He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

Sun Wei got up from the ground, half of her face swollen like a pig's head.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth down his chin onto his expensive suit.

He ignored Zhang Ling, who was stunned by the beating, and covered her face, looking at Bai Ziheng in disbelief.

"You bastard, you dare hit me?"

"I hit him, so what?" Bai Ziheng stubbed out his cigarette.

Sun Wei's voice changed: "I can make it impossible for you to make a living in this city with just one sentence—"

"Snapped!"

He slapped her again with his backhand. Sun Wei spun around twice like a top, then fell into the flower bed, her face covered in mud.

Zhang Ling screamed and tried to help, but was pushed away. "Get out of my way!"

"Bai Ziheng! I'll call my men right now! I'll make you kneel down and beg me!"

Bai Ziheng said indifferently, "Call me."

Sun Wei's finger stopped.

He looked up and met those terrifyingly calm eyes, and a chill ran down his spine.

Back in high school, Bai Ziheng walked towards him alone, carrying an iron pipe, with that same look in his eyes.

"Are we going to fight or not? It's like a barking dog that doesn't bite!"

At this moment, Luo Yao walked out from behind Bai Ziheng with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face.

Sun Wei's eyes lit up.

This woman is so beautiful...

Compared to Zhang Ling, they are worlds apart.

He subconsciously straightened his collar, trying to make his disheveled face look less terrible.

"Hey beautiful, this guy is a good-for-nothing, a penniless bastard, just fired. There's no future in following him."

He lowered his voice, his tone greasy.

"Why don't you... come with me?"

"Brother Sun!" Zhang Ling exclaimed in disbelief.

"Shut up!" Sun Wei glared at her.

Luo Yao's smile widened as she turned to Bai Ziheng: "Hey, bro, can I chop him up?"

"It's too discordant to fight in the street."

"What a disappointment!"

Luo Yao pouted, gracefully walked around to Sun Wei, and tilted her head back with an innocent look on her face.

"Uncle, he's right. He's so poor he can only afford one strawberry cake. He's so stingy!"

Sun Wei was so excited that the swelling on her face subsided by a third.

"Yes, yes, yes! Follow me, and I'll take over all the dessert shops in the city!"

"Really?" Luo Yao tilted her head, her smile sickeningly sweet.

"Of course! There's nothing I, Sun Wei, can't accomplish in this city!"

"Oh~~ Then I want—"

Luo Yao stretched out her hand and pointed at Sun Wei's face.

"I want you."

Sun Wei was extremely excited.

He turned his head triumphantly to look at Bai Ziheng, ready to admire the face of someone who had been cuckolded.

But they found no anger, only a trace of sympathy.

"Young lady, this thing isn't smart to begin with, don't bully an idiot."

Bai Ziheng sighed and lit another cigarette for himself.

"Uncle, I want you to tear this face off and give it to me!"

Luo Yao's smile instantly turned sinister.

Those eyes suddenly turned into golden vertical pupils.

Sun Wei froze.

He didn't even see how that slender hand gripped his neck; he was lifted up as if by hydraulic clamps, his legs kicking wildly in the air.

"Do you know?"

Luo Yao looked up at the face that had turned a deep liver color from suffocation.

"He may be poor, but I have money. He may not be of much use right now, but I'm willing to support him."

She tilted her head, her vertical pupils reflecting Sun Wei's terrified expression.

"Uncle, I'm a very possessive person."

"Only I can bully him. If anyone else hurts him, I'll be upset."

He finished speaking and casually tossed it aside.

Sun Wei slammed into the windshield of his sports car like a bag of garbage; the glass shattered, and the siren blared piercingly throughout the street.

Zhang Ling collapsed to the ground, her face deathly pale.

Luo Yao squatted down in front of her, her eyes, which had returned to their original black color, curved into crescent moons, and her smile was gentle and sweet.

"Aunt Zhang, I won't kill you this time, because my little knight seems to still be bound by morality."

"He doesn't understand that even if he killed both of you in the street right now, someone would help him take care of it."

She leaned close to Zhang Ling's ear, her voice as soft as a breeze.

"So... if you dare show your face in front of him again, I'll tear your face off and stick it on your sugar daddy's face, understand?"

Zhang Ling trembled violently, nodding repeatedly, her face covered in grime, snot and tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Your ex is filthy."

Luo Yao turned around and rolled her eyes at Bai Ziheng.

"How can you even like something like this?"

"I was young and naive back then." Bai Ziheng flicked his cigarette ash.

Just then, Sun Wei crawled out from the rubble of the windshield.

He was covered in blood, his suit was tattered, but his eyes burned with a frenzied rage.

"Bai Ziheng! You just wait, you bastard!"

"I'm going to bring your sister here—she runs a breakfast shop in the east of the city, right? It's a tiny, run-down shop, there aren't even any security cameras in the alley. If she gets dragged away by a few people one night, do you think anyone will find out?"

Bai Ziheng paused for a moment, the fingers holding the cigarette between his fingers.

"Not only will I have my brothers take turns looking after your sister, but I'll also film it and send it to you as a souvenir!"

Sun Wei's smile grew increasingly ferocious, and blood seeped from between his teeth.

"I'll show you how your sister was treated—"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand grabbed his wrist.

Bai Ziheng was already standing in front of him without him noticing.

Before the cigarette in his hand had even gone out, his hand had already gripped Sun Wei's wrist with such force that it almost crushed the bones.

Sun Wei looked up and met those eyes that finally showed emotion.

That was pure killing intent.

Like a god who has decided to crush you, now making a final assessment of your death.

"What...what do you want to do...Aaaaaah!!!"

The sound of bones cracking echoed through the street.

Then came a series of cracking sounds, like stepping on shards of glass.

His wrist was completely bent backward at the forearm, and the white bone fragments pierced his skin and suit sleeve, with blood dripping from between Bai Ziheng's fingers.

"ah--!!!"

Sun Wei's screams didn't sound like a human voice.

He rolled on the ground clutching his completely broken arm, his face smeared with snot, tears, and blood.

Passersby stopped and stood there, holding up their phones.

Some people called the police, some called for emergency medical assistance, but no one dared to step forward.

Because the man who crushed someone's arm had a smile on his face.

It was ferocious, twisted, and carried an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

Like a ferocious beast that has been starving for too long, finally tasting the flavor of blood.

"Are you... are you crazy...? My dad is—"

"Who your father is doesn't matter."

Bai Ziheng squatted down and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The important thing is that I have a terminal illness."

"Late-stage lung cancer, he won't live for more than a few months."

Sun Wei's pupils contracted sharply.

"So what do you think I still care about now?"

Sun Wei's blood ran cold.

Yes, this guy was already sentenced to death by fate, why should I provoke someone who is no longer afraid of death?

More and more people gathered, and the cacophony of voices was like boiling water.

"Holy crap, my hand is broken, the bone is sticking out!"

"Have you called the police? Call 110 right away!"

"That man had such terrifying eyes..."

A soft hand rested on Bai Ziheng's shoulder.

Luo Yao tiptoed and leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe. Her voice was as soft as a breeze, audible only to the two of them.

"Hey buddy, it's time to go."

The ferocious smile on Bai Ziheng's face slowly faded.

He looked down at his hands.

Sun Wei's blood was still on his palm, sticky, warm, and with a sweet, metallic taste.

What was that murderous intent just now?