After Song Ping had someone spread the information, he wanted to hide, but he didn't have a penny left. So, risking being caught, he went to An Suqin's current residence, hoping to steal some money while she was away.
Little did he know that as soon as he turned into the alley, he was spotted by the debt collectors who had been waiting there, and he turned and ran.
But there was no way he could escape. Those men were tall and burly, and they were professional debt collectors who had been trained in martial arts. They grabbed him, a grown man, like a chicken in just two steps.
Then, he covered Song Ping's face with the bag and threw a punch, plunging Song Ping into darkness.
When he woke up again, he was splashed with a basin of cold water, which chilled him to the bone. It was well past early winter, and the water was so cold that it made his teeth chatter.
He lay on the ground, the sewage that had just been poured on him mixed with mud and stained his clothes a grayish-yellow. The mask on his face was removed, and the blinding light made him close his eyes in an instant.
Seeing the man sitting in front of her on a wide, carved chair, her cold eyes were like sharp blades, chilling and menacing.
He was anxious to crawl to the man, but his hands were tied behind his back, so he could only wriggle around like a worm, which amused the human-shaped pillar standing next to him.
"Ninth Brother, no... Ninth... Ninth Master, I beg you, I promise I will pay you back, please give me a little more time."
As he crawled, he kept talking, his mouth opening and closing, not caring that his mouth was still full of mud and water from the ground. He was just thinking that he didn't want to die here today.
"Really, that brat will find me very soon... very soon and give me the money... Ninth Master, you have to believe me."
The man called Ninth Master remained unmoved, looking down at him with no sign of being swayed by his words.
Song Ping was almost crawling to him when he was lifted up by the people standing on both sides, his wrists throbbing with pain from the pulling.
The man on the stool suddenly spoke up: "Give you more time? And then hide again? Playing hide-and-seek with me, huh? I don't have time to play with you."
After he finished speaking, he gave the person next to him a look.
The two men released Song Ping, letting him collapse to the ground. They felt a cold touch on his wrists, and then the straps binding his hands fell to the ground.
Song Ping felt the restraints on his hands being released and assumed that he was about to be let go.
He quickly bowed deeply to the man, but before he could straighten up, his hand was stepped on the ground, and a sharp blade fell swiftly, wedging itself between his ring and little fingers.
A cold sweat broke out all over his body, and Song Ping stammered, "No...no...please, please, let my Ninth Master go."
A warm flow gushed out from beneath him, and before an unpleasant odor could dissipate, the man swiftly brought down his knife, and a stream of bright red blood gushed out and mingled with the ground.
Before the sensory stimulation even reached his brain, he saw that two joints of his little finger were missing.
He yelled "Ah!" and, with a burst of strength he didn't know he had, shook off the person next to him. He covered his other hand, which only had four fingers left, and rolled on the ground.
The pain made him somewhat delirious.
The man on the stool seemed oblivious to the bloody scene before him, or perhaps he was already used to it; in any case, in Song Ping's blurred vision, he still wore that cold-faced, devilish expression.
Ninth Master: "This is just a lesson for you. I'll give you three more days to pay back that 2 million. Otherwise, when we meet next time, it won't be as simple as just a finger. Don't even think about running away. Where can you run to?"
After saying this, the person next to him dragged Song Ping, who was rolling on the ground, away and threw him out, their face full of disgust.
After Song Ping was thrown out, his clothes, soaked with water and urine, clung to his body, and he was knocked unconscious by the cold wind.
When he woke up, he found himself lying in a hotel bed, his hand wound already bandaged and wrapped in thick gauze.
Fu Yao walked in. "You're awake?"
"It's you?" Song Ping realized it was this woman again, the one who refused to help him last time because she was worried about offending Fu Siming. "What do you want?"
Fu Yao naturally saw the online opinion, which was now overwhelmingly in favor of Song Xingyao. She knew without guessing that it was Fu Siming's doing, but even so, her anger only intensified.
Why should she be able to get Fu Siming to protect her like this? She should be Mrs. Fu.
She discovered that Song Ping owed Ninth Master a large sum of money, but she didn't expect to find him so easily. So she had someone bring him back and take good care of him.
He planned to sharpen the blade before stabbing Song Xingyao.
“I’ve seen all that stuff online. Fu Siming hired someone to clear her name. Now, you’re the one being scorned. So, you can forget about achieving your original goal.”
Song Ping had his fingers cut off, but he still remembered the last words Ninth Master said. He shuddered and looked coldly at Fu Yao in front of him.
"You want money, right? I have it, but... you have to do something for me..."
Fu Yao didn't rush to continue. She opened the suitcase that she had just brought in and placed it on the bed. It was full of bundles of cash.
"Here's 200,000. I'll give you the remaining 1.8 million once you've finished getting things done for me."
Song Ping's eyes were practically gleaming. He stared at the box in front of him and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
“Kill Song Xingyao.”
"Hahahaha..." After hearing her words, Song Ping burst out laughing: "Hahaha, that brat's life is worth so much money?"
After saying that, she hesitated for a moment. She was now Fu Siming's wife... and Fu Siming was no better than Ninth Master.
If I fail and fall into his hands, I will definitely not have a good ending; it might even be worse than being caught by Ninth Master.
"Why don't you go? Fu Siming is with him. If I go and he catches me, I'm dead for sure."
Song Ping called out to the woman in front of him, trying to make her sense his hesitation so that they could discuss the price.
"Don't worry, just go ahead and do it. I'll be there to help you. Once you've succeeded, I'll send you abroad and give you an extra 5 million."
5 million?! That means I'll never have to worry about money again!
The money had already plugged his ears; he couldn't hear what Fu Yao was saying afterward and immediately agreed.
"Okay, when do we make our move?" He hadn't expected that getting rid of this jinx would also bring him so much money. Sure enough, the people this brat had offended were not simple.
"You should focus on healing your injuries first. I'll let you know once I've made arrangements. Don't wander around these next few days. If you get caught, I can't save you." With that, she turned and left the room.
Song Ping was oblivious to these instructions; he was already excitedly planning what he would do with the money, oblivious to the mocking coldness in Fu Yao's eyes.
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