Chapter 20 The Mad Tycoon vs. the Rough and Mighty Man

A large group of private bodyguards dressed in matching black Zhongshan suits surrounded Ling Huanwu and Attorney Li.

Qin Jinshen slowly walked to Ling Huanwu through the path cleared by the guards.

The thud of leather shoes on the floor was like hammer blows to Ling Huanwu's head, making her ears ring and sending waves of fear crashing over her.

If it were Ling Huanwu from her previous life, she would have been so frightened that her legs went weak, she curled up on the ground, covered her head, and screamed in terror.

The image of those two weeks spent locked in the Qin family's dog cage flashed before my eyes—a hellish two weeks.

This devilish man liked to blindfold her, tie her to a bench, and deliberately slit her wrist artery with the back of a knife, creating the illusion that she was about to bleed to death, causing her unbearable pain.

She also liked to order those nimble-fingered old women who were skilled in hand embroidery to stick needles into her fingers and toes.

The pain in her fingers, so intense and piercing, still sent chills down her spine even a lifetime later.

She repeatedly explained to him in a hoarse voice that she didn't push his sister downstairs, and that it was Song Yaoyao who pushed her, and that her parents had given false testimony.

But this man, who was used to being domineering and arrogant in the city, completely ignored her explanation.

He felt that no biological parents would push their own daughter to suffer in place of their adopted daughter.

For those two weeks, she was tortured to the point of wishing she were dead. If it weren't for the problems that had arisen in the Qin family's business in Hong Kong, forcing Qin Jinshen to return to Hong Kong, and her bribing a guard to escape, she probably would have died in the Qin family's basement long ago.

Now, facing this business rival from her previous life, her rich experience has enabled her to calmly deal with this ruthless Hong Kong tycoon.

Without a word, the guards quickly pulled out ropes and tied her up.

Attorney Li was already pale with fright. He said "It's none of my business" and hurriedly fled.

Ling Huanwu looked at her guilty-looking parents coming down the stairs, and at Song Yaoyao who was raising her eyebrows in a defiant gesture towards her, and she understood everything.

Just now, these people, for the sake of those assets, once again disregarded her life and death, and called Qin Jinshen, who couldn't wait to kill her.

She bit her lip hard, trying not to let the tears fall.

This betrayal by one's closest relatives.

She can handle it!

Qin Jinshen's leather shoes slowly came to a stop in front of her, while she was held down by two guards with her arms tied behind her back, unable to move.

"Ling Huanwu, the doctor said my sister might never wake up again, do you know that?"

Qin Jinshen grabbed Ling Huanwu's chin, his sinister eyes filled with a maniacal killing intent. "Last time you came to our Qin family, we didn't treat you well. This time, I will make you experience the pain of being unable to move in bed, and know what it truly means to be worse than dead!"

A small, gleaming knife was drawn from his sleeve and, before anyone could react, it was thrust straight at Ling Huanwu's shoulder.

Ling Huanwu closed her eyes in terror, her mind racing as she considered how to save herself.

At this point, she was filled with deep regret.

For the sake of these assets, she died even earlier than in her previous life.

Unfortunately, she didn't even get to sleep with Zhou Jiuzhen, and she didn't know how much her space would expand after sleeping with him, before she was about to die.

There was a crisp "bang," followed by the clear sound of the knife hitting the ground.

The imagined pain did not come.

Ling Huanwu looked up in surprise and saw Qin Jinshen staring wide-eyed, clutching his bloodied wrist, his entire right hand trembling uncontrollably.

On the ground lay a bottle of shattered red medicine.

It turns out that what was on Qin Jinshen's wrist wasn't blood, but red medicine!

Ling Huanwu turned her head in surprise and saw a tall and upright figure coming towards her from behind the light at the gate.

To be precise, it should be said that it flew in!

Zhou Jiuzhen rushed forward and delivered a swift roundhouse kick, sending one of Ling Huanwu's guards flying and knocking down another guard as well. Several guards behind him also collapsed to the ground.

Qin Jinshen reached out to grab Ling Huanwu, but before he could finish, Zhou Jiuzhen, who had just regained his footing, threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Several human-shaped cracks suddenly appeared on the originally tiled floor, spreading little by little like a spider web.

With a loud "bang," the impact was like a sharp honey arrow piercing Ling Huanwu's heart, causing her entire being to tremble. Her mind went blank, and her eyes were fixed on Zhou Jiuzhen, who seemed to have descended like a god. It was as if everyone around her had retreated, and only the two of them remained in the world.

Zhou Jiuzhen pulled the stunned woman close by her slender waist and called out anxiously in a hoarse voice, "Comrade Ling, are you alright?"

"I'm... I'm fine."

Ling Huanwu's petite body was tightly held in his strong arms. Looking up, she could see the man's Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke, his sharp jawline, and his silky red lips with ambiguous wrinkles. Every part of him exuded a seductive power that made one want to take a bite.

She swallowed hard, clutching his shirt, her voice unnaturally becoming the soft, coquettish tone she hated most, "Why did you come with me? Are you worried about me?"

Zhou Jiuzhen felt as if his heart was being gripped, not his shirt, and he felt a dull, itchy sensation. He released the woman from his arms somewhat awkwardly, neither answering nor denying, but simply pulling her behind him to protect her.

"You damn fool, are you looking for death? Do you even know who our master is?"

The head of the guards shouted and cursed at Zhou Jiuzhen.

At this moment, Qin Jinshen was also helped up by several guards. His sinister eyes coldly stared at Zhou Jiuzhen's hand tightly holding Ling Huanwu's, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Who are you to her?

A cold, harsh voice, like the crackling sound from a broken radio, carried a chilling killing intent: "But I don't care who you are to her, let go of her hand immediately, I'm taking her away!"

He shoved aside the guards supporting him and walked step by step toward Zhou Jiuzhen. Dressed in a white suit with blood on his lips, he looked like a battle-worn demon as he approached Zhou Jiuzhen, uttering a stern warning, "If you dare to stop me, believe me, I can scatter your ashes!"

He emphasized the last few words.

His crazed appearance terrified the guards, who all hung their heads like quails and dared not utter a word. Even Ling's father, mother, and Song Yaoyao huddled together, trembling with fear.

But Zhou Jiuzhen remained unfazed, as if Mount Tai had collapsed before him. He calmly wiped the spittle that had been sprayed onto his bronze face and, word by word, forcefully spat out all the spittle he had just been subjected to.

"I, Zhou Jiuzhen, am the commander of the 19th Army Corps of the Independent Regiment. The soldiers under my command are all capable of fighting tough battles, and I have never been afraid of any difficulties!"

"Ling Huanwu, my wife! If you want to take her away, you'll have to step over my dead body today!"

"I'd like to see whether you scatter my ashes first, or I punch you, you bully who dares to act recklessly in broad daylight, into the wall first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jiuzhen casually swung a money tree placed next to the sofa and slammed it heavily against the wall.

With a loud "bang," the bottom of the money tree shattered against the wall in full view of everyone, and the entire root of the money tree was shockingly embedded in the hard wall.

From a distance, the money tree looked like it had always been growing inside the wall, the kind that you couldn't pry off no matter how hard you tried.