From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou pushed open the iron door of the warehouse, and a strong smell of blood filled his nostrils, along with the man's hoarse howls and the bodyguard's low reprimands.

The warehouse was empty and dark, and the sound echoed back and forth under the tin roof.

Several incandescent bulbs overhead shone at an angle, illuminating the thick iron chains hanging in the center.

Five or six men were hanging upside down in mid-air with their hands and feet tied behind their backs, their heads facing down and their bodies swaying back and forth.

Blood and mortar were smeared all over everyone's faces, and blood kept dripping from their mouths and nostrils. Their clothes were torn to shreds.

Some arms were twisted at abnormal angles, and some had scalp lacerations, with blood dripping from the ends of their hair onto the ground, forming several dark pools.

A large leather sofa was placed in the corner.

Su Qingwan sat there with one leg crossed over the other, her upper body leaning forward, her elbows resting on her knees, and her chin supported by one hand.

With her other hand, she held a slender cigarette between the index and middle fingers, exhaling white smoke from her lips, swirling around her cheek, and dissipating into the air.

This face was completely out of place amidst the blood and gore in the room.

The screams kept filling her ears, but she didn't even lift her eyelids, remaining as calm as if she were drinking tea in her own living room.

His eyes were half-closed, his lips were pursed into a line, and he occasionally exhaled a puff of smoke. He was surrounded by a cool and lazy aura, and just sitting there, people dared not approach him casually.

Lu Yunzhou walked over, his gaze sweeping over the people hanging upside down, and quickly recognized them.

Those people from the western suburbs.

All the kidnappers who abducted Su Qingwan are here.

Not long after, they were all captured and left here to be beaten.

The woman's speed and ruthlessness were even more swift than he had anticipated.

"President Su."

Hearing the voice, Su Qingwan looked up, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "You're here."

"Um."

Lu Yunzhou's gaze swept over the several half-dead bodies. "These people, were they the ones who did it that day?"

"Not a single one escaped."

Su Qingwan flicked her cigarette ash, her tone light and casual, "She's very stubborn. I interrogated her for most of the day, but she still wouldn't reveal who was behind it all. It's boring just sitting here watching, so I called you over to keep me company for a while."

The conversation was so casual, it was no different from inviting someone for afternoon tea.

Lu Yunzhou didn't say much, standing to the side of the sofa, watching the bodyguards take turns attacking.

The kidnappers' shouts grew weaker and weaker. Two of them slumped down, their chests no longer rising and falling; they were already dead, their bodies still hanging on the chains.

Su Qingwan tilted her head, her gaze landing on his face: "Do you think I went too far?"

Lu Yunzhou looked into her eyes, thought for two seconds, and said calmly, "It's not excessive."

"If we hadn't been lucky enough to escape that day, what they did to you would have been a hundred times worse than what we're seeing now. If they dared to lay a hand on you, they should have expected this day to come."

Su Qingwan's smile deepened even further.

As they were talking, the kidnapper leader, hanging in the middle, mustered his last bit of strength and let out a bloody howl.

"Mr. Su...please...kill us...it hurts too much...just give us a quick death..."

Su Qingwan brought the cigarette to her lips, took a puff, and exhaled, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"I only have one question: who allowed you to come?"

"Hand over the people, and we won't kill you. We'll also give you some money so you can make a living and spend it however you want."

"I really don't know..."

The man wailed, tears and blood mingling and flowing down his face.

"When that person approached us, he was completely masked, paid us a large sum of money to do the work, and left no other clues..."

"Please... give me a way out, or I'll kill you..."

Su Qingwan stared at him for a few seconds, her face remaining expressionless, and then slightly raised her chin towards the bodyguard.

The bodyguard understood immediately and launched another barrage of punches and kicks, his screams even sharper and more fragmented than before, echoing throughout the warehouse.

Lu Yunzhou took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and said, "President Su, these people probably really don't know who's behind this."

"The person who can order them to do this kind of work wouldn't be foolish enough to leave a bunch of desperados with dirt on them. If we keep dragging this out, we probably won't get anything out of them."

Su Qingwan turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow: "Then do you have a better idea?"

Lu Yunzhou shook his head: "Not at the moment."

Su Qingwan didn't reply and turned her gaze back.

The fighting continues.

Lu Yunzhou stood to the side smoking, his expression calm.

He felt no sympathy for the kidnappers whatsoever, but he did ponder the matter for a moment.

The person behind the attack on someone of Su Qingwan's status must be quite shrewd and wouldn't leave any clues that could be traced back to them. Torturing these thugs won't work.

Su Qingwan understood this as well.

She continued to torture them, not for intelligence, but for the pent-up anger she had swallowed when she was pinned down and humiliated that day.

This kind of woman spends her whole life standing at the highest point, looking down on everyone. The feeling of being dragged down and trampled underfoot is more unbearable than death for her.

Now it's just a matter of returning that humiliation, punch by punch.

Less than ten minutes.

There was a commotion at the warehouse entrance, and two bodyguards dragged in a person with a black cloth bag over their head.

"Mr. Su, the person has been brought to you."

Su Qingwan nodded slightly.

The bodyguard snatched the cloth bag away.

Lu Yunzhou narrowed his eyes.

Dr. Li.

Su Qingwan's private doctor, whom she had used for several years, had seen that face more than once.

At this moment, the man was trembling all over. His gaze swept over the several bloodied and mangled bodies hanging upside down in the warehouse, and then met Su Qingwan's expressionless face sitting on the sofa. His legs went weak.

With a thud, his knee slammed onto the concrete, followed by his forehead, which began to bang against the ground, each slam harder and faster than the last, until it was bright red.

"President Su, please spare me...please spare me...I know I was wrong...I really know I was wrong..."

He lay on the ground trembling, his voice trembling.

Su Qingwan looked down at him, her tone casual as if she were chatting with someone: "Dr. Li, how much money have you made these past few years working for me?"

Dr. Li shuddered again, banging his forehead even harder, his words becoming slurred and unclear.

"I was foolish... I was bewitched... I accepted bribes from others..."

"Please, for the sake of all these years... give me another chance... please..."

Su Qingwan stubbed out her cigarette on the sofa armrest, looked at him for two seconds, and then raised her chin.

"Take it out."

Two bodyguards stepped forward, one on each side, and dragged the paralyzed Dr. Li out.

He scrambled his legs across the ground, the soles of his shoes scraping loudly, and his pleas for mercy turned into screams, the sound growing fainter and fainter as it faded into the distance.

It was quiet outside the warehouse for a little while.

"Bang."

A gunshot rang out, swift and decisive.

The echo dissipated into the night, and then there was no more sound.