Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Prepare to Collect the Corpse
Zhao Tiancheng wanted to spit up blood in fury. He never would have imagined that his worthless son would court death by kidnapping Chen Man Ni.
’Is he trying to get the entire Zhao Family killed?’
"I hate him!"
Enraged, Zhao Tiancheng slammed his fists into the floor until they bled.
Every single member of the Zhao Family hated Zhao Peng to the bone.
But there was nothing to be done. Zhao Peng was, after all, one of them. Now that he had done this, no one in the Zhao Family could escape responsibility.
"It seems you really have no way of finding Zhao Peng. In that case, your entire Zhao Family can go to hell!"
Qin Tuo’s voice was impossibly cold. After speaking, he paid them no more mind.
Long Wu simply waved a hand, and a large group of ruthless bodyguards strode in from outside.
Seeing these top enforcers from Huaiyi Hall, Zhao Tiancheng and the rest of the Zhao Family trembled in fear, their faces deathly pale.
They knew Huaiyi Hall had recently absorbed the Cyan Fire Gang, attaining an unparalleled status in Ming City. Wiping out their Zhao Family would be child’s play.
"Spare us, Mr. Qin! This was all Zhao Peng’s doing! It has nothing to do with us!"
"That’s right, Mr. Qin! Please, have mercy on us! We’ll renounce the Zhao Family right now and never be a part of it again!"
One by one, the Zhao family members swore on the spot to leave the family, desperate to sever ties.
However, Qin Tuo’s heart was already consumed by killing intent.
At this moment, he was deaf to their pleas for mercy.
Just as the bodyguards were about to make their move, Qin Tuo’s phone suddenly rang.
Zhao Tiancheng froze. After a glance, a look of delight spread across his face.
He had a feeling this call might be from his son, Zhao Peng.
When Qin Tuo answered the phone, it was indeed Zhao Peng’s voice on the other end.
"Qin Tuo, do you want to find Chen Man Ni?"
The instant he heard that voice, Qin Tuo’s expression darkened.
"Zhao Peng, I’m warning you. Don’t you dare touch a single hair on Chen Man Ni’s head. Otherwise, you won’t be able to bear the consequences!"
Zhao Peng, however, just burst into arrogant laughter, clearly unconcerned by Qin Tuo’s threat.
"Qin Tuo, you little bastard, listen up. In two hours, come alone to the old warehouse at Number 48 in the West Suburb. If you dare bring anyone with you, I guarantee you’ll be collecting Chen Man Ni’s corpse!"
Qin Tuo’s fury boiled over. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully,
"Zhao Peng, if you dare, I’ll make your entire Zhao Family die with you!"
On the other end of the line, Zhao Peng was clearly startled. He obviously hadn’t considered such severe consequences.
"Hmph. Qin Tuo, you think I’m easily scared?"
Qin Tuo said coldly,
"Try me. I’ll tell you the truth: my men have your entire Zhao Family surrounded. With a single order from me, everyone, including your old man, will die on the spot."
Zhao Peng fell silent, his mind thrown into a fierce internal struggle.
Seeing this, Zhao Tiancheng quickly shouted into the phone,
"Zhao Peng, you useless piece of trash, you listen to me! Don’t do anything reckless, or you’re no longer a son of the Zhao Family!"
Hearing this, Zhao Peng fell into an even deeper, deathly silence.
The crowd of Zhao Family members nearby also began cursing him out, one after another.
They all hoped Zhao Peng wouldn’t do anything rash, otherwise their own lives would be forfeit.
Finally, Zhao Peng spoke slowly,
"Qin Tuo, I’ve told you the location. Whether you come or not is up to you!"
With that, Zhao Peng hung up.
Qin Tuo’s face was ashen, his heart consumed by rage.
The quick-witted Long Wu immediately prepared to take his men to the old warehouse in the West Suburb.
However, Qin Tuo slowly shook his head.
"Long Wu, have your men stand by. I’m going alone."
"What? Celestial King, you can’t! It’s obviously a trap! You mustn’t walk into danger!"
Long Wu grew anxious. Although he knew Qin Tuo was incredibly powerful, the enemy was clearly prepared. Rushing in recklessly could lead to a disastrous and unexpected failure.
But Qin Tuo knew that if he didn’t do as he was told, a crazed Zhao Peng might do something reckless.
If that happened, Qin Tuo would be plunged into endless regret and self-blame.
Qin Tuo shot Zhao Tiancheng a cold glance, then turned and left the villa.
Zhao Tiancheng’s face turned ashen with fright, and he collapsed to the floor.
"Patriarch..."
The Zhao Family’s butler cautiously knelt, about to help Zhao Tiancheng up.
But Zhao Tiancheng, looking as if his soul had left his body, waved a weak hand.
"Old Song, make the preparations... to collect the young master’s body."
As he spoke, the old butler’s face also fell.
Then, Zhao Tiancheng broke down, sobbing in despair.
He knew with absolute certainty that this time, Qin Tuo would not let Zhao Peng live.
As the Patriarch of the Zhao Family, all Zhao Tiancheng could do now was pray that Qin Tuo would show great mercy and spare the rest of their family.
...
In an abandoned factory in the suburbs, Zhao Peng’s expression was stormy and uncertain.
Qin Tuo’s words on the phone had struck him to the core.
He knew that making such a dangerous move might very well drive Qin Tuo mad and get the entire Zhao Family wiped out.
’Damn it, I don’t care anymore! I’ve got Jiang Liang backing me up. I’ll just kill Qin Tuo first and worry about the rest later!’
Zhao Peng was utterly possessed. Gritting his teeth, he made up his mind.
He had already come this far; there was no turning back.
Most importantly, the memory of all the things Qin Tuo had done in the past made him grind his teeth in hatred.
As for his family and his father, he had long since cast them to the back of his mind.
Having reached this conclusion, Zhao Peng solidified his resolve, stood up, and walked into another room.
Jiang Liang was sitting there with his eyes closed, resting while he awaited Qin Tuo’s arrival.
He had already made thorough preparations and had no fear of failure.
Zhao Peng thought for a moment, then asked with some hesitation,
"Young Master Jiang, about dealing with Qin Tuo... are you completely confident of victory?"
Jiang Liang slowly opened his eyes, glanced casually at Zhao Peng, and gave a scornful smile.
"Zhao Peng, you useless trash. Are you scared of that punk with the surname Qin?"
Zhao Peng quickly waved his hands and laughed awkwardly.
"Young Master Jiang, with you here, how could I possibly be afraid of him?"
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