HBWMA -Chapter 344 Who Is Playing the Chess Game?

The uproar at the press site suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

But that silence didn’t last long. Almost at the same moment, the crowd snapped back to life, erupting like a collapsing mountain with a deafening roar.

Sharp-eyed journalists grew excited. Cameramen hoisted their long lenses and short barrels, locking onto the screen, while reporters scrambled forward with microphones in hand.

Everyone at the scene began frantically searching for information about the identity of the girl with the gun. Voices, phone calls, and camera shutters of flashing lights intertwined, almost tearing the press hall apart.

“Miss Su, can you guarantee the authenticity of the video? What is your relationship with the girl in the footage?”

The gunshots in the video were louder than New Year’s fireworks. The blood on the floor had almost dyed half the room red, yet the torture did not stop—shot after shot, each one making viewers’ hearts tremble.

“We’ve found it!”

Someone exclaimed, “Jiang Huashan! She’s the adopted daughter of the Shen family!”

The reversal at the press conference stunned everyone.

Those who had been waiting for the Su family’s downfall fell silent. Was the Shen family stepping into the game themselves?

“Bang—!”

A crystal glass shattered into pieces. Golden champagne spread across the floor like a pool of spilled light.

Fu Jiasheng still wasn’t satisfied and kicked over the coffee table in front of him. “Those two old foxes actually played me like this.”

Fu Lingnan frowned, his face dark with anger. “Look at how you can’t even keep your composure. With that temperament, you still think you can bring down the Shen family?”

“Dad, we’ve been tricked! The Su family and the Shen family were already working together,” Fu Jiasheng said angrily, then turned to Fu Jiaming. “A-Ming, you owe us an explanation. Why was there a second half of the video—and why did it end up in the Shen family’s hands?”

Fu Jiaming had only just figured it out himself.

Originally, he had ordered Zhao Si to secretly film evidence to use against Su Yun for control. But later, the victim unexpectedly became Su Miao.

After Zhao Si was arrested, he immediately sent people to retrieve the hidden camera from the black room. At the time, he only obtained the first half of the footage. He assumed the recording had been interrupted and didn’t investigate further, since the first half alone was already enough to stir up trouble.

Now it seemed someone had already set the stage before them. That person had discovered the hidden video in advance, deliberately taken the crucial second half, and left behind a false bait just waiting for them to bite.

This press conference… was entirely the other side’s stage.

A dark glint flashed in Fu Jiaming’s eyes. In his mind, it was as if an invisible figure was sitting across from him, playing chess.

Who could it be?

Shen Zhuang? No. If it were him, he wouldn’t bother with such complexity—he was decisive and ruthless.

Su Jingliu? Also unlikely. If it were the Su family, none of the black-room footage would have leaked at all.

Suddenly, he recalled the mysterious person who had once used a male model to track Fang Mei’s movements.

Could it be her?

“A-Ming! Say something!” Fu Jiasheng pressed.

Fu Jiaming felt annoyed at his brother’s tone. He casually brushed the wrinkles on his trousers and said coldly, “Are you blaming me, big brother? I handed over exactly what I received. How was I supposed to know someone tampered with it?”

Fu Lingnan quickly stepped in to ease the tension between his sons. “Enough! Is this really the time for you two to argue? The priority is figuring out what exactly they’re planning.”

“You’re right, Dad,” Fu Jiasheng said, calming down slightly. “A-Ming, I spoke too harshly earlier. Don’t take it to heart.”

Fu Jiaming gave a faint smile and turned to Fu Lingnan. “Dad, you said they have a plan—have you seen anything?”

Fu Lingnan shook his head. “I truly can’t see through this move from the Shen family. Even if they proved Su Miao’s innocence, they’ve dragged themselves into an even bigger mess—illegal firearms, brutal killings… any of these alone is enough to trigger public outrage against them.”

Neither Fu Jiaming nor Fu Jiasheng could make sense of it either. But since the other side dared to make this move, they must have a backup plan.

The brilliance of this chess move lay precisely in the inability to predict the next step.

“Sir,” the butler handed over a phone.

Fu Lingnan glanced at it, his expression turning serious. “See? The moment something happens, everyone starts to lose their composure.”

Su Family Residence

The live broadcast had ended, but the main hall remained silent.

Su Zhuo turned back to look at Su Yun, his expression complicated.

Su Miao sat on the sofa, pale-faced, saying nothing.

Su Yun kept her head lowered, lost in thought.

Su Jingliu knelt down and slowly picked up the shattered jade pieces from the floor.

He suddenly remembered—right here in this same hall, Jiang Huashan had once said firmly over the phone: “I am not some random friend of Su Miao.”

“Old master!” the Su butler rushed in, nearly tripping in excitement. “It’s a call from Old Master Shen!”

Su Jingliu closed his eyes and slowly stood up, holding onto the tea table for support.

Clubhouse

Qin He, who had just been mocking Su Miao moments ago, was now completely stunned.

“What—Is Jiang Huashan insane? How dare she play this game like this?”

Zhou Yanhen’s eyes were dark. This was supposed to be his feast—what exactly was the Shen family doing?

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spine at Jiang Huashan’s ruthlessness.

“Good thing we didn’t provoke her. She’s definitely antisocial.”

Strangely, none of the girls responded.

Even though the livestream had ended, an unprecedented surge of emotion still lingered in their hearts.

A girl in heavy smoky makeup turned to her friend. “Will anything happen to Jiang Huashan?”

A boy answered without thinking. “What do you think? Public gun use, brutal killings—no matter how powerful the Shen family is, they can’t openly protect her.”

Shen Residence

Shen Jiao sat with her legs crossed, admiring her freshly done nails.

“Tell them I’m willing to offer two billion. As long as they declare my daughter innocent, I can increase the amount. Didn’t they say fines can substitute punishment? Just name the price. And at court, I don’t want to hear a single word against my daughter.”

“What do you mean, covering up? Now you want to talk about integrity? Believe it or not, I’ll expose every dirty deal you’ve ever taken!”

“….”

Just as Shen Che stepped into the Chrysanthemum Garden, he heard Shen Jiao loudly declaring war on the world.