77: Chapter 77 Debt Collection

Meanwhile, in the core CBD area of Jiangzhou City.

At the headquarters building of Hengyuan Real Estate Group, in the top-floor chairman's office.

Chairman Liu Dachang wore an expensive custom-made suit, swirling a glass of Romanée-Conti red wine as he stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city.

His face, covered in coarse flesh, was full of smugness and arrogance.

On the leather sofa in the office sat a dark-skinned Thai sorcerer wearing a short-sleeved jacket, cross-legged.

The sorcerer was as thin as a skeleton, with a necklace strung from unknown animal bones hanging around his neck. He had his eyes closed and was chanting an obscure scripture.

"Master Basong, thanks to you this time."

Chairman Liu Dachang turned around and raised his wine glass in a distant toast.

"That charlatan surnamed Lin used some unknown illusion trick to dare extort ten million from me. With you, the number one sorcerer of Nanyang, holding down the fort, I'd like to see if he dares to step half a step through this door today!"

The Thai sorcerer named Basong opened his eyes, a sinister green light flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Rest assured, Boss Liu, I have already set up the [Seven Killings Soul-Locking Array] in this building. Any cultivator who dares to barge in will have their magical power drained instantly."

Basong spoke with awkward and stiff Chinese, his tone arrogant.

"A mere rogue cultivator from Great Xia, if he doesn't know what's good for him, I will turn his skull into a wine bowl."

Chairman Liu Dachang laughed heartily, throwing his head back and draining the red wine in his cup in one gulp.

Right at this moment.

A rustling sound came from the ventilation opening of the office's central air conditioning.

The temperature plummeted crazily without any warning.

A thick layer of white frost instantly condensed on the surface of the expensive Persian carpet.

The bulletproof glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows made an unbearable squeezing sound, and ice cracks spread upward along the corners.

"What's going on? Is the air conditioner broken?"

Chairman Liu Dachang shivered and muttered with dissatisfaction.

However, Master Basong on the sofa suddenly changed his expression.

He ripped the animal bone necklace from his neck and stared fixedly at the tightly closed solid wood double doors.

"Something filthy has come in! The malignant Qi is extremely heavy!"

Basong exclaimed in shock.

Before his voice had even faded.

"Bang!"

That heavy door, weighing hundreds of catties and carved from a single piece of mahogany, was blasted to pieces from the outside by an overwhelming and massive force.

Shattered wood chips splashed everywhere inside the office.

When the dust and wood chips cleared.

A paper figurine standing one meter and eight tall, dressed in the dark uniform of an ancient constable, stood impressively at the doorway.

The paper figurine's cheeks were painted with death spots, and its eyes flashed with a chilling blood-red light.

In its hand, it held a soul-hooking iron chain drawn with black ink. With every step it moved forward, a puddle of steaming ice slag was left under its feet.

"Paper-crafting sorcery?"

Basong let out a cold snort, a trace of disdain flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Insignificant tricks! How dare you show off your clumsy skills before an expert!"

He bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of black blood onto the animal bone necklace in his hand.

The necklace exploded, transforming into a huge, bawling and clawing giant black skull mixed with a pungent corpse stench, roaring as it lunged toward the paper figurine.

This skull was refined by Basong using the skulls of dozens of infants who died unnatural deaths, carrying extremely heavy grievances, and ordinary Daoist magical implements would be destroyed upon contact.

Facing the skull rushing towards its face, the paper figurine didn't even make a dodging movement.

It slowly raised its right hand painted with black ink and slapped it right across the skull.

"Boom!"

The palm wind tore through the air.

The Pure Yang True Blood and Nether Corpse Qi contained within the paper figurine erupted violently at this moment.

A ball of scarlet-gold blazing flame, carrying extreme cold frost, directly smashed that huge black skull into pieces.

The backlash force poured back into Basong's body like a collapsing mountain and overwhelming sea.

This black-robed Ajarn, who fancied himself the number one sorcerer of Nanyang, didn't even have time to let out a scream before his entire body flew horizontally outwards as if hit head-on by a heavy truck.

He heavily smashed through the expensive row of solid wood bookshelves behind him. The sound of wood snapping mixed with the crisp sound of shattering ribs echoed inside the spacious office.

Basong spat a mouthful of fresh blood, convulsed twice in the ruins, and completely passed out.

The goblet in Chairman Liu Dachang's hand dropped to the ground with a click, shattering into pieces.

The life-saving trump card he was so proud of was simply more fragile than a piece of straw paper in front of this eerie paper figurine.

The paper figurine stiffly turned its head, its blood-red eyes locking tightly onto Chairman Liu Dachang, whose legs had gone soft.

It pulled a piece of white paper from its bosom, on which a string of bank account numbers was written.

The painted lips of the paper figurine moved up and down, emitting a hoarse and distorted sound.

That tone was unmistakably Lin Ye's voice:

"Ten million in principal! Two million in breach of contract and late fees. Scan the code or transfer? Short by a single fen, and I'll detain your living soul."

The paper figurine raised the soul-hooking iron chain in its hand.

The iron chain burned with scarlet-gold Pure Yang karmic fire, and the high temperature caused the fat on Chairman Liu Dachang's face to sting severely.

A warm, foul-smelling liquid gushed out from the inner side of his thighs, dripping onto the floor pathetically.

The dignified chairman of Hengyuan Real Estate, a prominent figure in the Jiangzhou business world, was scared to the point of incontinence on the spot by a paper figurine.

"Transfer! I'll transfer! I'll transfer right away!"

Chairman Liu Dachang wept and wailed as he threw himself in front of the desk, flipping open his laptop with trembling hands.

He couldn't care less about wiping the cold sweat off the keyboard, and logged into online banking at the fastest speed in his life, transferring the huge sum of twelve million, down to the very last fen, into the account provided by the paper figurine.

After finishing all this, he collapsed limply to the ground, looking despairingly at the paper figurine.

The paper figurine lowered its head slightly, seemingly confirming the arrival of the funds.

A moment later, the paper figurine put away the bank account number.

It turned and walked toward the desk, grabbing the humidor filled with top-grade Cuban cigars on the table.

"Interest."

The paper figurine dropped those two words, and its body instantly ignited with a pale blue flame.

In just a few seconds, this heavily oppressive paper figurine turned into a pile of white ash, dissipating on the carpet, leaving only the intact cigar box that dropped onto the ground with a click.

...

Taiping Old Street, Lins Funeral Shop.

Lin Ye was holding a teacup, admiring Leng Yue's flowing and smooth tea-making movements.

The phone screen on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

[Jiangzhou Commercial Bank: Your account ending in 7788 received a transfer of RMB 12,000,000.00.]

Lin Ye put down the teacup, a satisfied smile curving the corners of his mouth.

A gray-black afterimage squeezed in from under the crack of the door. The afterimage condensed in mid-air, turning into a wooden cigar humidor that landed steadily on the Eight Immortals table.

Fatty Wang widened his eyes, picked up the cigar box, and glanced at the brand.

"Holy crap, a Cohiba limited edition! This is top-shelf stuff secretly hoarded by old man Chairman Liu Dachang! Ye-zi, has your paper figurine become a spirit? It even collects interest when dunning debts?!"

Lin Ye grabbed a cigar and threw it to the fatty, in a great mood.

"Since the funds are in place, this crappy shop is due for a renovation."

He looked around at the old wall skin and mottled counter around him.

"Fatty, go contact the best construction team and architectural designer in all of Jiangzhou."

"I want to turn this Funeral Shop into an indestructible Xuanmen stronghold."