76: Chapter 76 A Finger Grants Longevity! Qin Zhenhua Kneels to Express His Gratitude!

The main hall of the Shen Family Manor was deathly silent.

Shen Changshan stared at the words on his phone screen, his palms slick with cold sweat.

He dared not show the slightest hesitation.

"Nianwei, have the people from the Dark Hall stand down." Shen Changshan shoved his phone into his pocket. "Release him."

Shen Nianwei gritted her teeth.

She had gone to such great lengths to intercept him, and now she had to hand him over. How could she swallow this indignity?

"Grandfather!" Shen Nianwei still wanted to argue.

"Shut up!" Shen Changshan scolded sharply. "Is it your place to question Sir's arrangements? Do as Sir says!"

Shen Nianwei could only wave her hand.

The two burly men from the Dark Hall let go and stepped back two paces.

Qin Tianming laughed out loud, stepped forward, and kicked Chu Shaojie in the rear.

"Old Master Shen, I accept your concession." Qin Tianming waved his hand to summon his subordinates. "Throw this brat into the trunk, we're leaving."

A dozen Qin Family bodyguards immediately stepped forward, dragged Chu Shaojie up, and walked out.

Qin Tianming followed behind, walking briskly out of the Shen Family Manor.

The car doors slammed shut, and the motorcade sped away.

Shen Nianwei watched the taillights of the Qin Family's motorcade disappear, stamping her feet in anger.

"We went through all this trouble, only to serve as a stepping stone for the Qin Family." Shen Nianwei's face was full of resentment.

Shen Changshan sat back in his grand chair and picked up the cup of tea that had already gone cold.

"We lost this time." Shen Changshan sighed. "That little bastard Qin Tianming is ruthless enough; he forced Chairman Chu Changfeng to his death. Sir is very satisfied with this token of allegiance."

Shen Nianwei was still unconvinced.

"Stop thinking about useless things." Shen Changshan put down the teacup. "Notify the finance department immediately. Tomorrow morning, go and seize the assets of Changsheng Real Estate. We didn't get the task reward, but we must bite off a piece of this meat."

On the other side, the Qin Family's motorcade was speeding down the road.

Qin Tianming sat in the back seat and dialed Qin Zhenhua's number on his phone.

"Dad! Did you see it? Sir has set the tone!" Qin Tianming could not hide his excitement. "Shen Changshan obediently handed him over!"

The sound of Qin Zhenhua's rapid breathing came from the other end of the phone.

"I've already seen it! I was just about to call you too!" Qin Zhenhua's tone was equally excited. "Take him to that abandoned heavy machinery factory in the western suburbs immediately. It's remote enough that absolutely no outsiders will disturb us. I'm heading over there now."

"Understood." Qin Tianming hung up the phone and urged the driver to speed up.

Half an hour later.

The abandoned heavy machinery factory in the western suburbs.

It had been out of operation for several years, and everywhere there was rusted sheet metal and abandoned machine tools.

The Qin Family's bodyguards set up a tight cordon around the perimeter of the factory.

Chu Shaojie was tied to a load-bearing column, the tape over his mouth already torn off.

His face was covered in blood, and he looked around in terror.

Qin Zhenhua was wearing a thick Tang suit, standing not far away leaning on a cane, with Qin Tianming accompanying him.

"Old Master Qin! President Qin!" Chu Shaojie shouted at the top of his lungs. "Our two families have had some history, what on earth do you want!"

Qin Tianming walked over and slapped him again with the back of his hand.

"Shut your stinking mouth." Qin Tianming shook his hand. "This is not a place for you to speak."

Qin Tianming turned and walked back to Qin Zhenhua's side.

"Dad, when will Sir arrive?" Qin Tianming asked in a low voice.

"Wait." Qin Zhenhua stood straight. "Since Sir asked me to bring him to a secret location, he will definitely send someone to receive him."

Just then, two blinding headlights appeared outside the factory.

A black Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the factory grounds and stopped in the open space.

The car door opened, and A-Gui got out first, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Immediately after, Zhou Ye got out from the passenger seat.

Finally, the rear car door opened, and Lin Zhe stepped out.

Qin Zhenhua and Qin Tianming immediately went up to greet him, both bowing down in unison, their attitude respectful to the extreme.

"Sir."

Lin Zhe nodded slightly, his gaze passing over the two and landing on Chu Shaojie, who was tied to the pillar.

"Well done." Lin Zhe spoke.

Qin Zhenhua was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly. "It is the Qin Family's blessing to be able to work for Sir."

Lin Zhe gave an affirmative sound and said nothing more.

Qin Zhenhua was anxious.

The mission had indeed been completed; Chairman Chu Changfeng was dead, and the person had been brought here.

But in front of this master, everything was an unknown.

What if Sir felt their methods of claiming credit were too unsightly, or was dissatisfied with how they wrapped things up at Changsheng Building...

The short silence of a few dozen seconds felt longer to Qin Zhenhua than a whole year.

Lin Zhe saw Qin Zhenhua's reaction.

The prestige of a superior does not lie in talking a lot, but in timely silence.

Qin Zhenhua gathered the courage to straighten his back and looked up at Lin Zhe.

There was no emotional fluctuation on that young face; it was impossible to tell if he was happy or angry.

What he cared about most was the task reward posted in the group.

One year of life.

Lin Zhe certainly knew what Qin Zhenhua was thinking.

The rules of the Extraordinary Club were centered on clear rewards and punishments.

With a slight movement of his mind, the system panel unfolded on his retina.

Lin Zhe opened the entry warehouse.

Four entries were lying quietly inside, and he focused his attention on [Five Years of Life].

"System, split [Five Years of Life] and extract a one-year share." Lin Zhe issued the command in his mind.

[Command confirmed.]

[Split [Five Years of Life] into [Four Years of Life] and [One Year of Life].]

[Current operation: Bestow [One Year of Life] upon target Qin Zhenhua.]

Lin Zhe raised his right hand, index and middle fingers together, suspended in mid-air.

A golden glimmer, visible only to him, appeared on his fingertips.

This cluster of light was extremely pure, carrying surging vitality.

Lin Zhe moved his wrist slightly and pointed his finger forward.

The golden ball of light left his hand and plunged directly into the center of Qin Zhenhua's forehead.

Boom!

Qin Zhenhua only felt a muffled thunderclap explode in his brain.

Immediately after, an extremely domineering heat flow exploded from the center of his forehead, surging wildly through his limbs and bones.

His cells, originally withered due to aging, became full again under the washing of this heat flow.

A faint sound of bones rubbing against each other reached his ears.

Qin Zhenhua involuntarily straightened his back; his body, which originally needed a cane to stand steady, was now full of strength.

His heart beat powerfully in his chest, and every pump of blood brought a wave of refreshing comfort.

Hooo—

Qin Zhenhua opened his mouth and exhaled a long, turbid breath.

He looked down at his hands; the age spots on the back of his hands had faded a lot, and the originally sagging skin had regained a bit of elasticity.

That oppressive feeling of constantly looming over his head, that he could breathe his last at any moment, had completely dissipated.

He had another year of life! Solid, real life!

Qin Zhenhua's legs went weak.

Thump!

This head of the Qin Family, who had been able to summon wind and rain in Jiangcheng for decades, knelt heavily at Lin Zhe's feet in front of his son and dozens of bodyguards.

"Qin Zhenhua kowtows to thank Sir for the grace of rebirth!" Qin Zhenhua's voice trembled, his hands pressed to the ground, his forehead touching the rough concrete floor.

Tears streamed down his old face.

He didn't feel ashamed at all.

In the face of true longevity, dignity is worthless.