Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 43 Greed may bring momentary pleasure, but it will send you to your crematorium.

This is not something that can be discussed in front of Xiao Shen. We are all business people, and if we fall out, it would be tantamount to ruining Xiao's business. If Xiao Shen blames her for it, she will be the one who suffers.

That blow was enough to overwhelm that pig; consider it revenge.

Even if Boss Zhang has a lot of power and influence in Baicheng, he still has to give Xiao Shen face.

Even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner; even if she is a woman who warms one's bed, he would still be somewhat wary of her.

Xiao Shen glanced at President Zhang, then looked at Nan Wu with a knowing glimpse of his shrewdness and profound insight.

"Yes, Miss Nan, it's fortunate that Mr. Zhang didn't hold it against you. If you do that again next time, no one will protect you!"

After saying that, Xiao Shen took a step and left, and a group of people followed him in a flurry.

Nanwu kicked the trash can next to her.

Oh shit!

Men are all the same, what do you mean by "she's like this"? Don't you even look at the kind of people you've befriended?

The hotel's entrance lights were blindingly bright, illuminating Xiao Shen's profile so clearly that not a single pore was visible. He gathered his hands together, tilted his head, and lit a cigarette.

With a gentle exhale, the wind dispersed the thick smoke, leaving no trace.

The driver brought the car over.

"Send Miss Nan back first!"

Nan Wu was taken aback and looked at him. "Why aren't you leaving?"

Xiao Shen took the cigarette butt off, pressed his cheek against hers, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "What's wrong? Can't you sleep tonight without me making you?"

Nan Wu turned and got into the car, feeling that she would be letting down her ancestors if she hesitated for even a second.

Xiao Shen chuckled, his chest heaving.

He enjoys watching women get frustrated and helpless, finding it amusing and relaxing.

Song Hao jumped out of another car and whispered in his ear, "Brother Shen, everything's ready!"

"Boss, that woman surnamed Nan has gone too far! She dared to lay a hand on our boss. She really doesn't know her place! We have to teach her a lesson!" the henchman suggested from the side.

Mr. Zhang, still groaning in pain while clutching his groin, forced himself to sit up upon hearing this, the muscles around his eyes twitching with rage. "Go, arrange a few brothers to give her a good beating!"

I agree.

A moment later, "Boss, we've arrived at the hospital. Please take your time!"

With his younger brother's help, Mr. Zhang, clutching his groin, groaned as he got out of the car.

Whether it's shameful or not is unimportant; what's truly devastating is if something bad happens to your precious possession.

"Wait a minute, boss, you forgot your phone in the car, I'll go get it!"

When the younger brother brought it over, the boss had disappeared...

An abandoned basement.

The person with the sack over their head was suddenly slammed to the ground.

"Damn it, do you know who I am? I am Zhang Ye, the so-called Emperor of Baicheng! If you offend me, you're not far from death. You'd better know what's good for you and let me go right now!"

"What are you yelling about? Ha! You call yourself an emperor? I'd rather be the Queen Mother of the West! Bah! You shameless bastard! How dare someone like you act like a big shot in Baicheng? Who gave you that right?" Song Hao grabbed the sack from his head and threw it in his face.

Mr. Zhang's face was slapped, and he became even more enraged, cursing even more fiercely, "Who the hell are you? I'll give you one more chance. Quickly kneel down and kowtow three times to me, or else I'll make you wish you were dead, believe it or not?"

pat!

In the darkness, a small flame ignited.

The man was tall and imposing, with a faint, flickering crimson mark on his fingertips, obscuring his face. A sense of oppression and the smell of tobacco permeated his entire being.

Mr. Zhang narrowed his eyes, then sneered, "Playing tricks, thinking I'm easy to scare? That's hilarious."

Song Hao felt a chill for him. "You asked for it yourself, don't blame me."

"Just now, who was it that begged for death?" The man stepped out of the shadows, approaching step by step, his leather shoes scraping against the ground with a hellish rhythm, as if everyone was being robbed of their breath. As the face gradually became clearer, Mr. Zhang's eyes and mouth widened simultaneously, "Fourth, Fourth, Fourth... Fourth Master, it's you!"

Xiao Shen hunched over in his chair, crossed his legs, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and toyed with a high-quality lighter in his palm.

Without uttering a word, the pressure was palpable for Mr. Zhang. Gone was his earlier arrogance; now he dared not even flinch, afraid of disturbing this esteemed man. He forced a smile and said, "Fourth Master, I... I don't think I've offended you, have I? But what are you doing?"

Xiao Shen raised his eyelids, causing everyone to panic. "Someone, help President Zhang recall this carefully!"

The bodyguards, one on each side, pressed Mr. Zhang's head forcefully into the bucket of water.

The water in the bucket was mixed with ice, and the biting cold crept up my scalp and spread all over my body.

"Well……"

No matter how much Mr. Zhang struggled, it was to no avail.

When he was about to collapse, he was pulled out of the water and then pushed back into the water. This was repeated several times before he was given a chance to catch his breath.

Xiao Shen casually smoked his cigarette, as if he were watching an interesting performance, but he wasn't really enjoying it.

His face, shrouded in smoke, was bloodthirsty and sinister, like a wolf waiting to devour its prey.

"Cough cough... I can't take it anymore, Fourth Master, Fourth Master, please spare me! I'll do anything for you, even be your slave! Didn't you also have your eye on that piece of land in the West District? I'll give it to you, it's all yours, all of it is yours!"

Mr. Zhang crawled on his knees in front of Xiao Shen, grabbing his trouser leg and pleading.

Song Hao kicked him three meters away, "Damn it, you're filthy, how dare you touch my Brother Shen?"

"Besides, the land in the West District was originally negotiated by my brother Shen. You used underhanded tactics to steal it, and you still have the nerve to say that?"

Despite the large bump on his head and the pain, Zhang Zong knelt down in front of Xiao Shen again, pleading pitifully, "Fourth Master, I really didn't! If I had known it was something you wanted, I wouldn't have dared to steal it from you even if you gave me ten orders!"

"Mr. Zhang is quite adaptable, it's just a pity..."

"Such a trivial matter is beneath our Brother Shen's notice, Mr. Zhang. Women may be wonderful, but you have to consider whose they are. Greed may bring momentary pleasure, but it will send you to your crematorium, understand?"

Song Hao grabbed President Zhang's hair and yanked it back sharply, nearly throwing up his back and bursting out laughing. "Holy crap! You were wearing a wig all along!"

Mr. Zhang was momentarily dazed, then began to tremble all over, crying out in regret, "Fourth Master, Fourth Master, I was wrong! It was that Miss Nan who seduced me! I didn't do anything! I told you the truth..."

Xiao Shen exhaled a smoke ring, his calm eyes churning with a turbulent undercurrent, making him exceptionally chilling. "You know what? What I hate most is someone like you who never admits anything!"

He stubbed out a cigarette on his shoulder and ground it down.

Stab it!

The sparks instantly burned a hole in the fabric, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of burning.

Mr. Zhang cried out in pain, but dared not resist or move.

Xiao Shen leaned down slightly and slapped his face a few times loudly. "Tell me, which hand touched her, her left hand?"

"I... Fourth Master..."

"Right hand?"

"Fourth Master, my wish is..."

Xiao Shen replied matter-of-factly, "Oh, so those are two hands?"

"Guards, chop off both of his hands!"

"No, Fourth Master, spare me! Fourth Master, spare me!" Boss Zhang shouted as he struggled and kicked his legs.

The bodyguards lifted him up and pressed his hands onto the table.

Song Hao kicked him and sneered, "Damn! You were so scared you peed your pants, what a coward!"

"Be quick!" Xiao Shen wiped his fingers clean one by one with a wet wipe. As he turned around, the bodyguard swiftly brought down his knife, and a ghostly howl echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

He ignored it, arriving and leaving gracefully, as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)