Chapter 67: Chapter 0067: Giving You Another Chance_1
“Don’t even think about me telling you,” Zhao Jun replied through gritted teeth.

“Heh, quite stubborn, aren’t you? But let’s see if it’s your mouth or your fingers that are tougher,” Ye Xiong turned to Wang Tong and said, “Take Aunt Wang and the others upstairs, what’s about to happen next might cause discomfort.”

Wang Tong nodded and led Aunt Wang, Du Yuehua, and Xiao Mei up to the second floor.

Wang Shu was about to follow them when Ye Xiong shouted, “Stop right there, I’ll settle my score with you slowly.”

Once Wang Tong and the others were upstairs, Ye Xiong suddenly bent one of Zhao Jun’s fingers back towards his hand.

Instantly, a scream like that of a slaughtering pig pierced the air.

“It was Young Master Dong, He Haodong sent me here, please, I beg you, stop torturing me,” Zhao Jun covered his broken finger, rolling desperately on the ground as tears and snot flowed together.

“You can’t handle just one finger being broken, pathetic,” Ye Xiong walked over, took the mobile phone out of his pocket, and coldly said, “Call He Haodong.”

Zhao Jun reached out his hand, shaking, and dialed the number, after a moment, the call connected.

Ye Xiong took the phone and spoke indifferently, “He Haodong, unfortunately, you have crossed my line again. It seems you have not taken my words to heart.”

On the other end of the phone, there was a long silence before He Haodong’s voice finally came through.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Playing dumb, huh?” Ye Xiong laughed coldly and suddenly broke Zhao Jun’s second finger, causing another agonizing scream to fill the room. “You hear that noise? Sooner or later, it will come from your own mouth.”

Having said that, he smashed the phone on the ground and then roared furiously, “Everyone out of here!”

A gang of hoodlums, wailing, scrambled and fled out in a hurry.

Wang Shu stood in front of Ye Xiong, trembling all over, and stammered, “I’m sorry, I had no choice; it was Zhao Jun who had dirt on me, he threatened me into doing this.”

“What dirt does he have on you?” Ye Xiong asked.

“He… he took ***** pictures of me and blackmailed me with them. If I didn’t obey his commands, he would post them online and ruin my reputation.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Wang Shu’s eyes darted around.

Slap!

A hand fiercely struck the table, and Ye Xiong roared angrily, “What are you lying about now? Do you want me to get tough with you?”

The slap startled Wang Shu, who jumped up and cowered into a corner, too afraid to speak again.

“I’ll give you one more chance. If you don’t come clean with me now, I won’t consider you Wang Tong’s sister anymore.”

Ye Xiong’s shout sent Wang Shu into total collapse, and suddenly she threw herself to the ground, crying out loud, “Ye Xiong, I know you are capable, I beg you to help me, I don’t want to go to jail, I committed a murder.”

“What?” a voice exclaimed from the staircase.

Wang Tong burst down the stairs, asking excitedly, “Sis, what did you just say? You killed someone?”

Wang Shu burst into tears, her nose and eyes streaming with makeup smeared over her previously decent face; she now looked like a ghost.

“Brother Xiong, please save me, I don’t want to go to jail, I don’t want to be executed,” Wang Shu pleaded with Ye Xiong, then turned to Wang Tong, urgently saying, “Little brother, please beg Brother Xiong for me. He has the means; he can surely save me.”

“Tell me everything exactly as it happened,” Ye Xiong ordered with an icy face.

Wang Shu sobbed as she recounted the whole story. After she finished, Ye Xiong’s brow furrowed, and after a long pause, he said, “If I’m not mistaken, you didn’t kill anyone at all.”

“But I did stab him with a knife.”

“If Zhao Jun could blackmail you into poisoning me, he could just as well dig you a hole that you blindly fell into,” Ye Xiong finished speaking and suddenly stood up, striding toward the outside.

“Brother Xiong, where are you going?”

“Asking for the truth.”

Zhao Jun’s hands and feet were crippled by Ye Xiong just now. He couldn’t have moved that quickly. Given his fear of death, asking him a question should have been easy.

An hour later, Ye Xiong returned.

Wang Tong hurried over and asked, “Brother Xiong, how did it go?”

“The man’s dead,” Ye Xiong replied.

Wang Shu’s legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

Ye Xiong cast her a contemptuous look before continuing, “It wasn’t you who killed him—it was Zhao Jun. The guy was originally hired by Zhao Jun to play a role. After the mission was completed, during the disposal of the so-called corpse, Zhao Jun killed him.”

Hearing this, Wang Shu cried tears of joy, but still asked with some uncertainty, “Zhao Jun, did he tell you the truth?”

“I have a hundred ways to make him wish he were dead,” Ye Xiong said with a cold look on his face, glaring fiercely at Wang Shu before continuing, “I’ve already informed the police. You should cooperate with their investigation. I hope you’ll reform and not let yourself be used again. This is the last time I’m helping you.”

“Thank you, Brother Xiong. I’ll definitely become a better person and never let myself be used again,” Wang Shu quickly replied.

What was supposed to be a wonderful fling had gone to waste, and Ye Xiong felt particularly frustrated.

He checked the time; it was already past eight o’clock at night. It was too late to go watch the movie now.

Du Yuehua was probably quite shaken by the night’s events and wouldn’t be in the mood.

On the ride back, Ye Xiong noticed that Du Yuehua was silent the whole time. Thinking she was frightened, he said, “Sister Hua, sorry for the fright tonight.”

“I’m used to such scenes,” Du Yuehua said casually.

During the times when He Haodong tried to bring down Mingyang International Hotel, occasionally inviting some petty hooligans or members of the XiBei Guild to cause trouble, she saw such scenes enough to not be bothered by them.

The reason she screamed earlier was out of fear for Ye Xiong’s safety, but seeing him fight valiantly, she no longer had to worry.

“Since you’re not affected, then should we complete what we couldn’t finish earlier?” Ye Xiong asked mischievously, with a chuckle.

“Who would finish things with you? Go finish it yourself,” Du Yuehua snapped back, her face flushed.

Her appearance made Ye Xiong believe he still had a chance that night, and he grew excited.

As the car passed by a pharmacy on the side of the road, Ye Xiong noticed it and stopped the car, saying, “Sister Hua, wait for me a moment. I need to buy something.”

“What are you buying?” Du Yuehua asked curiously.

Of course, it was condoms he was going to buy, something Ye Xiong definitely wouldn’t tell her.

Walking into the pharmacy and seeing the dazzling array of condoms, Ye Xiong didn’t know which to choose at first, but in the end, he picked the most expensive box and bought it.

A common Huaxia mindset: the most expensive is the best.

Back in the car, Ye Xiong found himself feeling a little excited. He had tried twice with Sister Hua before, but both attempts failed midway. Thinking of finally enjoying Sister Hua’s mature and alluring body that night, how could he not be thrilled?

Du Yuehua seemed to sense something and kept looking out the window, not daring to meet Ye Xiong’s eyes.

From the side of her face, one could see a blush that was beyond beautiful and captivating.

The car stopped once again outside Du Yuehua’s villa.

The same time, the same place—the difference was that last time, Yang Xinyi’s call interrupted them, so this time before coming, he had turned off his phone.

There shouldn’t be any interruptions, right?

“Sister Hua, I’m a bit thirsty. How about inviting me in for a cup of tea?” As Ye Xiong pulled over the car, he asked.

Du Yuehua’s body trembled.