A black Audi A6 was parked at the entrance of First Mansion, its premium driver's seat reclined comfortably. Qin Fei leaned back with an air of casual arrogance, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
He glanced at his watch impatiently. "It's been twenty minutes. Why hasn't Xiong Wei sent the video yet?"
Just then, a screech of brakes cut through the air. Qin Fei turned to see two figures rushing out of a car.
"Yang Chen? What's he doing here?"
For a moment, surprise flickered across his face, but it quickly gave way to smug amusement. "What's a useless loser like him going to do? This is Xiong Wei's territory—no one dares to cause trouble here."
His phone rang abruptly. Seeing it was the Qin family patriarch, Qin Fei answered with a chuckle. "Grandfather, don't worry. The video will be in my hands soon. Once Qin Yi sees it, she'll have no choice but to beg the Su family. Our crisis will be over."
The patriarch, already furious, froze. "Video? What video?"
Realizing his slip, Qin Fei hesitated—but then remembered how, five years ago, a similar scheme had secured the Qin family's control over Sanhe Group, with the patriarch's help in covering it up.
He smirked. "Grandfather, this mess is all Qin Yi's fault. I handed her over to Xiong Wei at First Mansion. Once we have the compromising footage, she'll obey. I'll have it done by midnight."
"You vile little—!" The patriarch roared. "You'd let an outsider defile your own cousin? Are you even human? Get back here now! And don't let Yang Chen see you!"
Despite his rage, the patriarch still saw Qin Fei as the Qin family's sole heir. No matter the sin, blood was blood.
Qin Fei scoffed. "Relax, Grandfather. Yang Chen's a nobody. Even if he knew, what could he do? I just saw him charge into First Mansion—he's probably half-dead by now. I'll go enjoy the show."
He hung up, ignoring the patriarch's frantic follow-up calls.
Back at the Qin estate, the patriarch clenched his fists. "You fool… You're digging your own grave!"
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Inside First Mansion, Yang Chen and Ma Chao stormed through the doors.
A hostess stepped forward. "Gentlemen, may I—"
Her words died as Yang Chen's glacial gaze locked onto her. She felt like prey staring into the eyes of a predator.
"Where's Xiong Wei?" Yang Chen demanded.
The patriarch had briefed him during the drive. Their aggressive entrance had already drawn the attention of several enforcers.
The hostess stammered, "I—I don't know."
A hulking man approached, flanked by eight lackeys. "You looking for trouble, punk?"
Yang Chen's voice turned arctic. "Where's the woman Xiong Wei brought here?"
The man's slight hesitation was all the confirmation Yang Chen needed.
*Whoosh!*
Ma Chao moved like a phantom. In a blink, he gripped the man's throat and lifted his 180-pound frame off the ground.
The lackeys paled.
"Answer him," Ma Chao growled, tightening his grip. The man choked, legs kicking uselessly. His men were too terrified to intervene.
*Thud. Thud. Thud.*
Yang Chen's footsteps echoed like a death knell.
*Crash!*
Ma Chao hurled the man into a marble pillar.
"Now," Yang Chen said, looming over him, "take us to Xiong Wei."
Trembling, the man scrambled up. "T-this way."
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Qin Fei entered the lobby, expecting to find Yang Chen beaten to a pulp. Instead, he saw only shell-shocked staff.
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In the penthouse suite, Qin Yi lay unconscious on a king-sized bed, clad in a silk nightgown. A camera stood ready nearby.
Xiong Wei, clad only in boxers, leered at her. "Qin Fei really delivered a prize."
He lunged—
*BOOM!*
The reinforced door exploded off its hinges.
Xiong Wei froze mid-lunge. "The hell—?!"
Yang Chen's gaze swept the room. Qin Yi was untouched.
"You haven't harmed her. That's your luck," Yang Chen said softly.
Xiong Wei wrapped a towel around his waist, eyes murderous. "You dare ruin my fun? I'll make you regret being born."
He snapped his fingers. A dozen armed men flooded in.
"Since you're young and stupid," Xiong Wei sneered, "I'll be generous. Break your own arms, and I'll let you leave alive."
Yang Chen smiled. "Ma Chao. Break *all* their arms."
"Understood."
*Crack! Crack!*
A man screamed as his arms snapped like twigs.
Xiong Wei's cigar fell from his lips.
Ma Chao moved like lightning. Every *snap* of bone was punctuated by agonized shrieks. In seconds, all twelve men writhed on the floor, arms useless.
Xiong Wei's legs gave out.
"Xiong Wei!" Qin Fei's voice called from the hallway. "Is the video ready—?"
He stumbled in—and collapsed at the sight before him.