At this mont, on Phuket Island of Goryeo.
The recovered chairman of Park Biotech, Park Young-joon, was hugging two scantily clad won, both with top-notch looks and figures, while sitting on a yacht.
In his youth, Park Young-joon had two favorite things, one was beautiful won, and the other was yachts.
Yet, after falling ill, he had hardly touched either of them.
Three years ago, a car accident had severely damaged his internal organs, leaving him confined to a wheelchair or bed.
Even the most beautiful won were out of reach—he could only look, unable to make a move.
As for yachts, they were but a distant thought, a flashback to his younger days.
When Park Young-joon was a young man, he loved driving yachts and jet skis on the azure sea.
Feeling the roaring whistles of the motor’s spiral, splashing up rows of white spray, and racing across the water was far more exhilarating than driving million-dollar luxury cars on the road.
Unable to suppress his inner joy, Park Young-joon took off his sunglasses, pushed the two won to one side, and then turned to address his assistant Li Chengzhi at the helm, "Assistant Li, you’ve done a very good job this ti. My recovery owes much to you!"
"Pick one of these won and take a break."
Li Chengzhi was the assistant of Park’s second son, Park Taiyu. Park Young-joon’s recovery was largely due to Li Chengzhi, who brought back the Revival Elixir from Jiuzhou overnight.
For this very reason, Park Young-joon promoted Li Chengzhi to be one of his own assistants, and Li Chengzhi just happened to have a yacht driving license. So, when Park Young-joon suddenly fancied a yacht ride today, Li Chengzhi was ready to take the wheel.
Of course, to prevent any accidents, there were two other drivers on the yacht.
"Oh, okay."
Li Chengzhi nodded and was about to let one of the drivers take over when Park Young-joon, already standing by the railing, said, "You get up, I’ll take the helm myself!"
"That’s not advisable!"
Park Taixin, who was a bit seasick, imdiately spoke up when he heard this, "Father, you’ve only just recovered and still need to recuperate. Let Assistant Li or soone else drive."
With a sniff of his nose, Park Young-joon responded in displeasure, "Taixin, are you doubting my driving skills?"
"Twenty years ago, I was the man who won the gold dal in the Goryeo yacht race!"
"Before, I didn’t have the ti, and later my health didn’t permit it, but now I have fully recovered. What’s driving a yacht? If it weren’t for your presence, I would have opted to drive a jet ski directly."
Seeing his father’s adamant attitude, Park Taixin no longer insisted. However, to prevent accidents, he still had an experienced driver sit in the co-pilot seat to be able to handle any unexpected situations promptly.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, trembling with excitent, Park Young-joon realized it had been at least three years since he last touched a yacht.
He sat up straight, his right foot on the brake, and stretched out his hand to press the engine start button.
With a roar!
The yacht shot off like an arrow released from its bow, whistling across the water’s surface.
"Wow! That’s so thrilling!"
Park Young-joon gripped the steering wheel with both hands, rushing back and forth on the water. When he was fully enjoying himself, he even executed high-speed drifts and tail spins with amazing finesse.
The two won on the yacht scread in excitent, gripping the railings and gyrating their bodies, filled with an abundance of hormones.
Li Chengzhi sat beside a woman with large waves of beautiful hair, also thoroughly enjoying the adrenaline rush.
anwhile, in a suburban courtyard outside Jiangling City in Jiuzhou.
Park Taiyu, who had been confined for three days, was unexpectedly released.
"You, you’re really letting go?"
Park Taiyu was sowhat incredulous. He Chen and Mo Han, especially Mo Han with his faint smile, made him shiver with unease.
He swallowed nervously, his eyes filled with terror as he said, "You wouldn’t be letting go just to create a car accident and have die on the way, would you?"
He Chen shook his head and said to Mo Han, "Mister Mo, I think this kid has gone eight parts out of ten mad."
Mo Han smiled slightly, "Humans, when deprived of freedom for too long and with nothing to do, naturally tend to let their imagination run wild."
As he spoke, he returned Park Taiyu’s phone to him and said lightly, "Chairman Park, you’re free."
Park Taiyu still couldn’t quite believe it, "You’re really not going to kill ?"
"The ti should be just about right now."
Mo Han glanced at the ti on his phone; he had spoken with Park Young-joon exactly three days ago at this ti. The Revival Elixir’s effect lasted precisely three days, so by calculation, its effects should be wearing off now.
With this thought, he scoffed disdainfully, "Kill you? Heh, the person who wants you dead now is not ."
"Old He, give Chairman Park a car, and return his passport and wallet to him."
After speaking, Mo Han turned and left without giving Park Taiyu another glance.
He Chen snapped his fingers, signaling his subordinates to bring Park Taiyu’s belongings. He looked at Park Taiyu with a deep and significant tone,
"Chairman Park, if I were you, I would find a safe place to hide right now."
Park Taiyu’s mouth twitched slightly. He didn’t quite understand the aning of He Chen’s words, but seeing that he had handed over the car keys and other items, he quickly grabbed his things and started the car.
After driving out for ten minutes and ensuring no one was following him, Park Taiyu finally turned on his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Assistant Li, it’s , Park Taiyu!"
Li Chengzhi, who was speeding on the waters of Phuket Island, felt his pocket buzz with a call. He took it out and saw it was from Second Young Master Park Taiyu!
He quickly answered, frantic, "Second Young Master! Where have you been these past few days?"
Park Taiyu replied, "It’s a long story. I’ve just escaped danger. Book a ticket from Jiangling City to Goryeo as soon as possible, the fastest flight..."
Right at that mont, sitting in the driver’s seat, Park Young-joon suddenly felt his eyelids heavy and his head dizzy, his legs stiffening and hands slackening their grip on the steering wheel unintentionally.
The driver in the co-pilot seat, noticing sothing was wrong with the yacht’s direction, hurried to help steer, anwhile glancing at Park Young-joon, which instantly made him panic.
Park Young-joon was now tilting his head back, breathing frantically, with blood seeping from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
"President, President!"
He called out twice, but Park Young-joon did not respond at all.
In a rush, the driver flipped over to the driver’s seat, then turned around and waved at Park Taixin, yelling, "Eldest Young Master, it’s bad! The President is in trouble!"
Park Taixin, who had been feeling a bit seasick, lost all sense of nausea upon hearing this. He quickly grabbed the railing and rushed over.
At that mont, Park Young-joon’s face was purple with suffocation, blood streaming from all seven apertures, and veins bulging on his neck, arms, and calves, making him look as horrifying as an infected person in a zombie movie.
Seeing his father’s awful condition, Park Taixin almost fell into the sea in shock.
"Father, Father! What’s happened to you?"
Park Young-joon clasped his own neck, looking at his son Park Taixin in extre agony, then pointed at Li Chengzhi, using all his strength to say, "The... the dicine is tainted!"
Upon saying that, Park Young-joon collapsed to the ground with a thud, dead.
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