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"Ms. Fu, the 'Dragon Biting its Tail' feng shui formation cannot be interpreted simply as an Ouroboros representing a cycle."

"It will consume your career, your family, and..." Chen Fan stared at the pale-faced Fu Xueyue, "it won't end until your family’s entire estate and you yourself have been reduced to dust."

"The dragon’s head devours everything in its path; the fact that only the head remains signifies that it is feeding on the final remnants of the Fu legacy."

"Ms. Fu, who have you offended to have such a relentless, life-draining feng shui formation set against your house?"

Deep in the night, the rooftop of the Fu Group headquarters felt bone-chilling.

"I don't know. I have offended quite a few people." Fu Xueyue trembled. "Master Chen, you... you are my only hope."

Chen Fan climbed the water tank ladder with crisp, decisive movements, feeling for the protrusions on the railing by the moonlight. He found a piece of cotton cloth taped to the structure and tore it off with a forceful tug. Jumping down, he opened the cloth to take a look.

It was a withered index finger, looking as if it had been smoked.

Chen Fan wore an expression of disgust as he tossed the finger and its wrapping onto the ground and crushed it under his heel.

"What is that?" Curiosity flickered in Fu Xueyue's eyes.

"Nothing of consequence." Chen Fan shrugged. "Ms. Fu, you only need to know that the matter is resolved.&q