Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality Chapter 1213 610: Fight to the Death

In this unbearable pain, Hou Wei let out a piercing scream. His entire body was like a leaf blown by Gale, flying horizontally more than ten ters away and finally crashing onto a square table with a heavy thud.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the solid wood table instantly shattered into pieces. Hou Wei lay on the ground, his mouth and nose askew, his nose collapsed, and his chest deeply sunken. His body convulsed, bloodied, looking truly horrific.

"Not causing trouble for ? Are you out of your mind?" Lin Beichen glanced at Hou Wei, who was like a pile of mud, "Get your bearings straight. Right now, whether it's you or him, you're just fish on my chopping board. Waiting obediently to be punished is your fate. Coming to negotiate terms with ? Are you worthy?"

After saying this, he ignored the half-dead Hou Wei and turned to walk towards Li Jile.

"Don't kill , don't kill ... I don't want to die!" Watching Lin Beichen approach step by step, Li Jile turned pale, his whole body trembling. The fear in his heart surged like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly drowning his last shred of rationality.

"Slap!"

Li Jile collapsed to the ground, shouting in panic, "Don't kill ! I'll give you anything you want! Money... Yes! Money! I have six million in the Swiss Bank! As long as you let go, that money is yours! If it's not enough, I can still borrow more! Just begging you... just begging you to spare !"

As he spoke, tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. Clearly, he had been scared into a breakdown.

This scene left Li iting and others dumbfounded. They couldn't imagine that Li Jile, this legitimate son of the Li Family, would be so submissive to soone.

Is this still the arrogant and domineering Li Second Young Master?

"Boom!"

Just as everyone was in shock, the door was kicked open again from outside. A middle-aged man, wearing an oversized suit, a famous watch, and a baseball cap on his head, walked in. The baseball bat in his hand was still dirty with mud, having apparently rushed over after a baseball ga.

After scanning the room, the middle-aged man quickly found Li Jile lying in a pool of blood. His face turned livid, and he rushed to Li Jile's side like a madman.

He gently cradled the bloodied Li Jile in his arms and then roared around like a wounded beast, "Who did this? Jile! Tell Fourth Uncle! Which bastard dared to hurt you like this? Fourth Uncle will definitely avenge you!"

Fear wrapped around Li Jile's heart like a nightmare. He was afraid, truly afraid. He feared that this seemingly inconspicuous young man would really take his life.

He had just stepped out of a greenhouse, with so many beauties in the country villa waiting for his attention, and hundreds of thousands in his Flag Card yet to be squandered. He hadn't even received the shares he was entitled to as a legitimate son of the Li Family.

How could it be?

How could he just die here like this?

How could he be killed by soone so insignificant?

Li Jile roared in his heart, pale and trembling. He wanted to muster the courage to fight to the death with this young man, but whenever he thought of the other party's terrifying power, he felt helpless.

He didn't even have the courage to run away, just watching helplessly as that demonic figure approached step by step.

Li Jile's heart sank deeper and deeper. Just as he was about to break down and beg for rcy, with a "bang," the teahouse's door was kicked open again.

When Li Jile saw the face of the newcor, he cried.

"Fourth Uncle!"

He cried out, then rushed into the newcor's arms, wailing like a wronged child.

After crying for a long while, he finally broke free from the middle-aged man's embrace. He pointed at Lin Beichen and shouted, "Fourth Uncle! It's this guy! This despicable scoundrel not only wants my life but also disrespects our Li Family. You must not let him go! You must tear him to pieces to defend the honor of our Li Family!"

"Li Kangsui? Why is he here?" Lan Zihua's pupils shrank sharply, and the gaze she directed at the middle-aged man Li Kangsui was filled with wariness.

She gently touched Lin Beichen's back and then whispered in his ear, "You've already exceeded your mission's goal. Find an opportunity to escape quickly! There's no need to confront him head-on anymore."

Li Kangsui is an old playboy, a rogue. He's a more enhanced version of Li Jile and even harder to deal with.

Most importantly, compared to Li Jile, this old rogue holds part of the Li Family's power. His security company is nearby and can mobilize people at any ti.

Although Lin Beichen is powerful, even reaching an inhuman realm, Lan Zihua doesn't believe he can fight an entire security company alone.

Besides, this rogue is notoriously mad; once enraged, he won't hold back.

If he is really provoked, it's not just Lin Beichen, even she herself might get implicated.

"Hahaha! Want to escape now? Too late! Now that Mr. Li is here with his people, let's see how arrogant you can be, kid!"

The half-dead Hou Wei laughed freely upon seeing this. Even if the movent tugged at his wounds, causing blood to gush, he didn't care: "Kid! You're dood! Not just you, but your family and friends will pay a heavy price for your stupid actions!"

What?

This is the president of Li's Security Company, Li Kangsui?

Everyone was astonished once again.

The crowd around instantly froze, every eye wide with incredulity, mouths agape, staring directly at Li Kangsui.