“I’m asking you, what’s your name? Do I need to ask again?” Qin Fan snarled, ignoring the flecks of blood on his shoes, his voice laced with chilling intensity.

“Wen… Wen Congshu!” the man choked out, his body and mind collapsing.

“What… what do you want? Do you dumb grunts even know I’m one of the Liao Family’s Crown Prince’s men? You’re insane, all of you!”

Upon seeing Wen Congshu in such a miserable state, Guo Wenhai was swamped with panic and shock, and he could no longer stop himself from roaring. He knew these soldiers couldn’t possibly be unaware of the Liao Family. The Liao Family was his ace up his sleeve—the very foundation of his reputation as the “City God of Ningchuan.” He had reached the point where he had no choice but to play that card.

The Liao Family, huh? Fine, I’ll add them to the list later!

His brow furrowed with an increasingly menacing air, Qin Fan ignored Guo Wenhai’s trump card and reached into his pocket for his phone.

He dialed a number with a Macau area code.

After a few seconds of ringing, a respectful voice answered instantly. “Mr. Qin!” It was Li Yicheng, seated in the chairman’s office of the Junlin Group.

“Li Yicheng, do you know someone in Macau named Wen Congshu?” Qin Fan asked.

“Wen Congshu? I know him. He’s in real estate. What’s wrong?” Li Yicheng asked, startled.

“I want him to lose everything.”

I want him to lose everything.

As Qin Fan’s voice came through the receiver, Li Yicheng suddenly fell silent.

By any measure, Wen Congshu was a prominent figure in Macau. Reducing such a man to nothing was easier said than done. But no matter how difficult it was, Qin Fan had given the order, and Li Yicheng had no room to refuse.

In his view, Qin Fan’s future was at a level beyond what any ordinary person could fathom. To build a good relationship with Qin Fan, or even to curry his favor, Li Yicheng had to take this gamble, even if it meant risking mutual destruction.

Qin Fan didn’t press him for an answer.

Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds.

After nineteen seconds of silence, Li Yicheng’s voice finally came through. “Don’t worry, Mr. Qin. I guarantee the mission will be completed!”

“Thanks.”

With those two words, Qin Fan ended the call.

For most people, death isn’t the scariest thing. What’s truly terrifying is living with nothing.

The moment this beast laid his hands on Tie Niu’s sister, his fate was sealed!

However, this was only the beginning.

Wen Congshu’s nightmare had just begun!

“You son of a bitch! Fuck you!”

Just then, the elevator doors opened. The man who stepped out was Tie Niu, and the moment he saw Wen Congshu, his face contorted into a mask of boundless, savage fury.

He charged forward with great strides!

Qin Fan didn’t stop him, allowing Tie Niu’s foot to swing viciously into Wen Congshu.

BOOM!

A single kick, filled with all of Tie Niu’s hatred, sent Wen Congshu flying several meters until he slammed heavily into a large pillar in the center of the lobby.

He sprayed another mouthful of blood, but this time, Wen Congshu didn’t scream.

His eyes were completely vacant; it was his only expression now. This look had persisted ever since Qin Fan made that phone call.

As a Macau native, who didn’t know of Li Yicheng, the Second Master Li? That simple phrase, “I want him to lose everything,” followed by a “Thanks,” had invisibly annihilated everything Wen Congshu had struggled to build over so many years.

“Instructor, this—!” Watching Tie Niu charge at the collapsed Wen Congshu again, a soldier instinctively looked toward Qin Fan.

“Let him be. Let him make his own choice,” Qin Fan said, waving a hand dismissively. After saying that, he turned his head and snorted at Guo Wenhai.

“So you’re the City God, huh? It’s your turn. I’ll give you a chance to speak. Say whatever you want.”

“No, I know the Liao Family’s Crown Prince! I know him!” Guo Wenhai stammered in a panic, facing Qin Fan’s furious ridicule.

He knew these men couldn’t possibly be unaware of the Northwest Liao Family. At this point, all his hopes were pinned on the young man he often called Master Liao.

“The Northwest Liao Family?” Qin Fan’s lips curled into a taunting smile.

“Yes, yes, the Northwest Liao Family!” Guo Wenhai repeated urgently, as if clutching a life-saving straw.

Without responding to him, Qin Fan said coldly, “Since you claim he’s got your back, fine. Call him. Tell him to come over.”

He’d thought Qin Fan would back down out of respect for the Liao Family’s influence, but he never expected this response. Guo Wenhai was stunned into silence.

“Not calling? Fine, tie him up for me!” Qin Fan ordered, his brow furrowed as he looked at the dumbstruck Guo Wenhai.

“Yes, Instructor!” several soldiers replied instantly.

Their actions today had already gone far beyond the rules. But for Tie Niu, for his sister, and because of Qin Fan’s magnetic personality, they no longer cared.

“No, no, no, I’ll call! I’ll call!” Guo Wenhai yelped, jolted back to his senses at the threat of being tied up.

As Guo Wenhai took out his phone, Qin Fan raised a hand to stop the two soldiers. “Let him drag the Liao Family into this,” he said. “I still haven’t fully vented my anger from three days ago.”

The two soldiers acknowledged his order and stepped back.

However, hearing Qin Fan’s blatant declaration, Guo Wenhai’s heart lurched with a sudden panic.

Drag the Liao Family into this? I still haven’t fully vented my anger from three days ago? With a tone like that… could this damn brat have some history with the Liao Family?

For a moment, Guo Wenhai wanted to hang up the call before it connected, but it was already too late.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a casual voice came through the line. “Old Guo, what’s up?”

“Ma-Master Liao!” Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Guo Wenhai cried out in terror.

“Trouble?” the third-generation heir of the Liao Family asked, his voice instantly turning grave upon hearing Guo Wenhai’s unnatural tone.

“Master Liao, there’s trouble!” Guo Wenhai said, his voice a trembling whisper.

“Speak!”

“Master Liao, the Jun De Grand Hotel has been raided! It looks like military men. My entire team is dead! And Mr. Wen from Macau is being tortured by them!” He fought back the terror within him. The fact that he still dared to speak this way in front of Qin Fan proved that Guo, the City God of Ningchuan, truly had some grit.

“Did you mention my name?” the Liao heir asked.

“I did! I said I was your man, but it was no use! Their leader is ruthless and told me to call you over!” Guo Wenhai said, his voice quavering with guilt.

“No use? Haha! The absolute audacity! Fine, tell them to wait. I’m on my way!” As he finished speaking, the line went dead, and Guo Wenhai’s phone beeped with the disconnect tone.

「At the same time.」

The phone in Qin Fan’s pocket began to ring. He glanced at the unsaved number but seemed to recognize it anyway. He answered, “Old Han?”

“Instructor Qin, it’s me, Han Rongguang! Instructor, my subordinates told me you led a team out of the military base. What’s going on?” Han Rongguang’s anxious voice came through.

“It’s nothing. A family member of one of my men ran into trouble. I brought the team out to get him some justice. By the way, Old Han, since you called at such a perfect time, I’ll put on a grand show for you. Call up that fellow with the surname Liao and come to the Jun De Grand Hotel in Ningchuan City,” Qin Fan said.

Han Rongguang was completely dumbfounded.

Bringing a team into Ningchuan City to get justice for a soldier’s family? What in the world is happening? And ‘that fellow with the surname Liao’… is he talking about Liao Yuan? What does he have to do with this?

Utterly bewildered, Han Rongguang couldn’t make heads or tails of it. But he knew from Qin Fan’s tone that he had to go in person to understand the situation. No longer hesitating, he said, “Alright, I’ll call Elder Liao and we’ll head over together.”

“Mm,” Qin Fan grunted in acknowledgment.

As Qin Fan hung up the call, Tie Niu left the bruised and twitching Wen Congshu on the floor and walked back over.

“Instructor!”

“What is it?” Qin Fan asked.

The other soldiers assumed that Tie Niu, having vented his rage, would now adhere to the rules and let the matter drop. Just then, however, his face, still twisted with ferocity, trembled as he said, “Instructor, I don’t want him to have such an easy death!”

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