"Why are you here?" Chen Fan asked the masked man, looking at him warily.
He knew the masked man's methods. When he saw this scene, the first thing he thought of was that the masked man wanted to threaten him with his mother's affairs.
"Chen Fan, be polite to my godfather. If it weren't for my godfather's help, do you think it would be possible for you to rescue your mother?" Song Wenting looked at Chen Fan displeased.
"Did you help me?" Chen Fan asked doubtfully.
Then he remembered something: "That Mr. Han, did you ask him to save me?"
The masked man didn't speak, he was still standing by the window, looking out the window calmly.
After a long time, the masked man looked at Song Wenting and said, "You go out first."
Song Wenting nodded, and after taking a look at Chen Fan, she left the room.
Suddenly, Chen Fan and the other three were the only ones left in the huge room.
The masked man slowly turned around and looked at Chen Fan, who was watching him warily. A smile appeared on the wrinkled face under the mask.
After more than 20 years, the family of three was finally reunited.
However, the masked man obviously did not intend to reveal his identity, but asked: "How do you feel about this trip to Kyoto?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
But he knew very well in his heart that during this trip to Kyoto, he realized how insignificant he really was.
Even if he was a branch of the Long family, it could easily kill him.
If Han Chunming hadn't appeared in time, even if he could escape, he would have to hide in the dark days from now on.
Seeing the change in Chen Fan's expression, the masked man smiled calmly: "It seems that this trip to Kyoto has made you feel deeply."
"You haven't answered my question yet, Han Chunming. Did you ask him to help me?" Chen Fan asked with a slight frown.
"Yes." The masked man did not deny it.
"Why are you helping me? Because of me, offending the Long family and the Huangfu family is probably not a wise choice." Chen Fan was puzzled and asked again the doubts in his heart.
He didn't think he would be of much value in the eyes of the masked man.
"Because of your mother." The masked man said calmly.
Hearing this, Chen Fan looked horrified: "Do you know my mother? Who are you?"
Staring at the masked man closely, Chen Fan felt a little excited and seemed to have a suspicion in his mind.
"I am your mother's former friend. Your mother saved my life, so I help you as a way of repaying her kindness."
For a moment, the excitement in Chen Fan's eyes disappeared.
He also remembered that Huangfu Qinyuan said today that his father was dead, and he died in his hands.
"Chen Fan, this world is a world of the jungle. Without strength, you can only be at the mercy of others. I think you should have a deep understanding of this when you come to Kyoto this time. If you want to rely on your ability to climb up to those people
You are in such a fearful position that there is no chance for you."
The masked man's words completely awakened Chen Fan.
It broke Chen Fan's illusory dream of using his company to compete with top families.
"I want to know, if I ask you again if you are willing to take my place, how will you answer this time?" The masked man spoke again.
Chen Fan was startled and looked at his mother, who was lying on the hospital bed with instruments inserted into her body and without any consciousness. He remembered how Huangfu Qinyuan tortured his mother and what Huangfu Qinyuan said. His father
Death in his hands, all the hatred made Chen Fan clenched his fists.
In an instant, Chen Fan's eyes were full of determination. He looked up at the masked man in front of him and said three words: "I do."
"If you want to take over my position, you will definitely suffer dissatisfaction from many people, and it may even put your life in danger. Are you sure you want to accept it?"
"Accept it, no matter what the danger is, I will accept it!" Chen Fan responded decisively.
"Okay, you are brave, but before you become my successor, I will give you three tests. If you complete these three tests, you will be my true successor. From now on, all my forces can be at your command.
." The masked man stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at Chen Fan.
"What test?"
"First, save your mother."
"You don't need to tell me this, I will do it too."
The masked man continued: "Second, avenge your mother."
"What about the third one?" Chen Fan asked first.
"In one year, no one will have any objections to you sitting in my position."
Chen Fan did not hesitate at all, nodded and responded: "I accept."
"I will not help you again until you complete these three things."
"Take good care of your mother."
After saying that, the masked man glanced at Long Zhiyun lying on the bed again, then turned and left the room.
Seeing the door close again, Chen Fan slowly came to his mother's bed.
At this moment, Chen Fan's heart was a little messy. Once upon a time, what he hated most was people and forces like the Masked Man, but he never thought that one day he would embark on this path.
"Mom, I don't know if my choice is right, but I don't regret it."
"Today I heard Huangfu Qinyuan say that my father died in his hands. If I don't avenge this revenge, I feel that I am not qualified to be your son." Chen Fan held Long Zhiyun's skinny face tightly.
Chai's hand was firm and his tone was very firm.
After saying that, Chen Fan took a deep breath, took out a few silver needles, and began to give Long Zhiyun acupuncture.
There were four acupuncture methods in total. Chen Fan continued to use the third one, but Long Zhiyun still had no reaction at all.
The instrument that detects Long Zhiyun's brain waves is always in a straight line, like a silent ocean without any ripples.
The last acupuncture method was also Chen Fan's last hope. When the needle was placed, Chen Fan's palms trembled slightly.
He didn't know how he could cure his mother if this set of acupuncture didn't work.
As the needles fell and he concentrated for a long time, a few drops of sweat dripped from Chen Fan's forehead.
The last needle was inserted into the Baihui point, and Chen Fan began to move the silver needle regularly.
"drop!"
At this moment, the instrument that detects brain waves suddenly fluctuated.
Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly sped up the silver needle.
"drop!"
Sure enough, he was right, that slight fluctuation made Chen Fan finally see hope.
Holding his breath and concentrating, Chen Fan looked at Long Zhiyun's head. Finally, a method of treatment appeared in Chen Fan's mind.
"Injecting mental power into the patient's consciousness, combined with Nilong Mingshen Needle treatment, may awaken the patient." Chen Fan read out the words that appeared in his mind.
Nilongmingshen acupuncture? What kind of acupuncture is this?
There is no record of this set of acupuncture in Chen Fan's mind, and spiritual power is injected into the patient's consciousness. How to inject spiritual power? Chen Fan is even more puzzled.
The trace of excitement that originally appeared on his face gradually disappeared.
"Is there anyone who can release spiritual power?" Chen Fan frowned.
But at this moment, a figure appeared in Chen Fan's mind, making Chen Fan's eyes suddenly brighten.