Chapter 30: Settling Accounts

“Do you still dare to bite your uncle?” Zhao Qinglong raised his fist, as large as a sandbag, and landed another brutal punch to Bai Qingyao’s abdomen.

“Ah—!” Bai Qingyao screamed in agony once more, her face as pale as paper, so wracked with pain that she could not utter a single word.

Yet Zhao Qinglong showed no intention of stopping. Bai Qingyao’s cries only seemed to inflame his excitement.

“Cry, will you?” he sneered. “Let’s hear you scream louder!”

With those words, Zhao Qinglong drove his foot mercilessly toward Bai Qingyao’s delicate lower body.

“Ahhh!” Bai Qingyao’s scream was even more piercing, and at last, unable to bear the pain, she lost consciousness.

She collapsed onto her side on the sofa, her flimsy slip dress slipping up her thighs as her limp body lost all restraint...

Zhao Qinglong stared, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Just a little more—if the dress slid up just a bit further, he would lay eyes on the forbidden paradise itself...

But just as his hand reached out to lift Bai Qingyao’s skirt, a thunderous voice suddenly rang out:

“Stop!”

“Touch my Aunt Yao again, and you’re dead!”

Everyone turned at the sound. When had this striking young man arrived? Standing at the doorway was Zeng Xiaofan, tall and proud.

Zeng Xiaofan’s gaze fell upon his Aunt Yao, unconscious and trembling in pain on the sofa, her shapely figure rendered even more alluring by her distress. He glanced at Uncle Changgui, writhing in agony on the floor, and rage surged through him like wildfire.

“Zhao!” He spoke each word with deliberate fury. “Qing! Long!”

Zhao Qinglong cracked a crooked smile. “Hey, Grandpa’s here! What’s the matter? Need Grandpa’s help, my good little grandson? Grandpa’s busy right now, about to take care of your Aunt Yao. Such an unruly child you are. Can’t it wait until Grandpa’s finished?”

Amid his crude laughter, Zhao Qinglong brandished the pistol in his hand, aiming it at Zeng Xiaofan, his confidence growing ever more brazen.

The other thugs joined in with mocking laughter, their eyes full of scorn for Zeng Xiaofan.

Zeng Xiaofan forced down his fury, his words measured and cold. “Didn’t I tell you? I’ll repay your money.”

“Why—why did you still lay hands on my Aunt Yao and Uncle Changgui?”

Zhao Qinglong curled his lip in disdain. “Still pretending? You think I don’t know your little trick? Just trying to buy time, aren’t you? One hundred thousand yuan—if you could pay that, I’d eat my own shoes. Who do you think you’re fooling? You’re just a penniless wretch, thinking you can stall until we let you off. Don’t try that with me!”

He scoffed. “You’re not clever enough to play me. Don’t think you can muddle your way out of this. If you’re so tough, pay up right now! You pay, I’ll let them go. Go on then—let’s see you pay!”

Zeng Xiaofan nodded slowly. “Fine. One hundred thousand? I’ll pay you. Send me your account number.”

Zhao Qinglong blinked in surprise, then burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Did you hear that, boys? He says he’ll pay me a hundred thousand! Hilarious! Still putting on a show at a time like this. Where’s a guy as broke as you going to find that kind of money?”

“You think I’d believe you? Well, I’ll send you the account number—let’s see you transfer the money. If you can, I’ll stand on my head and crap for you!”

The room erupted in raucous laughter, the men’s eyes glinting with ever more derision.

Zhao Qinglong pulled out his phone and sent over the account number, then stalked back toward Bai Qingyao, grinning wickedly. “Well, boy, since you can’t pay, don’t blame me. Tonight, your Aunt Yao will pay with her body—that’s a fact. Such a fair bottom, such a tender little beauty—ah, she’s as ethereal as a fairy... What’s the matter? Going to stand there and watch us ravage your aunt? Or do you want to sneak in for a turn after we’re done?”

The men’s laughter grew even more lewd and vile.

Just then, Zhao Qinglong’s phone chimed. A notification sounded: “One hundred thousand yuan has been deposited to your account. Transfer from: Zeng Xiaofan...”

The moment the announcement rang out, everyone was stunned.

“What... what? A hundred thousand deposited?”

“Is this for real?” Zhao Qinglong stared in disbelief at his phone, opening the message to check. He confirmed again and again—Zeng Xiaofan had really transferred the hundred thousand.

“What... what’s going on?” he stammered. “Impossible... How could a broke loser like you come up with a hundred thousand? You shouldn’t have it... I was so sure you didn’t, that’s why I came tonight to deal with this wench...”

He gazed at the message on his phone, his face locked in disbelief. The others looked at each other, lost for what to do.

Zeng Xiaofan walked slowly toward Zhao Qinglong, his eyes as cold as blades. “It’s done. The debt between you and my Uncle Changgui is settled. Now, it’s time for me to settle things with you.”

As he finished speaking, Zeng Xiaofan suddenly swung his right leg back, assuming the posture of a scorpion’s tail. In the next instant, with the power of a ferocious football strike, he launched a devastating kick straight at Zhao Qinglong’s groin.

“Aaaargh!” Zhao Qinglong’s scream rang out, almost in unison with the sickening sound of something rupturing.

With a thunderous thud, Zhao Qinglong was sent flying three meters into the air before crashing heavily to the floor, his face twisted in agony. “Ah! My family jewels! My family jewels! Damn you! You... you’ve ruined me!”

His screeching was wild and desperate. Wracked with pain, he grabbed the pistol from the floor and aimed it at Zeng Xiaofan’s head.

The crowd erupted in chaos. None of the thugs had expected things to go so far—they’d only come to rough up Zeng Xiaofan and amuse themselves with Bai Qingyao. None had intended for blood to be spilled. But now, with Zhao Qinglong crippled and crazed, anything could happen.

Everyone was certain he would shoot Zeng Xiaofan dead.

Zhao Qinglong pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot echoed through the room, plunging the scene into instant silence.

But Zeng Xiaofan stood tall and unmoved.

In the split second Zhao Qinglong fired, Zeng Xiaofan had lashed out, bending the barrel of the gun downward, redirecting it to Zhao Qinglong’s own groin.

The bullet tore forth, utterly destroying what remained of Zhao Qinglong’s manhood.