Their vehicle rode along the path and eventually pulled into an underground car park that Xiang Yuanjiu had specially constructed for their visit to the detention centre. The vehicle pulled to a stop before Han Yaotian could even get his bearings.

Putting the gear to neutral, Team Leader unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He opened the sliding door to the passenger seat. “We’re here,” he said.

Yun Xi nodded. She exited the car and scanned the underground car park. Their car had taken many detours throughout their journey to confuse Han Yaotian in the backseat. It was no surprise that they were Mu Feichi’s special forces. They were cautious about the littlest details.

Han Yaotian could try to poke around all he wanted to learn more about what was inside of Mount Tianyu in their journey, but the car ride alone should be able to convince the man that they were somewhere far away from the mountain even though they were still inside of it.

“Please, Chairman Han,” Yun Xi gestured to the man still sitting inside the car, and Han Yaotian warily emerged from the passenger seat.

He took a rough look around the car park, unsure of where he was. But he did not have a moment to think as he had to keep pace with Yun Xi, who was heading toward the small elevator lobby in the parking lot.

Team Leader A pressed a digit on the number pad, and the three travelled quickly, reaching their destination floor. They were greeted by Xiang Yuanjiu the moment they arrived. As Xiang Yuanjiu exchanged a nod with Yun Xi, he turned to bring the trio to the detention cell.

The three shuffled into an observation room that was an empty space sandwiched between drywall and a thick glass panel on the right. From the glass panel, they could see a man sitting on a chair across from them. The man had cuffs on his hands and feet, and he remained quiet as he sat with his body slightly bent forward on the chair.

The place seemed like a standard interrogation room in a police station, but it was more spacious, and the air seemed extra frigid. Aside from two chairs and some control panels on the wall, there was nothing else.

“Don’t worry, Chairman Han. He can’t see us, but we can see him. Take a closer look. Don’t you think he looks familiar?”

Han Yaotian frowned in confusion as he stepped toward the glass. He stopped until he was just two glass panels away from the man’s face. He was not too far nor too near for comfort, and the glass allowed him to squint, observing every detail on the man’s face boldly.

The more he stared at the man, the more familiar he looked. But Han Yaotian could not recall when he had met or even seen this man before.

“Looks familiar, doesn’t he?” sounds of thuds accompanied Yun Xi’s steps as she approached the glass panels. She raised her brows disinterestedly. “Kind of like your father when he was younger, eh?” she added without a change in her expression.

“…” Yun Xi’s reminder had triggered a memory for Han Yaotian. The man had looked familiar to him as he resembled a picture of the younger Han Hongbin his mother had. The photograph may have been in black and white, but it was clear for him to tell Han Hongbin’s features apart.

He had burned this photograph into his childhood memory, along with the memory of his mother crying in secret whenever she took a look at the photograph. Whenever he thought about it, his burning hatred for the man that abandoned his mother and him filled his body.

In the end, Han Yaotian returned to the Han family, but it was not to enjoy the luxury of being a member of the Han family or to patch his relationship with his father. He wanted to take down the Han family. Once he had done that, he would forbid anyone from looking down on him for being a son of a mistress.

Although Yun Xi was facing the glass panel, she still caught sight of Han Yaotian’s expression slightly faltering from her peripheral vision. He was fighting to maintain his cool, like a duck paddling furiously under the water. She watched his face change as he panicked and struggled to internalize the reality to his eventual acceptance.

The man immediately turned. There was no hiding his nerves in his face as he stared at Yun Xi. “Who is he?” It was hard for Han Yaotian to speak.

“He is what you are,” Yun Xi simply answered. Her words were ambiguous and almost cryptic. It was to be understood when spoken to anyone else.

But Han Yaotian was not anyone else. Yun Xi’s answer had confirmed his doubts and the truth was hard for him to swallow.

He was Han Hongbin’s illegitimate son. Just like Han Yaotian, the man inside was also an illegitimate child of the Han family.

The man could barely speak as he stared intensely at the figure behind the glass panel. For a strange moment, it was like the other man had noticed someone was calling him, and he had looked up as well.

Han Yaotian inhaled sharply as he eyed the man’s features and his mannerisms. His eyes had carried the same cold and deep gaze like that of Han Hongbin’s. This was a living replica of the young Han Hongbin.

“But how… dad never mentioned there were others…”