77: Chapter 77 Still trying to deny it even when facing death? Blood debts must be repaid in blood!

Qin Tianming watched from the side, dumbfounded.

He watched with his own eyes as his father's originally sallow complexion turned rosy within seconds, and his breathing became deep and vigorous.

This simply could not be explained by science.

These were the means of a god!

Qin Tianming's knees buckled, and he knelt down as well, burying his head very low.

Lin Zhe stood where he was, calmly accepting the kowtow.

"I have said before, the Club only cares about results. If things are handled beautifully, not a single cent of the promised rewards will be missing." Lin Zhe said in a flat tone.

Qin Zhenhua raised his head, his face streaming with tears.

"Rest assured, Sir! From now on, the entire Qin Family is at your command! We will go through fire and water for you without hesitation!" Qin Zhenhua declared loudly.

He was now completely devoted.

As long as he worked for Sir, and as long as he could continuously complete tasks, he could keep living! And the Qin Family would rise to glory along with him!

Qin Tianming was equally excited.

Although he didn't need to worry about dying of old age right now, that didn't mean he wouldn't in the future.

Additionally, Qin Tianming actually had another thought.

That was, besides granting longevity, could Sir also grant other abilities?

The club created by Sir was named [ Extraordinary Club ]. If it only meant living a bit longer, how could it be called extraordinary?

Lin Zhe waved his hand. "Get up."

Qin Zhenhua scrambled up from the ground nimbly, his movements so agile that he didn't look like a dying old man at all.

Qin Tianming quickly reached out to support him, and feeling the strength coming from his father's arm, his heart was shaken even more.

"Seal off all the intersections outside this factory," Lin Zhe commanded. "Take your men and withdraw. Without my orders, no one is allowed to come within half a step of this place."

Qin Zhenhua nodded repeatedly, showing none of the airs of a wealthy family head.

"Understood! Sir needs to handle matters, we will absolutely not disturb you. Tianming, clear the area immediately!" Qin Zhenhua turned and instructed his son.

Qin Tianming immediately turned his head and waved at the dozens of bodyguards.

"Withdraw from the factory! Set up a cordon across all access points within a one-kilometer radius. Don't let even a fly in!" Qin Tianming ordered loudly.

The bodyguards were well-trained and quickly turned to walk outside.

Qin Zhenhua and his son walked at the very back.

Before leaving, Qin Tianming gripped the handles of the heavy, mottled, abandoned iron gates with both hands and pushed them shut.

Accompanied by the teeth-gritting sound of metal grinding, the gates closed completely, shutting out the night wind from outside.

Inside the massive, abandoned factory, only a few dim emergency lights flickered overhead.

Lin Zhe turned around and walked toward the load-bearing pillar.

A-Gui stood with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against an abandoned machine tool nearby, keeping watch on the surroundings.

Zhou Ye had been standing behind Lin Zhe the whole time.

Since entering, Zhou Ye hadn't said a word, but his body had been trembling.

It wasn't fear, but extreme excitement and rage.

He stared at Chu Shaojie, who was tied to the pillar, his eyes so red they were almost bleeding.

That night, the roaring bulldozers, the collapsing brick walls, the screams of his parents being crushed—it all played repeatedly in his mind.

Now, the culprit was right before his eyes.

Chu Shaojie had his mouth gagged, his eyes wide with terror.

He had just seen the old master of the Qin Family kneel and kowtow with his own eyes, and had seen the young master of the Qin Family respectfully close the door and retreat.

Even if he were stupid, he understood that the young man before him was definitely a terrifying existence he couldn't afford to provoke.

"Mmph! Mmph!" Chu Shaojie twisted his body frantically, the hemp rope rubbing against the pillar with a grating sound; tears and snot covered his face.

Lin Zhe stopped half a meter in front of Chu Shaojie.

"Boss." Zhou Ye took a deep breath, walked to Lin Zhe's side, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Go take the cloth out of his mouth." Lin Zhe tilted his head.

Zhou Ye stepped forward and yanked the rag out of Chu Shaojie's mouth, using enough force to tear the corners of Chu Shaojie's mouth.

"Ah!" Chu Shaojie screamed, then begged desperately, "Big Brother! Big Brother! I was wrong! I really don't know you! Let me go, I'll give you all my money!"

Lin Zhe looked at him. "You don't know me, that's fine." Lin Zhe pointed to Zhou Ye beside him. "Look at him. Does he look familiar?"

Chu Shaojie widened his eyes, peering at Zhou Ye in the dim light. After looking for a long time, he shook his head desperately. "I don't know him! I really don't! Big Brother, is there some kind of misunderstanding!" Chu Shaojie was so anxious he was about to wet his pants.

Zhou Ye laughed out of extreme anger. "Of course you don't know me." Zhou Ye gritted his teeth. "During the urban renewal of the Old South City, in order to rush the schedule, you had people drive bulldozers in at midnight. You flattened my family's old house with us inside, along with the walls. You thought it was too dirty for your shoes to even look at the site, so how could you know a small fry like me."

Chu Shaojie was stunned, his brain frantically searching for information about the forced demolition in the Old South City. He had too many bad debts under his name; he hadn't cared at all about killing a few people to rush the construction progress, so how could he remember who was who.

But Chu Shaojie knew even better that this was his only chance to survive. Even if this chance was extremely slim.

Chu Shaojie struggled frantically against the pillar, his wrists rubbed bloody by the hemp rope. "Big Brother, this really wasn't done by me! The forced demolition was done by my subordinates behind my back!" Chu Shaojie argued loudly. "Those contractors would do anything immoral to save money! You should go find them!"

Zhou Ye stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped Chu Shaojie across the face; the crisp sound of the slap echoed through the empty factory. Half of Chu Shaojie's face swelled up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhou Ye wanted to hit him again. "Zhou Ye." Lin Zhe stopped him. "Just slapping him twice is letting him off too lightly. Do you remember what I told you? Let him experience the pain you felt back then."

Zhou Ye immediately stopped, stepped back to Lin Zhe's side, and nodded heavily: "Then I will trouble you, Sir!"

"It's no trouble, just a simple task." Lin Zhe waved his hand and pulled up the system interface in his mind. Lock target: Chu Shaojie. Open the entry library and select the entry emitting thick black-red mist. [ Multiple Comminuted Fractures (Accompanied by Multiple Organ Failure) ].

"System, forcibly assign this entry to the target." Lin Zhe issued the command.

[ Command confirmed. ] [ Determining target's will to resist... Determined to be extremely low. ] [ This forced assignment consumes: 100,000 in real currency. ] [ Payment successful, entry has been injected into the target's body. ]

Lin Zhe raised his hand and snapped his fingers casually. The mouth that Chu Shaojie was using to scream suddenly froze. He widened his eyes, and a "gurgling" sound came from his throat, as if his trachea had been blocked.

Immediately following this, a bone-chilling sound of bones shattering emanated from within Chu Shaojie's body. Crack.

First, the tibia of his right leg snapped in two out of thin air. Chu Shaojie screamed, his whole body pitching forward, hanging only by the hemp rope tied to the pillar.

Crack! Crack! The sounds became more and more frequent. His ribs broke one by one, caving inward. The ulna and radius of both arms, without any external contact, shattered into powder inch by inch.

"Ah—!" Chu Shaojie let out a scream that didn't sound human, his facial muscles contorting, and bead-sized drops of sweat instantly soaked his designer shirt.