CRACK—
BANG—
CRASH—
A cacophony of sounds erupted from the white Alphard as it was sward.
The gangsters who arrived first, wielding steel pipes, began indiscriminately smashing the car windows.
Layer upon layer of cracks ford, followed by waves of shattering glass. In the blink of an eye, every single window on the Alphard was broken. The vehicle’s body was beaten beyond recognition.
Without any unnecessary chatter or yelling, the gangsters deftly reached inside to unlock the doors.
When they saw the vicious assault He Haolin was perpetrating, they slamd a steel pipe into his back without a second thought.
"Who are you?! Who?! A bunch of worthless scum, do you have any idea who I am? You dare to hit ? You’re all dead, dead!"
Taking the full force of a steel pipe to his back, the crazed, monstrous lust in He Haolin’s heart was instantly beaten out of him. His face contorted in agony as he hissed, sucking in a sharp breath while roaring at his assailants.
"Buddy, it remains to be seen if we’re finished, but you—you’re in for it now!" a refined-looking young man called out with a cold laugh, standing a couple of ters from the Alphard.
He then gestured to the n surrounding the vehicle. "Drag him out!"
At his command, two n leaned in, grabbed He Haolin by his clothes, and yanked him outside.
They glanced at Ji Yuchen, who was curled up and shivering in terror. "It’s alright now, Miss," one of them said, pursing his lips. "Don’t worry, soone will get justice for you."
After speaking, the young man paid no mind to whether Ji Yuchen had heard him and turned to close the car door.
"Let go!"
"Get off !"
"Do you know who I am?"
"You scum, you’re courting death!"
"Do you know who my dad is?! Let go!"
He Haolin, emboldened by his status, roared fearlessly while being restrained.
"Shut up!" one of the n barked in annoyance and smacked him hard across the face.
Instantly, five fiery red fingerprints appeared on He Haolin’s handso face.
"You hit ? Fuck your mother, you dare to hit ?" He Haolin stared at the man in disbelief, the curses tumbling from his lips.
"I said, shut your fucking mouth!"
A backhand slap landed on the other side of his face.
Shaking his head and seeing stars, He Haolin was completely dumbfounded. These guys were obviously gangsters, and they actually dared to lay a hand on him? They were clearly tired of living!
Caught in his incredulous stupor, he was dragged before the refined-looking young man in just a few steps.
However, upon getting a clear look at He Haolin’s face, Zheng Xipo’s expression changed dramatically. His earlier sneer was replaced by a look of stunned shock.
Although He Haolin didn’t recognize him, how could a veteran of the streets like him not recognize the faces of the city’s prominent young masters?
"Who the hell do you work for?" He Haolin roared viciously at Zheng Xipo after being kicked to his knees.
Slapped twice and kicked once. He seared this debt into his mory.
Zheng Xipo didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he frowned, took out his phone, and walked a few paces away.
He dialed Ye Jizu’s number.
Ye Jizu, who was speeding toward the scene, answered instantly. "Speak. What’s the situation?" he asked anxiously. "Is the girl okay?"
"Boss Ye, she’s alright. Her clothes are a bit torn, but that’s it. Thankfully, we arrived just in ti. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened to her in that car," Zheng Xipo reported truthfully, blinking.
HUUU...
A long, audible sigh of relief ca from the other end of the line.
"As long as she’s fine, that’s all that matters," Ye Jizu said. "Wait there for . I’m almost there."
"Boss Ye, there’s sothing I need to tell you—" Zheng Xipo said hesitantly.
"Speak!" Ye Jizu’s authoritative voice commanded.
"Boss Ye, the target is the son of Official He," Zheng Xipo said after a mont’s hesitation.
"He Zhenjiang?" Ye Jizu asked with a cold sneer from inside the speeding Bentley.
"Yes," Zheng Xipo hurriedly confird.
The scope of Boss Ye’s connections was far beyond his ability to guess. If this escalated into a situation where they accidentally attacked an ally, they would be the ones to suffer the consequences.
Ye Jizu let out a cold laugh. "In that case," he said playfully, "let’s help He Zhenjiang ’educate’ his son. Just make sure you get the ssage across. Keep him breathing, but just barely."
"Yes, Boss Ye!"
Relieved to have his orders, Zheng Xipo’s nerves settled.
As the line disconnected, he quickly shoved the phone back into his pocket and strode back.
"Get him! Just don’t kill or cripple him," Zheng Xipo commanded with an imposing air, one hand in his pocket, the other pointing at He Haolin.
The very thought of teaching a young master of He Haolin’s stature a lesson was enough to make one’s blood boil with excitent.
"Yes, sir!"
Following Zheng Xipo’s command, the n surrounding He Haolin roared in response.
Their fists and feet imdiately rained down on He Haolin.
"Stop! Stop! My dad is He Zhenjiang! Stop!"
With his hands shielding his head amidst the flurry of blows, He Haolin had no choice but to invoke his father’s na.
And for a mont, it actually worked.
Upon hearing the na "He Zhenjiang," the young n instinctively pulled back their punches and kicks.
But before He Haolin could even catch his breath, Zheng Xipo’s voice rang out again. "Continue!"
The youths flinched and turned to look at Zheng Xipo, their eyes clearly filled with apprehension.
"I said, continue," he repeated, each word landing with heavy finality.
"Yes, sir!"
Clenching their teeth, the n unleashed a new round of kicks and punches on He Haolin.
During the relentless onslaught, no matter how much He Haolin scread or begged, the young n wouldn’t stop without an order from Zheng Xipo, treating him like a human punching bag.
Bruises blossod on his body.
Blood splattered from his nose.
The arms he was using to shield his head were dislocated.
He vomited blood.
At Zheng Xipo’s signal to halt, He Haolin collapsed to the ground, motionless as a dead dog. His face was a grueso mask of blood. He never imagined soone in Jiangzhou would dare to strike him. He was even more shocked that they continued after he had invoked his father’s powerful na.
He Haolin had taken a brutal fall.
But what he didn’t know was that this was only the beginning.
SCREECH—
Suddenly, a black Bentley screeched to a halt beside the Alphard.
Seeing it, Zheng Xipo imdiately jogged over. He respectfully opened the rear door and, placing a hand protectively over the top of the doorfra, greeted Ye Jizu with a fawning smile. "Boss Ye!"
"Mm," Ye Jizu responded with a low grunt as he stepped out of the car.
"Where is she?" he asked quickly.
"In the car," Zheng Xipo replied at once.
Ye Jizu nodded, glanced at the battered Alphard, and then slid back into the Bentley. Without a second thought, he pulled out his phone and dialed Qin Fan’s number.
"Speak."
Though it was only a single word from the other end of the line, Ye Jizu could hear the urgency in Qin Fan’s voice.
"Master Qin! She’s fine, her clothes are just a bit torn. She’s still in the car. It was He Zhenjiang’s son, He Haolin, who did it." In just a few words, Ye Jizu succinctly described the situation.
"Have your n watch her. If Ji Yuchen wants to leave, let her. If not, wait for my return. As for He Haolin, keep a close eye on him," Qin Fan commanded, his voice ice-cold.
"Yes, Master Qin!"
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