Chapter 73: Far Too Timid!

“Brothers, we’ve come to the wrong place, sorry about that!” Cheng Pi rolled down the window, offering a forced smile.

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to get out of the car,” Li Qilang sneered.

“Li… Li Qilang!” From the back seat, Cheng Quan’s face instantly drained of color when he saw the man approaching.

He hadn’t expected Li Qilang to be here as well. Could it be that Mo Han was truly a distinguished guest of the Li family?

Li Qilang saw Cheng Pi hesitating, so he slammed a steel pipe down on the window.

He’d recognized Cheng Quan’s car at first glance, and of course, he wasn’t about to let him leave. The men from the Green Dragon Society were obviously called in by Cheng Quan. Since Cheng Quan had delivered himself to their door, there was no way he’d get off easy.

Li Qilang’s strength was formidable. Though he’d only trained for two days, with Mo Han having opened up his meridians, his progress far surpassed that of others.

As the steel pipe struck, the rear window shattered instantly. Startled by the sudden noise, Cheng Quan, seated in the back, let out a shrill scream.

“What a pathetic coward,” Li Qilang mocked, seeing Cheng Quan screaming in fright inside the car.

Cheng Quan’s face was a mask of humiliation. His reaction had been purely instinctive, and now, ridiculed by Li Qilang, he wished he could just bash his own head in.

“Li Qilang, what the hell is your problem?” Cheng Quan shouted after drawing a deep breath.

“No problem at all. I just want you to understand that in all of Qian City, no one dares mess with our pharmaceutical factory,” Li Qilang replied with a mocking grin.

“Your pharmaceutical factory?” Cheng Quan’s eyes widened in disbelief at Li Qilang’s words. But when he noticed the security uniform Li Qilang wore, his jaw nearly dropped out of its sockets.

Li Qilang had actually come to work as a security guard at the factory! He was the only son of a provincial governor! Had he gone mad?

“You… You’re insane, working here as a guard. Aren’t you worried your ancestors will be so enraged they can’t stay in their coffins?” Cheng Quan stammered.

“None of your business. You should worry about how you’re going to get out of this mess,” Li Qilang retorted coldly.

“Hmph, I’d like to see what you can do to me.” Cheng Quan snorted, pushed open the opposite door, and got out.

“Move. Over there.” Li Qilang shoved Cheng Quan forward.

Cheng Pi had no choice but to get out and follow.

Meanwhile, Zuo Qinglong was on the phone, instructing his investment manager to sell off assets at a loss. He only had a little over twenty million in cash, still short thirty million; he had no choice but to liquidate his holdings to raise the rest.

After about half an hour, Zuo Qinglong finally scraped together fifty million and transferred it directly to Mo Han.

“You can go. Oh, and when you come looking for trouble next time, bring more people. A mere hundred or two is hardly worth mentioning,” Mo Han said with a wave after confirming the payment.

A demon!

He’s definitely a demon!

Zuo Qinglong cast a long, searching look at Jiang Li, then turned and left without another word. As for Cheng Quan, he hadn’t spared him a single glance from start to finish.

At this point, Mo Han finally turned to Cheng Quan.

“What are you planning to do?” Cheng Quan’s heart quaked, unable to meet Mo Han’s gaze.

That look from Mo Han was suffocating, overwhelming him with pressure.

Over a hundred and fifty members of the Green Dragon Society had been detained to work for free. Zuo Qinglong had to pay fifty million just to walk away. This was a demon in human form!

At that moment, Cheng Quan finally felt a twinge of regret. He shouldn’t have provoked Mo Han.

“Break both his arms and legs first,” Mo Han said coldly after glancing at Cheng Quan.

Before Xu Jing could move, Li Qilang was already advancing with the steel pipe.

“You… Li Qilang, I’ve never done anything to you! You can’t touch me!” Cheng Quan panicked.

Just two days ago, Mo Han had snapped his right arm without hesitation, so he had no doubt about Mo Han’s ruthlessness. Nor did he doubt that Li Qilang would break his limbs.

He started backing away, shouting, as Li Qilang suddenly raised the pipe for a strike. At that, Cheng Quan’s psychological defenses collapsed completely. He shrieked, crouched down, and clutched his head, howling in terror.

“Damn it, can’t you act like a man for once and stop being such a coward?” Li Qilang kicked Cheng Quan to the ground, his voice full of scorn.

He understood Mo Han’s intention: the goal wasn’t really to hurt Cheng Quan, but to break his spirit and then extort money from him.

It had to be said, Li Qilang had read Mo Han’s mind perfectly.

To Mo Han, Cheng Quan was nothing but an ant, one he could crush at any moment. Right now, he needed some cash. Since Cheng Quan had dared to enlist the underworld against him, he had to pay the price.

Cheng Quan burst into tears—deep, bitter tears. He never imagined he’d one day be reduced to such a sorry state.

He despised his own cowardice. In the past, just flashing his identity—letting people know he was Young Master Cheng Quan—was enough to keep anyone from crossing him. It had made him believe he was unstoppable.

But now, confronted with unending fear and facing someone far more formidable, he realized just how cowardly he truly was.

“Brother Han, this guy’s really pathetic. Do we really need to break all his limbs?” Li Qilang looked at Mo Han and asked deliberately.

“That depends on whether he wants to end up a cripple,” Mo Han replied.

“I don’t! I don’t want to be a cripple. How much do you want? I’ll pay!” Cheng Quan shouted desperately.

He remembered that Zuo Qinglong had only been allowed to leave after transferring fifty million to Mo Han. As long as his limbs were spared, money wasn’t an issue; the Cheng family had plenty.

“You’ve harassed me more than once. Only a hundred million can ease my resentment,” Mo Han said coolly.

“A hundred million?” Cheng Quan was stunned. That was no small sum.

He could scrape together ten million himself, but a hundred million? He’d need to ask his father for that.

“What, you think your arms and legs aren’t worth a hundred million? Then I’ll just break a few ribs. If that still isn’t enough, I’ll beat you until you lose control of your bowels and can no longer call yourself a man!” Li Qilang’s expression darkened as he brandished the steel pipe threateningly.

“They’re worth it! They’re worth it! I’ll have my father wire the money right away!” Cheng Quan dared not risk it, not for a second.

His psychological defenses had utterly collapsed; he couldn’t take any more risks.

“Cheng Pi, call my father immediately!” Cheng Quan barked at Cheng Pi beside him.

“Yes, young master!” Cheng Pi, terrified out of his wits, hurriedly pulled out his phone to contact the head of the Cheng family.

The call connected quickly.

“Sir, something’s wrong…” Cheng Pi had just begun when Mo Han snatched the phone from his hand.

“You must be Cheng Shu. Your son Cheng Quan is with me. If you want him to live, wire me a hundred million immediately. If the money isn’t here in ten minutes, I’ll break one of his hands,” Mo Han said.

“Who are you?” came the voice on the other end.

“You can ask your son in a moment.” With that, Mo Han tossed the phone to Cheng Quan.

“Dad! Dad, please save me!” Cheng Quan grabbed the phone and wailed.

“Where are you? What happened?” Cheng Shu asked.

“I’m at… Dad, don’t worry about that now. Just do as they say, or you’ll never see your son again!” Cheng Quan had intended to say he was at the pharmaceutical factory, but seeing Li Qilang raise the steel pipe, he quickly changed his mind.

Cheng Shu was silent for more than ten seconds before he spoke: “Put them on the phone.”

Mo Han answered, and Cheng Shu said, “Friend, I don’t know how my son offended you, but I hope you’ll keep your word. I can transfer the money now, and I won’t call the police. But if anything happens to my son, the Cheng family is not to be trifled with.”