“Ah…”
Lee Jung-hee screamed in pain.
His right arm had been snapped by Ye Qiu in one swift motion.
The others in the room were stunned.
Xu Zhiming, in particular, looked at Ye Qiu in astonishment. In his mind, Ye Qiu had always been gentle and kind, but this ruthless move caught him off guard.
“This young man is someone to watch.”
Xu Zhiming began to admire Ye Qiu.
A man who isn’t ruthless can’t make a mark in society. Since ancient times, those who achieved greatness were never soft-hearted.
“Ye Qiu has the potential for great things,” Xu Zhiming thought to himself.
“Lee Jung-hee, are you still not admitting that Mr. Xu Senior’s coma is your doing?” Ye Qiu demanded.
“Ye Qiu, you think you can force me to confess with these tactics? I’m telling you, I won’t let you succeed.”
Lee Jung-hee knew he couldn’t admit to anything, or his fate would be worse than a broken arm.
Ye Qiu smiled, “I know you’re terrified of dying. Otherwise, after losing that competition last time, you wouldn’t have begged Mr. Xu Senior to spare your life.”
“The tougher you act now, the more it shows you’re guilty.”
“Lee Jung-hee, I advise you to tell the truth.”
“I’m a kind person, but when it comes to dealing with villains, I never hold back.”
As Ye Qiu spoke, he began to slowly tighten his grip.
“Ah…” Lee Jung-hee cried out in agony.
Seeing this, Lee Ming-han grabbed a chair and swung it at Ye Qiu.
But before he could get close, Ye Qiu kicked him away.
Clang!
Lee Ming-han crashed to the floor. Ignoring the pain, he scrambled up and roared at Ye Qiu, “You bastard, let go of my father, or I’ll call the police right now!”
“Call the police?” Ye Qiu grinned, “Go ahead, do it. I’m sure the police are much better at finding evidence than I am.”
Lee Ming-han froze.
How did I forget about that?
If the police got involved, it would only make things worse for him and his father.
What now?
As Lee Ming-han racked his brain for a plan, Ye Qiu’s voice rang out again, “Why aren’t you calling the police?”
“Need me to do it for you?”
“I’d love to see how you and your father keep up your excuses when the police arrive.”
At that, a flicker of fear crossed Lee Ming-han’s eyes.
“Ye Qiu, I’m warning you, don’t push too far. This is Korea, not China. If you act recklessly here, you’ll pay a heavy price,” Lee Jung-hee said.
To his surprise, Ye Qiu was unfazed and smiled faintly, “I deal with whoever I want, no matter the country!”
Bloody hell, does this guy have to be so brazen?
“Mr. Xu, Ye Qiu’s treating me like this, and you’re not going to say anything?” Lee Jung-hee said, “No matter what, I came here today to treat Mr. Xu Senior.”
Xu Zhiming was about to respond when he saw Ye Qiu release Lee Jung-hee’s right arm.
Immediately, Lee Jung-hee’s broken arm dangled, and a small pouch fell from his sleeve onto the floor.
Thud!
The pouch burst, spilling red liquid across the ground.
“Blood!” Xu Changjin let out a scream, her face paling.
“No need to be scared. It’s not human blood—it’s plasma,” Ye Qiu said.
Xu Changjin blinked, “Plasma?”
“Yes,” Ye Qiu explained, “It’s the stuff used in TV dramas for blood scenes. The blood Lee Jung-hee spat out during the ritual in Mr. Xu Senior’s bedroom was this too.”
What?
Xu Zhiming pointed at Lee Jung-hee and cursed, “You used such tricks to deceive me? Do you think I’m a fool?”
“No, Mr. Xu, let me explain…” Lee Jung-hee stammered.
“The evidence is right in front of us. What’s there to explain? Lee Jung-hee, why did you plot against my father?”
Ye Qiu said, “If I’m not mistaken, Lee Jung-hee did this purely to scam money.”
Xu Zhiming was furious, “Lee Jung-hee, you dared to scam me? I’ll kill you! Someone—”
“Mr. Xu, hear me out,” Lee Jung-hee interrupted, “I admit the plasma, the peachwood sword, and the life-saving talismans were fake. I did it to get some money from you.”
“But Mr. Xu Senior’s coma has nothing to do with me. This is Ye Qiu framing me, trying to ruin me. Mr. Xu, you mustn’t believe his nonsense.”
“Mr. Xu—”
Slap!
Ye Qiu slapped Lee Jung-hee across the face and cursed, “You’re still acting at a time like this?”
“You want to keep denying everything, huh?”
“Fine, let’s see how long you can hold out!”
With that, Ye Qiu flashed forward, appearing in front of Lee Ming-han.
Sensing trouble, Lee Jung-hee shouted, “What are you doing?”
Thud!
Ye Qiu’s fist struck Lee Ming-han’s ribs.
Crack!
One of Lee Ming-han’s ribs snapped, and he let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, “Ah…”
Thud!
Ye Qiu threw another punch, breaking Lee Ming-han’s second rib.
Lee Jung-hee roared, “You bastard, stop hurting Ming-han!”
Ye Qiu’s third punch landed.
Crack.
Another rib broke.
Ye Qiu looked at Lee Jung-hee with a smile, “You’re a doctor, so you know the human body well. You know exactly how many ribs a person has, right?”
“Next, I’ll break Lee Ming-han’s ribs one by one, like I just did.”
“When you’re ready to tell the truth, I’ll stop.”
“How many ribs Lee Ming-han keeps depends entirely on your attitude.”
“Of course, you can keep denying everything, but I wonder if Lee Ming-han can hold out?”
“After I break his ribs, I’ll move on to his cervical spine, lumbar spine, and limbs…”
“He’s got plenty of bones for me to play with for a while.”
Bloody hell, is this guy even human?
Thud!
Ye Qiu landed another punch, and Lee Ming-han nearly fainted from the pain, crying out, “Father, save me!”
Lee Jung-hee clenched his teeth, remaining silent.
He couldn’t confess.
If he admitted to this, he and his son would face catastrophic consequences.
Ye Qiu’s fifth punch fell.
Crack!
Another of Lee Ming-han’s ribs broke, and he passed out.
Slap!
Ye Qiu slapped Lee Ming-han awake and grinned, “Hang in there, we’ll keep going.”
Hearing this, Lee Ming-han’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fear.
Ye Qiu woke him again, grinning, “Hold on, persistence is victory.”
Thud!
Another punch landed.
Lee Ming-han’s sixth rib broke.
“Ahhh…”
Lee Ming-han screamed in pain, “Father, save me! I can’t take it anymore! I don’t want to die, I’m begging you…”
Seeing Lee Ming-han tortured in agony, Lee Jung-hee’s eyes burned with rage, wishing he could tear Ye Qiu apart.
“Lee Ming-han, looks like your father isn’t planning to save you. Let’s continue!”
Ye Qiu raised his fist again.
“Enough! Stop torturing Ming-han!”
Lee Jung-hee shouted at Ye Qiu, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”
