Zhao Wenkang was fully focused on the upcoming 16th-anniversary celebration of Zhao's Group. From the guest list to security measures, he personally oversaw every detail. Although he hadn't completely let down his guard, the preparations for the celebration forced him to relax his control over his surroundings.
Meanwhile, the Xiao organization members were also meticulously planning their operation.
In a dark basement, Bang sat at the end of a long table, his sharp eyes scanning all the members present. Lin Zhe, Shui She, Iron Fist, and other core members were intently studying the layout of the celebration, analyzing the best routes for infiltration.
Just as the discussion reached a crucial point, a soft sound suddenly rang out from a corner of the room—
"Doo—doo—"
A young member picked up a trumpet and casually played a low and eerie melody. The melody seemed to carry an indescribable sadness, yet it was mixed with the shadow of death. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked toward the source of the sound.
Bang wasn't angry; instead, he tapped the table with interest. "What tune are you playing?"
The member shrugged and replied indifferently, "My painful life."
The room fell silent.
Bang looked at him quietly, then a smile appeared on his lips, and he said with a hint of appreciation, "Good, remember this melody! From now on, whenever this music plays, it means someone else is about to suffer."
The members exchanged glances, and someone chuckled softly. Bang slowly closed his eyes, immersed in the profound emotions brought by the melody.
This tune became the "death prelude" of the Xiao organization—
It represented the arrival of retribution, symbolized the coming of pain, and was the final warning to those about to face destruction.