"See clearly?"
Xiao Qi took the identification directly, then took a piece of paper from the table and gently wiped it over the document, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
"Stop being stupid, why aren't you talking anymore?"
"Don't you think we're no good?"
"If I were to shoot you dead right now, do you think anyone would come looking for me?"
As he spoke, he pocketed the identification, casually pulled out a weapon, and pressed it against Zhao Dongliang's forehead.
Zhao Dongliang slumped to the ground, his face full of terror, his voice trembling violently.
"How... how could you be with the Flying Eagles?"
"When you saved me back then, it was clearly those chaotic overseas forces."
Xiao Qi scoffed, "How dare you question the Young Master?"
"Want to know what? You might as well ask the King of Hell!"
With that, he disengaged the safety and immediately pulled the trigger.
"Don't!"
Zhao Dongliang let out a miserable howl and immediately soiled himself.
Xiao Qi, however, burst into laughter, pocketing the weapon. "Before the Young Master gives the order, I won't kill you."
He then pushed himself behind Mu Feng and stood straight.
Zhao Dongliang was paralyzed on the ground, his breathing becoming erratic, his face ashen.
His heart was already churning like a stormy sea. Once he recovered, he knelt on the ground and crawled to Mu Feng's feet, prostrating himself and crying out,
"Young Master, I'm sorry. My mind was clouded by greed, and with my foolish son constantly fanning the flames, I did something so unconscionable."
"I really didn't want to betray you; I was just momentarily deluded. I beg the Young Master for another chance!"
"I promise I'll never dare to do it again."
He knelt there and began to slap himself, each blow harder than the last.
In just over ten blows, blood began to flow from his mouth.
Mu Feng said calmly, "I've already given you multiple chances."
"Xiao Qi already told you, since you've seen that identification, you don't need to live anymore."
"Some information cannot be leaked, and I investigated everything you've done before I came here."
"Otherwise, do you think I would have come to find you for such a small matter?"
"You didn't deserve for me to come personally, but since I saved you, it led to all the things you've done since returning."
"Those I save, I must deal with personally!"
Xiao Qi took out some documents from his person and threw them directly at Zhao Dongliang's feet.
His face was filled with disgust. "This is just some of what we found in an hour. If we dig deeper, I truly can't believe you, Zhao Dongliang, are such a beast with a human face and a beast's heart."
The documents also contained black and white photographs.
All of them were shocking.
Among them were the victimized children, girls no older than ten, and those girls had died by Zhao Dongliang's hand.
Zhao Dongliang completely collapsed on the ground. He had originally thought Mu Feng was only coming for that minor matter.
He never expected to be investigated so thoroughly.
"Young Master, I beg you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mu Feng kicked him directly in the face.
The man was instantly sent flying backward.
His nasal bone was broken, blood spurted out, and his front teeth were knocked out.
Mu Feng's voice was icy, "The pain of those innocent people who died by your hand, I will inflict upon you a thousand times over."
"This can be considered revenge for them."
Hearing these words, Zhao Dongliang felt a sense of impending doom wash over him, chilling him to the bone.
Before he could even utter a plea for mercy, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.
What followed was a tidal wave of agony that continuously assailed him, and he completely lost the strength to resist, his body stiffening, his muscles spasming.
The pain felt as if his very soul were being torn apart and kneaded.
Incredibly piercing screams echoed through the villa.
At this moment, Mu Feng's gaze shifted to Zhao Peng beside him.
Jingjing merely gave him a look.
Zhao Peng was so terrified that he soiled himself on the spot, his pupils contracting violently, turning him into a puddle of goo.
Tears and snot streamed down his face as he cried out, "Don't kill me! My dad did those things; it has nothing to do with me."
"Where there's a debt, there's a debtor. If you want someone, go find my dad!"
"I'm innocent!"
Mu Feng smiled faintly, "How much money did you burn for me?"
"Five million!"
Zhao Peng blurted it out without hesitation. After burning it, he realized Mu Feng hadn't reacted.
So, he tentatively said, "Fifty million?"
"Could it be five hundred million?"
Mu Feng nodded with a smile, "The account number is right here. If I don't see the money credited within an hour, you can follow your father's footsteps to the underworld."
Zhao Peng nodded like a pecking chicken, "Our company doesn't have that much liquid capital, but don't worry, I'll immediately sell off assets overnight."
"I'll make sure to transfer all the money to you."
"Could you please give me a little more time?"
His voice was filled with pleading.
Mu Feng ignored him and walked out of the villa.
Xiao Qi remained, his smile bright as he grabbed Zhao Peng by the hair. "You only have an hour now. I advised you to prepare early, or you might be in for a rough time."
"The Young Master can't be bothered with scum like you, but I'm quite looking forward to playing with you."
That smile sent chills down Zhao Peng's spine.
Without hesitation, he took out his phone and started making calls.
By midnight, the news had spread throughout the city.
The Zhao family was selling company shares for five hundred million, putting up five percent of their shares.
The money was credited to the account in just over half an hour.
Meanwhile, Mu Feng had already driven back to Su Nianxue's villa.
In the car, Wang Guiqin had been trembling like a frightened quail.
Mu Feng took out twenty thousand yuan from his hand and handed it over. "Leave Qinghai with your son. This is your last chance."
"I don't want to see you again."
Wang Guiqin didn't even dare to take the money, shrinking back, her eyes filled with terror. "I don't want your money; please, just don't kill us."
"Take it. You don't even have enough money for tickets now. Remember, this is your last chance!"
Mu Feng said and then threw it onto the back seat.
Wang Guiqin hesitated for a moment before picking up the twenty thousand yuan. After helping her son out of the car, the two of them scrambled away in a sorry state.
Mu Feng then stepped into the villa's grand hall, his eyes suddenly turned cold, a murderous aura erupting from him like a monstrous wave.