must have a way."

"You remember this is my territory now? Just moments ago, you were savagely threatening to finish off Little Hui right here, saying you didn't care about our Li family's opinion. And now you recall me?" Old Superman said coldly.

"This, Uncle Li, given the long-standing relationship between our two families, please help me this one time. I will certainly repay you in the future," Guo Jia pleaded mournfully.

"Heh heh, our two families aren't that close. Besides, what you're truly thinking now is probably how to get revenge on us, right?" Old Superman sneered.

"How could I think that? I represent the Guo family, so I absolutely will not go back on my word. Why don't you contact my grandfather immediately and tell him my situation? He can also guarantee what I say," Guo Jia insisted.

"Heh heh, truly lives up to the name Guo Jia, tricks never cease. He's trying to contact his backers now to save his own skin," Liu Hui chuckled.

"It won't matter even if he contacts his backers. He violated the rules this time, disregarded the Li family's guarantee, and attempted to use force to harm someone during a neutral meeting. Such behavior is doomed to be spat upon by those within the circle. Even his own Guo family patriarch wouldn't dare cover up such a loss of credibility. His future is finished," Old Superman stated.

"Impossible, my future cannot be over! The Guo family still needs me," Guo Jia said, unable to quite believe his fate upon hearing Old Superman's words.

Old Superman ignored him and said to Liu Hui, "Little Hui, he is already a crippled man now. If you harm him here today, the Guo family might shift from being in the wrong to being in the right, which could cause you trouble later."

"What does Uncle mean?" Liu Hui inquired.

"Let him go for now. As for the enmity between you two, there will be plenty of opportunities later. An occasion like today is simply too conspicuous," Old Superman advised.

Liu Hui pondered briefly and agreed with Old Superman's assessment. He knew that harming Guo Jia now would likely have significant negative repercussions, forcing the Guo family to deal with him directly, disregarding appearances. His current strength wasn't quite enough to handle the immense power of the Guo family effectively.

"I listen to Uncle. I'll let him off the hook for today," Liu Hui decided as soon as he understood.

Old Superman roared at Guo Jia, "Hurry up and scram! Can't you see Little Hui has spared you?"

Guo Jia was overjoyed, not even bothering to wipe his tears. He scrambled out, got into his car, and sped away in a cloud of dust.

"Little Hui, do you resent me for making you let him go?" Old Superman asked.

"Uncle, how could I? I know you mean well. This Guo Jia cannot be touched right now. When my strength is greater, I will naturally seek him out," Liu Hui replied sincerely.

"But after you let him go, he will certainly start connecting with others, instigating various forces against you, which will bring you a lot of trouble. Aren't you worried about that?" Old Superman questioned.

"Heh heh, that's not important. He did the same thing before, and yet he couldn't touch me. Besides, my enemy isn't Guo Jia; it's the Guo family behind him. I must eradicate that Guo family. Focusing only on Guo Jia as an individual is too small-minded," Liu Hui chuckled.

"Little Hui, it’s good that you see clearly. However, that Guo family is deeply entrenched, with formidable power domestically. Are you sure you can eradicate them? Isn't that too difficult?" Old Superman said, finding Liu Hui's ambition somewhat earth-shattering.

"Even the most difficult things have a chance of being achieved. That Guo family caused me to flee from Bashan in disgrace to Hong Kong, separated me from my girlfriend, and to this day, I don't know if she is alive or dead. The hatred between us can never be resolved. As for Guo Jia, he is merely a spokesperson pushed forward by the Guo family. Simply taking down Guo Jia will not quell the hatred in my heart," Liu Hui spoke with venom.

"Forget it. I don't want to interfere much in the affairs of young men. Just handle it yourself," Old Superman said helplessly, feeling truly old and lacking the passion and intensity of youth.

"Uncle, I will handle this matter, but there is one thing I need your help with right now," Liu Hui stated.

"What is it?" Old Superman asked curiously.

"I need you to spread word around about Guo Jia's dishonorable conduct today, and also mention the pathetic sight of him crying and begging. I want his reputation utterly destroyed so he can never hold his head up in the circle again. That way, even if he rallies people, few will respect him enough to align with him," Liu Hui sneered coldly.

"Young Master Hui, this move is truly brilliant! It will thoroughly ruin Guo Jia's reputation, causing people in the circle to distrust him, thus preventing him from stirring up trouble," the Second Young Master exclaimed in approval.

"This Guo Jia attempted to destroy the reputation our Li family worked hard to build; I won't let him off either. I will spread the word of his actions today so that everyone in the circle knows about it. I want him to realize that the Li family is not to be trifled with," Old Superman nodded in agreement. Guo Jia’s behavior today had greatly angered him; thankfully, Zhou Tengyun was with Liu Hui, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Gentlemen, perhaps we should move to another location to talk. Look, there is a dead man on the floor, and half of Zhou Tengyun’s body is still bleeding," suggested Miss He Liu.

"Uncle, I entrust today's mess to you. I will take Third Brother back for treatment now and pay you a personal visit another day," Liu Hui said.

"Treating his injuries is paramount. You go ahead; we have plenty of time to discuss our matters," Old Superman understood.

"Uncle will need to clean up what happened here," Liu Hui said, pointing to the corpse of Elder Wu.

"Young Master Hui, that is no problem. We will take care of it," the Second Young Master replied.

So, Liu Hui collected the secret formula resting on the table, slipped it into his pocket, and then helped Zhou Tengyun leave the Li residence. The security personnel Liu Hui had stationed outside were horrified when they saw the severely injured Zhou Tengyun emerging and immediately tightened their guard. They quickly produced emergency supplies to treat Zhou Tengyun's wounds and stop the continuous bleeding.

Escorted by these security personnel, Liu Hui and Zhou Tengyun soon rushed back to the headquarters of Starry Sky Group. They proceeded to the basement, where Liu Hui first retrieved the bio-healing tank from his storage space. He then helped Zhou Tengyun into the tank and activated the bio-healing system; Zhou Tengyun immediately fell unconscious.

Seeing the bio-healing tank begin its work, Liu Hui let out a sigh of relief; Zhou Tengyun’s injuries should not be life-threatening.

After ensuring Zhou Tengyun was settled, Liu Hui immediately took out the piece of paper containing the secret formula he had obtained from Guo Jia. He looked at the medicinal ingredients listed once more and confirmed that the three key ingredients had indeed been altered.

Liu Hui pulled out an iron box from his storage space. Opening it, he found a collection of Liang Jingyue's small belongings inside, including several small notes filled with writing and a few letters. He meticulously compared the handwriting on the formula sheet with the script in the letters, leading him to one conclusion: this formula was written by Liang Jingyue herself.

However, Liu Hui couldn't be certain. Guo Jia had a multitude of talented subordinates; it wasn't impossible for someone to forge Liang Jingyue's handwriting. Therefore, he urgently needed to find an authentication expert to carefully examine whether the paper was written by Liang Jingyue. If it was truly her writing, it would mean she had never betrayed him, which was critically important to him.

Liu Hui suddenly remembered Director Sun of the Hong Kong Police Force, whom he had contacted earlier. Director Sun was the head of all Hong Kong police, and his subordinates surely possessed handwriting analysis experts. Liu Hui picked up his phone and dialed Director Sun's number. After some pleasantries, Liu Hui requested Director Sun to help arrange for a few handwriting analysis specialists.

Director Sun had already received intelligence from higher-ups, aware of the unusual importance placed on Liu Hui. Not daring to delay, he immediately dispatched several handwriting experts.

Zhou Tengyun would require some time to recover. Liu Hui left the basement and went to his office. It was already evening, and no one was left there. He waited for about an hour, at which point the company's security personnel called to report that someone was waiting for him at the entrance. Liu Hui immediately instructed the guard to bring the visitors up to his office.

The security personnel soon arrived with the visitors; they were indeed the team sent by Director Sun. Director Sun held Liu Hui in such high regard that he dispatched three handwriting experts immediately, regardless of the late hour.

"Gentlemen, I sincerely apologize for troubling you this late, but I have an extremely urgent matter that requires your assistance, so I must rely on you," Liu Hui said politely to the three experts. Experts in Hong Kong, unlike the often unqualified 'scholars' on the mainland, possessed genuine expertise, so Liu Hui treated them with respect.

"Mr. Liu is too kind. Director Sun instructed us to follow your arrangements," said one of the middle-aged men leading the group.

"Then I thank you all very much. I have this piece of paper here, and I need to know if the writing on this paper matches the writing on these others—were they written by the same person?" Liu Hui held up the formula sheet in one hand and several letters written by Liang Jingyue in the other.

The three experts skillfully opened their portable equipment cases, donned gloves, and carefully took the documents to begin their appraisal.

Liu Hui waited nervously beside them for the results, his heart never having felt such a mixture of gain and loss during his entire time in Hong Kong.

About half an hour later, the three experts stopped their work and nodded to each other.

"What are the results?" Liu Hui asked urgently.

"Based on our analysis, the handwriting on this paper bears a 99.99% similarity to the handwriting in these letters. They can be confirmed as written by the same person," the leading middle-aged man stated professionally.

"Can you determine how long ago the writing on this paper was done?" Liu Hui asked, holding up the formula sheet.

"Roughly between five to six months ago," the middle-aged man replied.

"Just as I thought." A wave of sheer happiness washed over Liu Hui. From the man’s words, he knew the content on this formula sheet had definitely been written by Liang Jingyue, and it had been done before her disappearance. If the formula was Liang Jingyue’s work, it meant she had never handed the real formula to Guo Jia; therefore, she hadn't betrayed him. Guo Jia had been duped by Liang Jingyue all along, but because this formula was redundant and served no practical purpose, Guo Jia had never noticed the subtle deception.

Although Liu Hui had often said he caused Liang Jingyue's betrayal and never blamed her, a knot had always remained in his heart, a feeling that Liang Jingyue hadn't trusted his own abilities. Now that he discovered she had never betrayed him, the knot dissolved completely, and he was overcome with joy.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Liu Hui shook the hands of the three experts emotionally, unable to utter anything beyond continuous expressions of gratitude. The experts had heard of Liu Hui and knew he usually maintained a calm demeanor, but they were surprised by his current loss of composure.

"Mr. Liu, please don't be so formal; this was just a small matter," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"It might be a small matter to you, but it is a monumental matter to me, so I must thank you. By the way, what are your names?" Liu Hui asked.

"My name is Yao Wen, this is Wang Feng, and this is Cao Nengkun," the middle-aged man introduced them.

"Heh heh, I will certainly inform Director Sun that you three are modest, highly skilled, and adept at resolving the difficulties faced by Hong Kong citizens," Liu Hui said with a smile.

Yao Wen and the other two were delighted, having understood Liu Hui’s implication: he would speak highly of them to Director Sun. With Liu Hui’s current status and position, any praise he offered would be taken seriously by Director Sun, guaranteeing a smooth future for them.

After the three departed, Liu Hui paced excitedly around his office. It was a huge relief that Liang Jingyue hadn't betrayed him, but where was she now?

Liu Hui couldn't fathom why Liang Jingyue had suddenly vanished. He knew there must be some mystery he didn't understand. As he paced, he stopped. Liu Hui had previously dwelled on the reasons for Liang Jingyue leaving him but could never find an entry point. Now, upon seeing this formula, a possibility struck him, causing his heart to race and his face to turn ashen.

This possibility was: Liang Jingyue, under duress, had given the fake formula to Guo Jia merely to buy time. But the fact that Guo Jia could still treat AIDS patients using this fake formula must have alerted Liang Jingyue to some hidden secret. This meant the formula Liu Hui had given her was also fake, utterly useless, and Liu Hui had lied to her. Consequently, feeling deceived and disheartened, combined with the forceful intervention of Guo Jia at that time, and perhaps to shield her father from trouble, she chose to quietly disappear from his life?

This terrifying possibility sent a chill through Liu Hui, draining the color from his face. He had previously maintained a psychological advantage, believing he could forgive Liang Jingyue's betrayal because she had genuinely wronged him. But now, he faced the possibility that he had deceived her, and she had not forgiven him, leading to her complete disappearance from his world.

This realization was devastating, instantly wiping away his earlier elation, leaving Liu Hui distraught. He recalled the day after Liang Jingyue disappeared, when he went to their former apartment looking for her and met Sister Zhang next door. Sister Zhang had mentioned that Liang Jingyue had cried in that room for half the night. If Liang Jingyue hadn't felt deceived, why would she have wept for half a night?

Liu Hui didn't remember how he left the office. He numbly returned to his home and saw Hu Xian'er chatting amiably with his parents, who were smiling warmly at her.

As soon as Liu Hui entered, Hu Xian'er noticed him. She walked over and smiled, "Boss, you're back so late. Aren't you afraid of worrying your mother and father?"

Looking at Hu Xian'er, Liu Hui felt a very strange sensation, momentarily feeling as if she were a little wife at home waiting for him, chiding him for returning so late. The feeling was bizarre, as if it should naturally be this way.

"Boss, Boss?" Hu Xian'er waved her hand in front of Liu Hui’s eyes. She noticed his gaze was vacant, lost in thought.

"Oh, what is it?" Liu Hui asked vaguely.

"Little Hui, are you alright?" His mother was the first to react.

"Oh, I'm fine, just a little tired," Liu Hui replied weakly.

"Son, are you sick? We’ve never seen you like this before?" His father also reacted, asking with concern.

"Boss, are you okay? I heard you went to the Li residence today. Did something unhappy happen there?" Hu Xian'er, being sharp, was the first to sense the underlying issue.

"Really nothing. You all continue your conversation; I think I'll rest early." Liu Hui felt exhausted, something that had never happened before.

Watching Liu Hui retreat into his room, his parents and Hu Xian'er exchanged bewildered glances. They were stunned by Liu Hui’s sudden change, as he had always presented himself as incredibly resilient, as if nothing could defeat him. His current lethargy worried them greatly.