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

……

Eight o'clock in the morning, at Banshan Yundi.

As dawn broke through the thin mist, it bathed Villa No. 7 in a soft golden glow.

There was no gunpowder smoke in the living room, only the faint aroma of medicine.

On the long rosewood table, thirty-six white porcelain dishes were neatly arranged.

Red saffron, white angelica, black aconite...

"Did you remember?"

Qin Feng held a brown-rooted herb in his hand, gently tracing the patterns on it with his fingertips.

"This is called Nine-Leaf Paris, also known as Seven-Leaf Paris. Although it is slightly poisonous, it is a key auxiliary medicine for using poison to fight poison and removing the deep-seated Gu poison from your face."

Su Qingxue sat on a small stool next to her, holding a palm-leaf fan in her hand, carefully watching the small red clay stove.

Hearing Qin Feng's question, she nodded quickly, her eyes sparkling: "I remember! It's used to draw out the cold energy of the 'Frosty Pool Essence.' If you use too little, the medicinal effect... won't be able to penetrate into the bones."

"clever."

Qin Feng casually tossed the medicinal herbs into the mortar and pestle, making a crisp "crack" sound.

Su Qingxue looked at Qin Feng's focused profile, the morning light shining on his nose, making him look like a celestial being from a painting.

Who would have thought that these very hands, now grinding medicinal powder, had crushed the bones of six top assassins in an instant last night?

"Brother Feng..." Su Qingxue called softly.

"Um?"

"Should we... go out and hide for a while?" Su Qingxue was still a little uneasy, and she stopped fanning herself with her palm leaf fan. "The Su family will definitely not let this go."

Qin Feng continued his actions with a faint smile.

"Hide? Why hide?"

He picked up a clean gauze and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on Su Qingxue's forehead.

"Business is about reciprocity. They gave me a generous gift last night, and I'm a person who values ​​these things, so I had someone return the favor by giving Young Master Su a gift today."

A mocking glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

"Judging by the time, it should be signed for soon."

……

Special Needs ICU Ward, Municipal First Hospital.

This place, which was originally a sacred place for saving lives, has now been transformed into a torture chamber filled with malevolence.

On the pristine white wall hangs an LCD screen displaying Su Wenbin's heart rate data.

On the sterile trolley next to the hospital bed, where medicines should have been placed, there was instead a row of tools that made one's scalp crawl:

Boning knife, industrial salt, high-concentration alcohol, hand-cranked electric drill, and even a pair of rusty pliers.

"It's eight o'clock..."

Su Wenbin lay on the special care bed, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the clock on the wall.

With each tick of the second hand, the muscles in his face twitched.

The thrill of impending revenge was like a shot of high-purity stimulant, making him temporarily forget the phantom limb pain emanating from the amputation site.

"Why aren't we here yet? Huh?!"

Su Wenbin whirled around and roared at Uncle Gui, who was standing in the corner, "Didn't that old bastard say he shipped it last night? Even if the courier had to crawl, it should have arrived by now!"

Uncle Gui was dressed in a smart Tang suit, holding a white handkerchief in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He had been dialing Ling Xuzi's number since 4 a.m.

Shut down.

Then contact the single-line contact person on "Night Owl's" side.

The number is invalid.

This is very unusual.

"Young Master, something's wrong."

Uncle Gui stepped forward and lowered his voice, "It's too quiet at Half-Mountain Cloud Residence. Logically speaking, if a fight had really broken out, with such a large-scale operation, the police would have been in an uproar by now. But now... it's all calm."

"Calm down?"

Su Wenbin sneered, a blind glint in his eyes, "That's the master's skill! Don't you know what divine skill is? That's killing without a trace!"

"But……"

"Shut up!"

Su Wenbin grabbed the IV bottle beside him and smashed it hard at Uncle Gui.

"Snapped!"

The glass bottle shattered at Uncle Gui's feet, splashing the medicine onto his cloth shoes.

"Are you jealous of my success? Huh? I spent fifty million! Fifty million!"

Su Wenbin roared hysterically, "Fifty million for that little beast's two legs, how could we possibly fail?!"

Uncle Gui took a deep breath, bent down and patted the water stains off his trouser legs, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and then said nothing more.

Good advice is useless when it comes to a damned devil.

Just then.

"Thump, thump, thump."

There was a knock on the ward door.

The rhythm didn't sound like a doctor making rounds; it sounded more like the drumbeats of some kind of ritual.

Su Wenbin suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming with a wolfish green light: "They're here! They must be here!"

The door was pushed open.

Two bodyguards in black suits pushed in an extended medical trolley.

The cart was covered with a huge white cloth.

A long, narrow outline rose up under the white cloth; judging by its shape, it was clearly a person!

Qian Wanda followed behind the cart, sweating profusely, holding a crumpled handover form in his hand.

As soon as he entered the room, he glanced at Su Wenbin, who lay on the hospital bed like a mummy, and his eye twitched violently.

Good guy.

Is this the arrogant Young Master Su?

If you didn't see the nameplate, you would think it was an artifact unearthed in Egypt.

"Young Master Su..."

Qian Wanda cleared his throat, forcibly suppressing the smile on his lips, and put on a trembling expression. "I am Qian from Wanda Group."

"Mr. Qin... oh no, someone asked me to deliver an 'express package' to you."

Qian Wanda pointed to the cart, his tone subtle: "He said this is the 'treasure' you bought at a high price last night, and he insists that you inspect it yourself."

High price!

baby!

These two words struck Su Wenbin like a bolt from the blue.

Of course he knows what it is!

It must be that bastard Qin Feng!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Su Wenbin let out a burst of wild laughter, like a broken bellows, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"I knew it! I knew the master was reliable!"

He struggled to press the bed lift button, straightening his upper body and staring greedily at the white sheet.

It was as if one could already see through the white cloth the gruesome sight of Qin Feng's severed hands and feet, and Su Qingxue's terrified, pleading face.

"Get out! Doctors and nurses, get out of here!"

Su Wenbin waved his last remaining hand, yelling, "Clear the area! I'm starting the executions!"

The ward nurses, who were already trembling, were relieved and scrambled out of the room.

In the vast ICU, only the sound of rapid breathing and the ticking of the monitors could be heard.

"Uncle Ghost!"

Su Wenbin pointed at the cart, his fingers trembling. "Go! Lift it up for me! I want to see how this grasshopper can still jump around now!"

Uncle Gui stood there, hesitating for two seconds.

That intense sense of unease made his heart pound.

But seeing Su Wenbin's distorted face, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

If it's a corpse, then dispose of it.

If it's a living person, then finish them off with a fatal blow.

Uncle Gui took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed a corner of the white cloth, and suddenly exerted force with his wrist.

"Splash—!"

The white cloth spread out like clouds, drawing an arc in the air.

Su Wenbin's eyes widened, his face contorted, and his smile became ferocious.

however.

next second.

The ward fell completely silent.

There were no mangled corpses.

There were no living people who were bound.

On the cart, two wreaths made of white chrysanthemums and black ribbons were neatly arranged.

In the very center of the wreath, something was beautifully framed in a black and white picture frame.

That was a whisk.

A broken whisk with only half a handle left and the dust tip bald like a mangy dog's tail!

It was Ling Xuzi's "natal magic weapon".

On either side of the wreath hung a couplet handwritten by Qin Feng, the characters flowing and powerful.

First line: Last night's generous gift has been accepted with a smile; Young Master Su is magnanimous.

The second line reads: "Today's return gift expresses my feelings; this is definitely worthwhile."

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"..."

Su Wenbin's smile froze.

His gaze lingered between the wreaths, the tattered whisk, and the elegiac couplets.

My mind went completely blank.

Fifty million……

Grandmaster?

A natal magic weapon?

Is this what they call "divine intervention"?!

Is this what they mean by "favorably fulfilling one's mission"?!

This isn't shipping goods; it's practically rubbing Su Wenbin's intelligence in the dirt, then spitting on him and stomping on him!

"puff--!!!"

A surge of blood rushed straight to the top of his head.

Su Wenbin opened his mouth wide, and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out, directly staining the ironic elegy crimson.

"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"

The monitor emitted a piercing red alarm.

Blood pressure: 220/160.

Heart rate: 180.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

His blood pressure spiked due to anger, and the stitches on his newly stitched thigh amputation site snapped one by one.

Blood stained the gauze, dripping down the edge of the bed and pooling on the floor.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Su Wenbin let out a scream that was not human, but the wail of a wild beast on its deathbed.

"Qin Feng! Ling Xuzi! You...you've tricked me! You've tricked me!!"

"My money! My leg!!"

He flailed his arms wildly, trying to grab the wreath, wanting to tear it all to shreds.

But as soon as he moved, everything went black.

"Thump."

Su Wenbin fell heavily back onto the bed, his eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and his whole body convulsed violently.

She was so angry she fainted.

"Young Master!"

Uncle Gui's expression changed drastically, and he rushed over to press the call button.

The ward door was kicked open, and a large group of doctors and nurses rushed in pushing a defibrillator.

"Quick! Adrenaline!"

"The patient is in shock! Prepare for defibrillation!"

"The wound has ruptured and is bleeding heavily! Contact the blood bank!"

Chaos reigned.

Qian Wanda had already quietly retreated to the door the moment the white cloth was lifted.

Watching this farce unfold, he felt as if every pore on his body had opened up.

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

He almost lost his life because of these "childless walnuts," and now he's furious to see the culprit in this state.

I was even happier than if I had won the lottery.

"Young Master Su, please enjoy yourself. Master Qin's after-sales service comes with a lifetime warranty."

Qian Wanda muttered something under his breath.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, they slipped away and made a quick getaway.

……

Half an hour later.

At the end of the ICU corridor.

Uncle Gui stood by the window and lit a cigarette.

Even in the no-smoking zone, no one dared to bother him.

He looked through the glass at Su Wenbin, who was still undergoing emergency treatment in the ward, his eyes cold.

Su Wenbin is now completely finished.

Not only is his body ruined, but his mind is also damaged.

This kind of fool is no longer qualified to represent the Su family in the Southwest.

Uncle Gui took out his phone, pulled out the original SIM card, broke it, and threw it into the trash can. Then he replaced it with a black encrypted card.

I dialed a number from Yanjing.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

There was no sound from the other side, only steady breathing, carrying the imposing aura of a superior.

Uncle Gui took a deep breath and bent his back, a posture he had never shown before in front of Su Wenbin.

"Head butler."

"Young Master Wenbin has... failed this time."

"Qin Feng is an unfathomable man. I think this is no longer an ordinary feud between martial arts practitioners."

"This child has the potential to transform into a dragon."

"It seems we need to find someone who can truly control the Su family's operations in the Southwest."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came an aged yet undeniable voice.

"understood."

"The Second Miss will personally attend the auction three days from now."

beep.

The phone hangs up.

Uncle Gui's hand trembled slightly, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground.

Second Miss?

That Su family prodigy, known as the "Female Zhuge Liang of Yanjing," whose methods are a hundred times more ruthless than Su Wenbin's?

The sky over Sichuan.

Things are about to change.