I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

Chuandu is a hall converted from an underground cold storage facility in the south of the city.

The air was filled with the smell of musty tobacco, the fishy smell of old frozen meat, and the rusty smell of fresh blood.

The dim, yellow chandelier swayed overhead, and people's shadows moved with it.

"Uncle Ghost! Uncle Ghost, spare me!"

Zhang Qiang was pinned down on a greasy cutting board by two burly thugs, his face covered in accumulated grime, tears and snot streaming down his face as he cried.

"I really didn't know that kid was so cunning! Two million... I didn't pocket that two million, I genuinely wanted to get things done!"

Across from the chopping board, an elderly man in his fifties sat in a grand chair.

He was holding a clean white handkerchief in his hand, slowly wiping a short-handled axe.

The axe blade gleamed, reflecting his expressionless face.

He is "Uncle Ghost," the Su family's representative in the Southwest underworld. True to his name, he is a ruthless man who devours people without spitting out the bones.

"work?"

Uncle Gui blew a breath onto the axe blade, his voice hoarse, "Two million, and you bought me a chamber pot? Zhang Qiang, are you burning the Su family's money like ghost money?"

"Give me another chance! I..."

"The Su family has a clear system of rewards and punishments."

Uncle Gui didn't waste any more words, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and flicked his wrist.

A cold glint flashed.

"Do!"

The axe blade pierced deep into the wood, making a dull thud on the hard cutting board.

"ah--!!!"

Zhang Qiang looked at his left hand; his little finger was severed at the base, and blood flowed down the control panel onto the ground.

The dozen or so black-clad henchmen standing around him were all expressionless, their breathing rates unchanged.

Uncle Gui threw down the axe and disgustedly wiped the bloodstains on the back of his hand with a handkerchief: "Stop the bleeding for him. Losing a finger won't stop him from working. If he messes up again next time, this axe will chop off his neck."

"Thank you... thank you, Uncle Gui... thank you, Uncle Gui..."

Zhang Qiang was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and his face was as pale as paper, but he still had to kneel on the ground and kowtow to express his gratitude.

This is the world of martial arts, where human life is as cheap as grass.

"Alright, stop wailing." Uncle Ghost kicked him.

"Connect the video; the young master wants to give a lecture."

A junior employee pushed over a projector and skillfully connected it to the signal.

Shila-

The blue screen flickered twice, then the image became clear.

It was a stark, almost blindingly white room.

Special Needs ICU Ward, Municipal First Hospital.

In the very center of the image is a sterile chamber.

Su Wenbin lay inside, his body covered with tubes of various colors, and the monitor emitted a monotonous, mechanical "beep-beep" sound.

His face was wrapped in thick gauze, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"waste……"

Su Wenbin's voice sounded like a bellows leaking air.

"Young Master." Uncle Gui stood up, bowed slightly to the screen, and looked respectful.

"You sent me... to spy on someone... and you hired this kind of thug?"

Su Wenbin turned his neck with difficulty, "This kind of trash...does he even deserve to work for the Su family?"

Zhang Qiang was trembling so badly he didn't dare lift his head.

"Young Master, please calm down." Uncle Gui said, head bowed. "That kid is a bit strange..."

"Shut up! That's because you're incompetent!" Su Wenbin suddenly became agitated, the heart rate numbers on the monitor skyrocketing. "I... I spent a fortune hiring 'Night Owl'! And Master Lingxuzi from Qingcheng Mountain!"

Compared to them, you're just a bunch of begging dogs!

Faced with this overwhelming humiliation, Uncle Gui clenched his handkerchief tightly, veins bulging.

But his face remained humble: "Yes, young master is right."

Su Wenbin enjoys the thrill of being able to crush people with money and power even when he is disabled.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.

"Just watch... Master Lingxuzi has already made his move. Tonight is Qin Feng's death day! I'll smash his bones to pieces and boil them into soup to feed the dogs!"

At this point, Su Wenbin suddenly remembered something, and his rotten mouth twisted into a grimace.

"Uncle Ghost".

"Three days later, at the underground black market auction in the western suburbs." Su Wenbin's eyes turned greedy. "We've received news from our master's family that a thousand-year-old peerless medicinal herb will be the grand finale."

"No matter the cost, I have to have this filmed! It's for my bones to heal! With it, I can stand up again!"

Uncle Gui sneered inwardly.

A thousand-year-old medicinal herb is given to a disabled person with both legs amputated to grow flesh?

It's such a waste.

But he dared not be negligent in his words: "Understood, the funds are ready. It's just... I heard that quite a few reclusive families will be sending people this time, so the competition may be fierce."

"Who dares to take what the Su family wants?" Su Wenbin sneered. "Anyone who raises a sign will have their hand chopped off!"

Just then, the satellite phone next to Su Wenbin's pillow suddenly vibrated.

Buzz—Buzz—

Su Wenbin shuddered, and his dead fish eyes suddenly shone with a frightening light.

"It's the master! The master must have succeeded!" He was so excited he almost ripped off the IV drip. "Quick! Nurse! Put this on speakerphone!"

A nurse in protective gear jogged over and nervously pressed the answer button.

"Hehehe..."

A chilling laugh came from the other end of the phone.

The voice was weak and somewhat hoarse, with the sound of howling wind in the background, suggesting that the person had just gone through a life-or-death battle.

"Young Master Su..."

"Master! What happened?!" Su Wenbin roared impatiently, "Where's that little beast?!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Ling Xuzi's weak voice.

"I have successfully completed my mission."

Just four words.

This made Su Wenbin burst into laughter.

"That kid Qin Feng does have some strange methods. I had to sacrifice thirty years of my cultivation and use my natal magic weapon to break his demon array."

Ling Xuzi coughed violently twice on the phone, "Cough cough... This kid has had his limbs crippled and his dantian shattered by me. Now he's lying at my feet like a dead dog."

"And that woman... she was caught too."

This series of "good news" excited Su Wenbin.

"Great! Great! Great!! Hahahaha!"

He laughed maniacally.

Because of the excessive movement, the wound at the thigh amputation site reopened, and blood stained the white gauze, but he felt no pain at all.

"I want to skin him alive! I want to have sex with that woman right in front of him! Master, bring him here quickly! Bring him to the hospital!"

On the other side of the screen, Uncle Gui's brows were furrowed.

Not right.

I just heard rumors this morning that auspicious purple clouds are coming from the east at Banshan Yundi, and there are even rumors that there was thunder and ice there last night, making quite a commotion.

If Qin Feng was really arrested, how come there wasn't a single word about it?

But seeing Su Wenbin in a frenzied state, he wisely chose to keep quiet.

If you pour cold water on him at this point, Su Wenbin might as well have his master chop him up first.

"Bringing it over is no problem..." Ling Xuzi's tone became somewhat troubled on the other end of the phone, "It's just that I destroyed my natal magic weapon for this battle, and even used up the century-old thunder talisman from Qingcheng Mountain. Moreover, transporting this 'human pig' requires special channels and bribing various parties..."

This is blatant extortion.

Moreover, they are treating people like fools and deceiving them.

At this very moment, Ling Xuzi was lying like a maggot in a stinking ditch in the northern suburbs, his bones broken and unable to move.

He was hoping to scam some money for his escape and medical treatment through this phone call.

But Su Wenbin, who was blinded by hatred and pleasure, had no intelligence left.

"Money? Money is nothing!"

Su Wenbin's eyes gleamed with fervor, his voice brimming with confidence: "How much do you want? Master, just name your price!"

"Fifty million." Ling Xuzi demanded an exorbitant price. "That's the price for getting these two into the ICU without anyone noticing."

"Here you go! Right now!"

Su Wenbin roared at Uncle Gui on the other side of the screen, "Did you hear me?! Transfer the money to the master! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

Uncle Gui's lips twitched slightly.

Fifty million?

You could buy ten lives, this is just shipping cost?

"Young Master, the working capital in the account is to be reserved for the auction..." Uncle Gui tried to salvage the situation.

"Get the auction money from home! Get this done first!" Su Wenbin's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "If you delay my revenge, I'll kill you first!"

"Yes……"

Uncle Gui took a deep breath, reluctantly took out his encrypted tablet, and started the transfer.

Two minutes later.

"bite."

The notification sound of a successful transfer was particularly crisp in the dull basement.

On the other end of the phone, Ling Xuzi, living in a stinky ditch, was so excited by the string of zeros that his phone showed a deposit that had been credited to his account that he almost fainted.

This money is too easy to make!

This young master of the Su family is practically a reincarnation of a money-spending genius!

"received."

Ling Xuzi suppressed his inner elation, his tone still that of a detached master, "Young Master Su is very generous. I will arrange for someone to be sent to your bedside immediately, at the latest tonight."

"Okay! I'll wait! I'll wait!"

Su Wenbin's face was flushed.

"Once the goods arrive, I'll give you another ten million!!!"