After my wife pulled out my oxygen tube, I was born again

In the early morning, Song Yang was awakened from his deep sleep by a rapid knock on the door.

He rubbed his hazy eyes and walked towards the door with a little displeasure.

When he opened the door, he saw Anweil ​​standing outside the door with an anxious face, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.

"Song Yang, something big happened!" Anweil ​​said breathlessly, "Last night, Smith, Tarink and Cervantes were all assassinated! The Tianming side is in chaos. Adams called everyone to a meeting. I Now how to do?"

When Song Yang heard this, he frowned slightly and felt a surge of displeasure in his heart.

He looked at Anweil ​​coldly and said angrily: "Is the thing on your neck a decoration? Do you still need to ask me about such a thing?"

Anweil ​​was frightened by Song Yang's tone, and he regretted it a little.

He began to wonder if he was with the wrong person. Song Yang's methods were too ruthless, which frightened him.

However, now he has no way out and can only bite the bullet and walk all the way to the dark side.

In sharp contrast to Anweil's panic, Song Yang still maintained a calm and calm attitude.

He patted Anweil ​​on the shoulder and said calmly: "As long as you control your mouth, you will be fine."

Anweil ​​nodded, but did not dare to look at Song Yang.

He could feel the coldness in Song Yang's eyes, which was a kind of power that made people feel frightened.

After Song Yang turned around and left, Anweil ​​dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was so scared that he peed his pants.

The early morning street scene appeared in front of Song Yang the moment he walked out of the hotel. The sun shines through the sparse clouds and onto the streets, casting a golden glow on this new day. On both sides of the street, shops opened their doors and windows one after another, preparing to welcome the new day. The air is filled with the unique freshness and tranquility of early morning. The occasional slight roar of distant vehicles does not seem out of place.

Song Yang's eyes glanced casually on the street, and suddenly fixed on Xia Liangwu. She was squatting in front of the flower bed, concentrating on watering the flowers. The sun shone on her body, coating her agile figure with a golden halo.

Xia Liangwu put down the shower, turned around, and showed a bright smile to Song Yang: "What? Are you not in a good mood?"

Song Yang shook his head and smiled: "Not bad."

Xia Liangwu came over and said softly: "Then tell me something that makes you unhappy. Tianming immediately blamed you for this matter, and now they have begun to target you. Chu Zihan The new energy project that you are asked to manage has been hit, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to start construction today."

Song Yang frowned slightly when he heard this, but quickly regained his composure. Just then, his phone suddenly rang.

Mu Mu's anxious voice was on the other end of the phone: "Song Yang, our project has been stopped by the local government because of the risk of pollution. What should we do?"

Song Yang said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will handle it. Today, everyone will take a week's paid leave. We will wait until the matter is resolved."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Hui looked at Mu Mu worriedly: "If this continues, won't the company go bankrupt?"

Mu Mu looked unusually calm: "No, Song Yang will handle all this. We have to believe in him."

Wen Hui looked at Mu Mu in confusion: "Why do you believe Song Yang so much? It's a holiday at this time, and the company's employees are not stable. What if they all run away?"

Mu Mu gently patted Wen Hui on the shoulder and said firmly: "At this time, believing in Song Yang is more important than anything else. He must have a way to turn the situation around."

Mu Mu walked out easily, leaving Wenhui alone and muttering: "Crazy...all crazy."

At this time, Song Yang was living a leisurely life in the hotel, as if all the disputes had nothing to do with him. He enjoyed the morning sunshine and tasted the fragrant coffee. The vacation-like days made him completely relaxed.

In stark contrast is the atmosphere at the Round Table of Destiny. There was silence in the hall, everyone was silent, no one dared to speak easily. Adams' face was as sinking as water, and he sat in the main seat, exuding a cold aura.

Suddenly, the heavy door was slowly opened, and a bright light spilled into the hall, reflecting on everyone's faces. Everyone looked at the door and saw Chessia, wearing a plain white dress, walking in quietly with a touch of sadness on her face.

Her appearance was like a breath of fresh air flowing into this solemn and tense atmosphere. Everyone stood up one after another, lined up neatly in two rows, bowed slightly, and respectfully called in unison: "Holy Lady." Their voices echoed in the hall, with deep respect and awe.

Cecia nodded slightly in response. Her eyes swept over everyone, and finally settled on Adams, who was still firmly in the chair. She gently walked to her seat and sat down, her eyes soft but firm.

"Adams, I know that your heart is full of grief and anger right now." Cecia said softly, her voice as warm as the spring breeze, but with unshakable power, "Cervantes's departure is the most important thing for all of us." A result no one wants to see.”

Adams's face was still gloomy, but he didn't speak, just listened to Cecia's words quietly.

"Let us pray for him together." Cecia said, clasping her hands and lowering her head. "May his soul rest in peace, and may he find eternal peace in heaven."

Everyone also lowered their heads and prayed with Cecia. The hall echoed with their low and pious prayers, which were full of remembrance of the deceased and expectations for the future.

After the prayer, Cecia raised her head and her eyes fell on Adams again: "Adams, I know you want to avenge Cervantes now, but we must face all this calmly and rationally. We cannot let anger and Grief blinds us, and we cannot make wrong decisions because of it.”

Adams looked at Chesia with a gloomy face and asked her coldly: "Isn't the Holy Lady still planning to target Song Yang in the name of destiny?"

Cecia replied softly: "Have you checked everything clearly?"

Adams snorted: "Isn't this obvious enough?"

Cecia sighed and said: "If it had been useful to target Song Yang, we would have captured him long ago. Besides, it's not like we haven't done anything before. Now Xila is still in Song Yang's hands."

Adams angrily protested and asked Chessia: "Are you going to wait until Song Yang takes over the destiny and repeats the disaster of the past before you take action?"

Cecia shook her head with a wry smile and said: "If we can win Song Yang, why are you angry at me here? Until now, we haven't found out who did this and rashly attacked Song Yang It will only allow the mastermind behind it to succeed."

Cecia's words made everyone nod in agreement. Anweil ​​listened to their conversation without saying a word, but at this moment, there was a turmoil in his heart.

He finally understood why Song Yang didn't let him speak - staying silent at this critical moment would not expose himself, and he could also sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers. Suddenly he felt that Song Yang was not only smart but also very scary, and he completely gave up the idea of ​​betrayal.

Adams was speechless by Cecia's gentle attitude. He could only ask with a grimace and a hint of unwillingness and confusion: "Even if he knows that someone else did it, this matter really has nothing to do with Song." Does Yang have nothing to do with it?”

While saying this, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Anweir who was standing aside.

However, Anweil ​​just smiled awkwardly, pretended to be submissive, lowered his head, and avoided Adams' eyes.

Cecia looked at Adams and took a deep breath. She knew how Adams was feeling at this time, but she also understood that now was definitely not the time to be impulsive.

She said softly: "Adams, please calm down. If we continue to mess up at this time, it will really be hopeless. Now our destiny is at stake, and the Illuminati is our only hope. If we lose the power of the Illuminati again, , then it’s really over.”

Listening to Cecia's words, Adams clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

He gritted his teeth and said: "I will definitely investigate this matter. I will definitely find the murderer and avenge my son. But Song Yang, I will never let him go. I will bear the responsibility for the next thing alone." After that, he turned around suddenly and walked away with a group of followers.

Cecia looked at Adams's leaving back and shook her head helplessly. She knew that she had tried her best, but Adams' stubbornness and hatred made it impossible for her to persuade him. She couldn't help but feel a deep worry in her heart: "The Illuminati is over."