(7 Fresh Coins) Chapter 15 (Part 1) A Twist of Fate

"Xiaoyan, are you out of school?"

"Brother! Save me! It's so scary!" Si Yan's usually clear and sweet voice became shrill and piercing, filled with extreme terror. Hearing this, Si Qiang was instantly aroused by the violence in her heart.

"Where are you?" Si Qiang asked in a low voice as she pressed a red button on the car.

Si Yan screamed, and the person on the other end of the line changed: "Long time no see, Rose... ah no, I should say Mr. Si."

Si Qiang was suddenly shocked: "Lian Sheng? You?!"

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled: "You actually still remember me, that's really something."

Si Qiang's face had completely darkened. This man was the branch manager of "Dragon Underworld," nicknamed "Fierce Tiger," and she had never gotten along with him before. The reason was obvious: it was simply because of his special status—in fact, there were quite a few people like him within Dragon Underworld.

"Lian Sheng, I don't want to beat around the bush. Just state your demands." Si Qiang's voice was as cold as ice, making one's heart tremble.

Lian Sheng glanced at the little girl beside him, who was being restrained by two burly men and screaming incessantly, and calmly ordered, "Tell her to shut up. I need to have a proper talk with Mr. Si."

"Yes!" A burly man responded by pressing down on Si Yan's head and delivering a swift, clean chop to the neck, and the frail little girl fell to the ground silently.

Lian Sheng's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for Si Qiang to hear. The thought of his lively and adorable younger sister possibly being abused made his heart clench, and his hatred for Lian Sheng intensified. However, he hadn't lost his mind. He knew that all his resentment would only bring the other party a stronger sense of psychological pleasure, so he clenched his teeth tightly, and veins began to bulge on his handsome face.

"Please rest assured, we didn't do anything to Miss. We did this to save her energy," Lian Sheng explained casually. "As for what happens next, that's up to you."

"I told you, state your demands." Si Qiang gestured to her subordinates who were rushing towards her through the car window, her face expressionless, while speaking coldly into the phone.

Lian Sheng sighed, but a strange smile appeared on his face: "Please don't be angry. We are just following orders and have no choice but to do so. As for the requirements... you will know soon enough."

Si Qiang was about to speak when he heard the busy tone of the phone being disconnected. He slowly put down the phone, his mind reeling from the anger. He closed his eyes and waited quietly for a few seconds.

The passenger door opened, and a young subordinate got in.

“Young Master, we’ve found the address, but…” His voice was hesitant.

Si Qiang opened her eyes and sneered. It would be strange if they could find out so quickly without that "but."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then continued, "As you've probably guessed, this address is fake. I'm incompetent; please punish me!"

Si Qiang waved her hand: "It's not your problem."

Before he could finish speaking, his phone rang again. Si Qiang stared at the familiar number on the screen, a barely perceptible smile creeping into his eyes. This was the number he had been longing for all the time, but now it felt like the most terrifying death warrant, making his heart tremble.

He waved for his subordinate to leave, and after the other party left, he sighed and pressed the call button.

"Mr. Xu, I am very sorry for not being able to keep our appointment the day before yesterday."

"There's more to apologize for than just this," Xu Qi's icy voice came through the phone.

Si Qiang was taken aback, then gave a wry smile: "I don't understand what you're talking about?"

Xu Qi raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly, "It seems we have nothing to talk about. Although I don't understand your purpose, I won't lose."

Si Qiang stared at the pedestrians passing by outside the car window and calmly asked, "So, what are your requirements?"

“Tomorrow afternoon, I think we need to have a face-to-face meeting,” Xu Qi said, reciting his prepared lines. He paused, then added, “Of course, it’s also necessary for each of us to bring our elite members.”

Si Qiang chuckled and readily agreed, "I'll leave everything to you."

Hearing his quick agreement, Xu Qi frowned deeply and asked coldly, "What if I asked you to come to New York?"

Do I even have a choice? Si Qiang suppressed the bitterness in her heart and continued calmly, "I will not refuse any of your requests."

His attitude infuriated Xu Qi even more. He coldly gave the time and place and then hung up the phone.

Si Qiang stared blankly at the phone in his hand, his grip tightening. Finally, with a "crack," a fissure appeared in the hard casing. He casually tossed it into the storage box. Once a crack appears, no matter how skilled the craftsman, it can never be restored to its original state. Just like his relationship with that person.