After hearing this, Ke Zhaoli squinted at Hu Ling.
"Hu Ling, have you thought this through? You were the one who begged me to come here back then, what's wrong with you now? Do you think you can no longer utilize the resources behind me and want to kick me aside?"
Hu Ling smiled and said, "Sister Ke, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean that."
"So what do you mean?"
"To be honest, Chen Zhe is quite important to me right now."
Ke Zhaoli was quite surprised.
Unable to resist asking, "What? Is that your kept man?"
A hint of displeasure flashed across Hu Ling's face, but she quickly concealed it.
"No, he's still helping me with other things, and he's become the backbone of this group of girls. He's injured like this now, and if I don't give him an explanation, the people below will probably lose heart."
Ke Zhaoli frowned slightly.
"So you've decided to give up on me? To give up the resources behind me?"
"Hehe, not really. If Sister Ke ever wants to have tea with me, I'd always welcome her."
"Hehe, hehehe, Hu Ling, do you know what you're saying?"
Ke Zhaoli was so angry she laughed.
What do you mean by "come over for tea"?
They kicked me out, then invited me in for tea. Isn't that blatant insult?
She slammed her hand on the table.
He looked at Hu Ling with a hint of anger in his eyes.
"Hu Ling, aren't you afraid of offending me?"
Hu Ling shrugged.
"Sister Ke, that's an overstatement. It hasn't come to that yet."
"What do you mean it hasn't come to that? You're already planning to kick me out, and you still say you haven't offended me? Let me tell you, Hu Ling, everyone else is afraid of you, but I, Ke Zhaoli, am not. If I wanted to deal with you, it would be as easy as crushing an ant. So what if you have Ninth Master backing you up? What are you capable of? A widow and a kept woman, who do you think you are?"
Hu Ling's face turned cold.
Without saying a word, he slapped Ke Zhaoli across the face.
The slap was extremely forceful, and a bright red handprint immediately appeared.
Ke Zhaojin covered her face, looking at Hu Ling with disbelief.
"You...you actually dared to hit me? You filthy bitch, you actually dared to hit me!!"
Hu Ling also stood up.
She crossed her arms and sneered, "Me? A filthy bitch? Ke Zhaoli, have you forgotten what you used to do?"
Upon hearing this, Ke Zhaoli suddenly froze on the spot.
"You...you..."
Hu Ling continued to sneer.
"Others may not know, but I know it all perfectly well. Your real name is Ke Yan. You entered society at 17 and became a prostitute at 19, working in various nightclubs. You earned your first pot of gold by relying on men, then opened a clothing store to try and get out of debt. However, the business failed, and you incurred huge debts. So you went back to your old ways, using the identity of the clothing store owner to continue seducing men to pay off your debts. You were lucky; the older men you seduced were willing to spend money on you, and you paid off your debts in less than two years. Your business started to improve, but it didn't last long. Not long after, the wives of those older men came to your store, smashed it up, beat you up, and threatened to kill you. Terrified, you went to South Korea for plastic surgery. After returning, you seduced a wealthy local tycoon from Donghai..."
"The old man spent a lot of money on you because he thought you were pregnant with his child. But you know in your heart that the child isn't his. How could the old man have that kind of ability? It's the child of the other man you met outside. After the child was born, the old man found that something was wrong, so he wanted to find someone to do a paternity test. You're pretty ruthless. You had that other man run over the old man and kill him. Not long after, that other man also died in an accident while mountain climbing. If I'm not mistaken, you did it, didn't you?"
Ke Zhaoli's eyes were filled with terror.
"I don't!!!"
"Hehe, no? Of course you'd say no, because there are no surveillance cameras there. Even if someone suspects you, they can't confirm it. After killing those two, you got a huge inheritance and packaged yourself as an upper-class person. But upper-class people wouldn't entertain someone like you with an unknown background. You couldn't fit in at all, so you started seducing older men and introducing them to young and beautiful girls for their enjoyment. That's how you successfully infiltrated the upper-class circles of Donghai City and even used their connections to develop a plastic surgery industry and made a fortune."
Ke Zhaoli took a step back in shock.
These are all her secrets from the past; how could Hu Ling possibly know them?
"You beat and scolded these young girls because they were in this world of prostitution but still maintained their chastity. You felt extremely unbalanced and twisted, and wanted to vent because people back then didn't receive this kind of treatment. I bet the madam who took you in was very cruel to you, right?"
Hu Ling's words were like daggers to Ke Zhaoli's heart, causing Ke Zhaoli's eyes to turn angry.
"Hu Ling, don't talk nonsense!!"
"I'm talking nonsense? Heh, I have photos of you before your plastic surgery, and I also know those older men you've seduced. Do you dare to have them come over and confront you?"
Ke Zhaoli was frightened.
No!!! No!!
"Heh, you worthless thing, don't think you're high society just because you've been around for a few years. How much do you even know about my abilities? Ninth Master??? That gangster? He's just a nobody. You actually think he's my backer? Let him come over here and ask him if he dares to admit it."
These words struck Ke Zhaoli like a thunderclap, leaving her stunned.
"You...you're lying!! I've heard everything, Ninth Master is your lover, he..."
"Pah! Does he even deserve it? I can call him right now, you can hear it for yourself!"
Without saying a word, Hu Ling picked up her phone and dialed the number.
The call was answered immediately.
"Sister Hu, you were looking for me?"
It was indeed Ninth Master's voice on the phone; Ke Zhaoli recognized that voice.
Hearing the other party's respectful attitude towards Hu Ling, Ke Zhaoli's heart skipped a beat.
Hu Ling's tone was cold.
"I just want to ask, who exactly is spreading rumors that I have a relationship with you?"
The other party was also startled when they heard this.
"Sister Hu, it wasn't me!!! How could I dare?"
The other person, a man in his fifties or sixties, addressed her respectfully as "Sister Hu," which made Ke Zhaoli even more uneasy.
Hu Ling tossed the phone directly to Ke Zhaoli.
He spoke in a commanding tone, "Receive!"
“…Ninth Master…”
The person on the other end thought for a moment; "Who are you?"
"I am Ke Zhaoli..."
Ke Zhaoli said cautiously.
"who??"
"She's Cui Shijie's wife..."
"Cui Shijie? Wasn't he dead for several years? His wife? Oh, it's you. What's up?"
When speaking to Ke Zhaoli, Ninth Master no longer had the respectful attitude he had shown earlier; instead, he became arrogant and domineering.
"I...I...I heard...you and Hu Ling...Sister Hu have that kind of relationship..."
Ke Zhaoli spoke cautiously.
The other party was furious upon hearing this.
"Which bastard is trying to harm me??? Where the hell are you? I'm coming right now!!"
Hu Ling answered the phone.
"Come to our club!"
...
About 20 minutes later, seven or eight black cars were parked downstairs at the clubhouse.
An elderly man dressed in a Tang suit walked in with a serious expression, accompanied by a dozen or so followers.
...
Hu Ling's office on the third floor.
Hu Ling crossed her legs, holding a cigarette in her hand. In front of her knelt a woman whose prosthetic body had been deformed from being beaten.
Only after careful observation could one recognize that this person was none other than the arrogant Ke Zhaoli from just moments before.
Ninth Master ordered his men to stop and angrily stepped forward to ask.
"Who said that to you? Tell me or I'll beat you to death!"
Ke Zhaoli was so frightened that she wet her pants.
He immediately begged for mercy.
"Ninth Master, stop hitting me! I'll talk! I'll talk! It was Fan Shuanghua! She told me!"
"Fan Shuanghua? Wei Ming's wife?"
"yes!"
Ninth Master looked at Hu Ling; "Sister Hu, what should we do? Should we go and arrest her?"
Hu Ling squinted and said calmly, "Don't rush. Let's get this woman out of here. She's a bit too talkative, and I don't think she should speak anymore."
"yes!"
Ninth Master turned around, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
Ke Zhaoli was so frightened that she wet her pants again and quickly crawled over to Hu Ling's feet.
"Sister Hu, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please don't kill me, I'll change! I promise I'll change!!"
He slapped his own mouth as he spoke.
"Hu Ling, please forgive me this time. I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I'm so shameless..."
Hu Ling gave a cold laugh.
Do you think I'd pity you for doing this?
When Ke Zhaoli saw Hu Ling's cold smile, she was startled again. She never expected that the woman who looked like an ordinary club owner would have such great power.
Previously, Hu Ling appeared harmless and was always very respectful to her clients.
She's like a demon from hell now, sending chills down your spine.
"Sister Hu, I'm willing to give you all my assets, please spare my life, I really know I was wrong!"
Hearing this, Hu Ling finally became interested.
"Oh, are you serious? I, Hu Ling, never force anyone to do anything against their will."
"I really mean it, I'm absolutely sincere! Sister Hu, I can sign the transfer agreement right now!"
Ke Zhaoli rose from humble beginnings and cherishes her life very much.
"Heh, alright, seeing how sincere you are, I'll reluctantly accept it. You can spare your worthless life..."
Hearing this, Ke Zhaoli breathed a sigh of relief.
But Hu Ling changed the subject: "However, you may escape death, but you can't escape punishment. Your mouth is still too foul. You should get rid of this long tongue; otherwise, it will bring you trouble in the future!"
With a single glance from Hu Ling, Ninth Master grabbed a pair of scissors from the side and walked towards Ke Zhaoli.
...
Ke Zhaoli collapsed to the ground, her mouth gushing blood.
Ninth Master picked up the bloodstained scissors and respectfully placed them on the table in front of Hu Ling.
Hu Ling looked at him, her words icy cold.
“You’re also responsible for this. How could you let such things spread? You should cut off your own arm.”
Ninth Master gritted his teeth and nodded.
Then he asked his men for a baseball bat and smashed it down hard on his own arm.
Ninth Master was a tough guy; he didn't utter a single word the whole time.
His arm hung down.
"Thank you, Sister Hu."
...
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