Chapter 64: Come On, Humiliate Me with Money!

Wang Hu felt an unbearable fire burning hotter and hotter within him. Though fear still managed to suppress it, the man before him—always smiling as he resolved every problem Wang Hu threw his way—seemed unfathomable. In Wang Hu's eyes, such a person, once thoroughly offended, would render his so-called "mutual destruction" nothing but a joke. He had access to money through Chen Aijia, protection likely from a mysterious unit, and was himself an exceptionally skilled expert. How could anyone cope with such a man?

Wang Hu rubbed his aching head, sensing his blood beginning to boil. Ma Siwei, terrified, edged closer to Yang Changfeng. This man despised those in the entertainment industry; perhaps he thought she was dirty, but that made him somewhat reliable. If he were to leave her behind, she could easily imagine what would happen next. She had expected at least to be coerced for a while, waiting days before any concrete indication. But Wang Hu, so brazen, dared to drug her to hasten his "success," clearly disregarding the influence of a young starlet.

Wasn’t Jiangzhou’s underworld supposed to be cultured and civilized? How had it become so brutish?

"Mutual destruction? You think you’re worthy?" Yang Changfeng sneered, disassembling the pistol and tossing it on the table, then peeled off two transparent gloves from his hands, his smile cold. "If you hadn’t provoked me today, you’d have had a chance to avoid tomorrow’s beating. Since you want to use a celebrity to drive a wedge between me and Chen Aijia, then you leave me with no choice. I’ll make sure everyone in the group knows by tomorrow that Wang Hu is finished—investigate as needed, no need to fear he’ll rise again."

Wang Hu shuddered, memories of those five experts flashing through his mind. The doctor had said the least injured among them would take more than a year to walk again; the worst would never regain normal strength. Yang's methods left no mercy—he struck to kill.

Wang Hu pressed his hands against the table, his gaze lingering on Ma Siwei far longer than on Yang Changfeng. For those accustomed to "socializing," the effects of an aphrodisiac were even harder to resist.

Ma Siwei was petrified; she shouldn’t have come today. Now, faced with a sharp-tongued man and another reckless one, if Yang didn’t take her with him, with so many people downstairs, she’d be utterly ruined.

Yang Changfeng’s “gloves” were actually a special product homemade by a commando—a cosmetic mixture applied to the skin that formed a thin membrane after a breeze. Common cosmetic ingredients, effortlessly crafted by someone of his caliber. Otherwise, those two black-market pistols would have his fingerprints all over them—a death sentence.

This was domestic territory. As a former national guardian, Yang Changfeng knew well the consequences of being framed; he wasn’t foolish enough to risk it. Wang Hu’s vision was too narrow. Did he not notice Yang Changfeng, a man who’d use laundry detergent for shampoo if needed, had applied something to his hands today, like hand cream? Wasn’t that suspicious?

Choosing an opponent wisely was crucial. Wang Hu now deeply regretted provoking Yang. He felt hunted by a mad dog, yet the prize before him seemed just within reach. He hesitated—should he endure a few more days, get what he wanted, then solve the problem once and for all?

Yang absolutely couldn’t be left alive. If he remained, Wang Hu would lose all face in Jiangzhou’s underworld.

Yang Changfeng paid no heed to Wang Hu’s thoughts; tomorrow, he’d beat him regardless. Such people needed regular thrashings to force them to reveal their true colors and lay their cards on the table.

Leaving his chair, Yang Changfeng said coolly, "I’m someone who meddles. I’ll take those two women away. I warn you: if you disregard the lives of others, I will have no choice but to root out the problem completely!"

Wang Hu's body trembled, staring at Yang Changfeng in disbelief, his eyes red—mostly from rage, partly from fever.

Yang Changfeng's voice was chilling. "You know my methods. There’s nothing I set my mind to that I can’t accomplish. In fact, if I find your wife and child, your enemies will handle what I find inconvenient. Don’t cling to false hopes. If I get serious, even I’m afraid of myself."

Ma Siwei was genuinely shaken now. Did he mean he wouldn’t spare Wang Hu’s family? What was he planning—murder?

Yang Changfeng glanced at Ma Siwei, his tone mocking. "As for her..."

"I..." Ma Siwei hurried to offer terms. She had no choice; staying here meant destruction. She didn’t want her innocence jeopardized. Though Yang seemed fierce, he was taking those two from the station as well; perhaps he still had a shred of conscience... right?

But suddenly she realized—if she discussed money with Yang Changfeng, it might anger him even more. This rising star of the underworld would surely see it as an insult.

Yet besides money, she felt she had nothing else to offer. Her body—she wasn’t willing, and even if she were, Yang, who despised female celebrities, probably wouldn’t accept.

Yang Changfeng asked curiously, "What is it?"

"If Mr. Yang doesn’t mind hearing it, I... I can pay you," Ma Siwei said through gritted teeth, her heart pounding as if it would explode from her chest. She hadn’t been this nervous even when she landed her first lead role.

Yang Changfeng's eyes brightened. Of course—celebrities had money. Paying for help, what could be better? Did she think she was insulting him?

Nonsense! Insult away, bury me in money—just don’t mention millions. I’m not that greedy, but surely tens of thousands would suffice? Come, hurry and insult me—let money shame me to death!

The light in Yang Changfeng’s eyes made Ma Siwei’s jaw drop to her chest, but she wondered strangely, "What does he mean? Is he unhappy? Angry? Why does he look so pleased?"

Yes, on closer inspection, he truly was delighted.

Money would do, then?

Ma Siwei finally felt contempt rise in her heart. See, he’s just a common man—money moves him. But loving money was good; if he didn’t, today would truly be hopeless, and her life would be ruined here forever.