"You..."
The golden needle pierced his throat. The six-fingered man in black wanted to say something.
But after a long while, he could only utter a word in agony, then spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot.
Seeing this, Yang Ce exclaimed in shock, "Six Fingers..."
Yang Ce could not believe that Six Fingers, who had fought alongside him for many years and emerged unscathed from countless battles, would ultimately die from such a fine, hair-like golden needle.
Yang Ce's subordinates, who had been brimming with excitement, fell silent as if their throats had been cut upon witnessing this scene.
When Mr. Six Fingers made his move earlier, they were convinced that this brat Shen Lang was doomed.
No one had expected this outcome.
They stared intently at the golden needle in the throat of the six-fingered man in black, a mixture of fear and confusion on their faces.
They had been focused on Shen Lang, who hadn't moved, so how could this golden needle have shot into Mr. Six Fingers' throat?
"Whoosh—"
At this moment, Shen Lang raised his hand, and the golden needle instantly flew back into his palm.
Looking at the terrified Yang Ce, Shen Lang smiled, "Half the debt is settled. Let's continue. A new villa, plus a ten-million check. Agree or refuse? Just give me one word."
"What if I refuse?"
Yang Ce asked coldly.
Shen Lang looked at the six-fingered man in black lying dead on the ground and said calmly to Yang Ce, "If you refuse, you will be just like him."
"Brat, are you threatening me?"
Upon hearing Shen Lang's words, Yang Ce was furious.
For years, in Nanling, it was always Yang Ce who threatened others. When had he ever been threatened?
At this moment, he wished he could tear this brat Shen Lang to pieces and subject him to a thousand cuts.
"Not a threat, a reminder."
Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged. "If you listen to me, you will live today."
"And if I don't listen, I will die?"
Yang Ce asked, his anger escalating.
"Yes—"
Shen Lang said indifferently.
"Brat, you are too arrogant."
Having received Shen Lang's confirmation, Yang Ce raged, "I admit, you are not simple if you can kill Six Fingers. But I have hundreds of subordinates here, all of them experts. Do you really think you can kill me by yourself?"
Shen Lang smiled, "If you don't believe me, you can look down now."
"What?"
Yang Ce looked down subconsciously, his face filled with confusion.
Yang Ce saw that the golden needle, which had just pierced Six Fingers' throat, was now lodged at his own heart.
Although the needle had only just broken the skin and Yang Ce was unharmed, his face turned pale, and goosebumps erupted all over his body.
He couldn't understand how the golden needle, which had been in Shen Lang's hand moments ago, had suddenly appeared at his heart.
Throughout the entire exchange, Shen Lang had only been speaking, never making a move.
And more than his confusion, Yang Ce's fear reached its peak.
He had every reason to believe this was just a warning.
If Shen Lang truly intended to kill him, his fate would be the same as Six Fingers: his throat pierced by this golden needle, dying on the spot.
"Brat... who... who exactly are you?"
For years, Yang Ce had never known fear. Yet, at this moment, he was truly afraid.
Yang Ce looked at Shen Lang, his voice trembling.
All of Yang Ce's subordinates were also drenched in cold sweat, their faces ashen.
This kid's methods were too bizarre, making them completely defenseless.
They believed that if Shen Lang made a move, he could not only kill Yang Ce silently but also any one of them.
"Who I am is not important. What's important is, do you agree to my terms?"
Shen Lang raised his right hand, and the golden needle flew back into his palm.
He looked at Yang Ce and said indifferently.
Faced with Shen Lang's threat, Yang Ce wanted to roar, as he had to others before, "I've reached this position because I never bow to threats!" and then order his subordinates to hack Shen Lang to death.
However, his reason told him that the moment he spoke those words, the golden needle in Shen Lang's hand would pierce his throat in the next second.
Between pride and life, Yang Ce ultimately chose the latter. He said coldly to Shen Lang, "Brat, I admit you are strong. I concede today. I agree to your terms."
Yang Ce took a blank check and a pen from his pocket, filled it out expertly in less than two minutes, and handed it to Shen Lang. "This is ten million, redeemable at Zhongzhou Bank."
After Shen Lang casually took the check, Yang Ce pulled out a key card and a key from his pocket and handed them to Shen Lang.
"This is the key card and key to Villa 29 in the Emperor's Villa Garden in the South District of Nanling. The house hasn't been transferred yet. Give me your identity information, and I'll have someone process the property deed and deliver it to you later."
"Put Yu Xiao's name on the property deed."
Shen Lang checked the check, confirmed it was valid, and then accepted the key card and key. "This house is compensation for her family being burned down by your subordinate. It belongs to her."
"You even managed to find her at the White Horse Club, so I'm sure you can get her identity information and handle the property deed without a problem."
With that, Shen Lang turned and left.
"Your Highness, you're just letting him go?"
Watching Shen Lang swagger in and then swagger out, Yang Ce's subordinates were all furious.
"If I don't let him go, are we supposed to fall out with him?"
Yang Ce scanned his subordinates and snorted. "While I don't believe this brat alone can defeat all of you, I am absolutely certain that before you can take him down, his golden needle will have pierced my throat."
"Your Highness, we understand the logic, but we still feel aggrieved."
Yang Ce's subordinates chimed in, "For years, it's been you, Your Highness, who has threatened others and made them submit. When have you ever been under someone's thumb?"
"Hmph—"
Yang Ce snorted coldly. "I, Yang Ce, will not dwell on a living person, but I won't hold a grudge against the dead."
He glanced at the lifeless six-fingered man in black and said to a one-eyed subordinate, "Chi Gui, call Mr. Tang and tell him his beloved disciple has been killed."
"Is it really necessary to disturb Mr. Tang for this brat?"
The one-eyed man named Chi Gui asked in surprise.
Yang Ce didn't reply, indicating he had no intention of changing his mind.
Seeing this, Chi Gui immediately took out his phone and made a call.
While he was on the phone, Shen Lang had already arrived at the reception desk of the White Horse Club.
Seeing Shen Lang appear, Tang Wuzui exclaimed in shock, "Brat... you... you really came out alive?"
Shen Lang rolled his eyes at Tang Wuzui. "Yang Ce isn't some flesh-eating demon, why wouldn't I come out alive?"
"Alright, enough nonsense. Fulfill your promise and give me the stock number."