Chapter 544: Chapter 544: I Won’t Find Peace Until He Dies

Chapter 544: I Won’t Find Peace Until He Dies (Update 2)

“At that moment, he began to doubt—was his teacher’s death really an accident?”

“If it had been an accident, then why would a formula known to only two people in the world end up in someone else’s hands?”

He planned to investigate the truth behind the laboratory explosion all those years ago and to find out how that formula ended up with a stranger. Lin.

Thus, he resorted to certain measures… obtaining the identity of a researcher in order to infiltrate someone’s laboratory.

When he secured one-tenth of the complete Anti-Cancer Drug Formula, the truth became undeniable.

This was the same formula he and his teacher had developed, confirming that the laboratory explosion in which his teacher was present was no accident!

Someone had deliberately caused the explosion, killed his teacher, and stolen the formula!

The flames of anger and revenge completely consumed his sanity.

After all, that teacher had treated him like a son—a second father, if you will.

To avenge a father’s murder is more than just an unbreakable grudge; he wanted his teacher’s murderer to suffer a horrible fate!

And the best way wasn’t just to ruin his reputation—it was to have him experience the same fatal explosion in his own laboratory.

First, however, he had to make sure this man truly understood what pain was, what anger was, and what it meant to be gripped by terror.

He devised a plan: using a communication device he had prepared long ago, he reached out to the outside world.

By the way, bringing this device into the lab was actually very simple.

A tiny smart watch was enough—the ESIM virtual card could be directly written onto it.

All it took was two latex covers. Insert it, swallow it, then retrieve it. See? It’s really that simple.

Using the device, he contacted friends on the outside… to extort and intimidate, ensuring that his enemy would live in a state of perpetual anger and fear.

During this period, he was also orchestrating another laboratory explosion. Anyone with even a basic understanding of experiments knew how simple it was to create an explosion.

All it required were some materials capable of triggering a blast… which was never a problem—money makes the impossible possible!

He even discovered that among the other researchers, four of them were nothing more than his enemy’s lackeys!

Then he came up with another scheme: turn two of those lackeys into his own assets.

He told these two lackeys (chdj) that he knew how to produce the final Anti-Cancer Drug and that he had already perfected it. If they kept it for themselves, untold riches would follow.

Not everyone, unlike him and his teacher, could resist the lure of fame and fortune.

So those two became his pawns, seizing opportunities—like when they went out to buy daily necessities—to smuggle back some materials needed to set off the laboratory explosion.

Just as everything was set and he was about to use further measures to expel the others and kill his enemy with an explosion, an unexpected event occurred.

A female researcher died in an accident, throwing his plans into disarray!

But it didn’t matter; the plan was still in motion.

What he hadn’t anticipated, though, was that events would outpace his plans, as if fate itself were determined to keep his enemy alive.

That very night, not in the early hours, his enemy left after taking a phone call.

Yet, he never expected one mishap after another to unfold.

The sample drug he had secretly produced to win over those two lackeys had long been discovered by other researchers.

He had underestimated both the inherent wickedness in people and the endless greed of humanity.

Even more, he hadn’t foreseen that three researchers were secretly planning to extract the complete drug formula from those two lackeys.

On the night his enemy departed—not in the early hours—the three planned to ambush the two lackeys, threatening them into handing over the formula.

But they forgot: there weren’t just two lackeys, but four researchers in all, all aligned with his enemy.

Three against four—the ensuing brawl completely upended his plans.

Yet, it also revealed to him the grim darkness and repulsiveness of mankind.

In his eyes, these seven researchers, like his enemy, were no good at all—utterly despicable.

What use was it for such scum to be allowed to live among people?

Once more, his burning desire for revenge obliterated his reason and spurred an even more heinous plan.

He intended to kill all seven. A single laboratory explosion that claimed so many lives would be enough to ensure that his enemy would never escape prison for the rest of his life.

Sometimes, to take revenge, you don’t need to kill someone outright; forcing them to suffer might be even more satisfying.

He had witnessed a researcher being stabbed three times by another, collapsing onto the floor.

He also saw the remaining researchers tear each other apart in a frenzied brawl, vowing to not stop until death.

In the midst of the chaos, he silently sneaked up to the third floor and opened the gas valve… Why did he do that?

Because he feared that the explosion in the underground laboratory alone wouldn’t have enough force.

Once he was convinced that the gas had leaked sufficiently, he returned to the basement, ignited the experimental tools, set the alcohol burner alight… and quietly left the laboratory.

Even before the plan began, he had secretly used certain methods to create his enemy’s… fingerprints!

The principle was simple: extract his enemy’s daily fingerprints and, with silicone and paraffin wax, fabricate a fingerprint mold.

He used the fingerprint mold to walk out of the laboratory. Three minutes later, the lab exploded!

As he watched the towering flames, a wave of regret hit him!

Were those people truly deserving of death? Even if they were, they were merely innocent bystanders—not his true enemy. He had no right to kill them.

In the following days, he couldn’t eat or sleep properly… his body and mind were on the verge of collapse.

He felt a deep remorse—regret for killing the innocent and even more regret for not eliminating his real enemy from the start.

So…

Zhao Yucheng’s face twisted into a grim snarl as he declared, “An eye for an eye—if you kill, you must pay. I made mistakes, I admit them, and I will turn myself in. But even if I eventually face the gallows, I must first see my enemy die before I can finally leave this world in peace and be reunited with my two fathers.”

“If he doesn’t die, my heart will never be at ease!”

Fin.

School.