Chapter Sixty-Nine: Seeking Vengeance

Although Gao Hu’s tone trembled slightly, his words were resolutely firm. Hearing this, Jiang Zhongtao’s interest was immediately piqued.

“How do you intend to proceed?”

“Tomorrow morning, I will personally send people to negotiate at Xiao’s company. Both of us must exert pressure together; only then can we obtain what we desire.”

Jiang Zhongtao’s heart suddenly quaked, his eyes narrowing.

“How should I cooperate?”

His voice was a bit hoarse, an eerie gleam flickering in his gaze.

Gao Hu lowered his voice, and the two began scheming over the phone in hushed tones.

About ten minutes later, the gloom on Jiang Zhongtao’s face vanished; he paused for a moment, then a smile crept onto his lips as he said,

“Looking forward to our cooperation.”

Night had deepened, yet no one knew what Gao Hu and Jiang Zhongtao had discussed.

…

The next morning, Xiao Ye rose as usual and began preparing breakfast. Before he could finish, Qin Xue’er rushed out, flustered.

“Xiao Ye, something’s wrong! Those people have made another move against the company!”

Seeing her panic, Xiao Ye quickly took her phone, and a glance at the sea of red on the screen told him it must be the Jiang Hai Business Alliance striking again.

A surge of anger rose in his chest. He had already left Jiang Zhongtao and his associates a chance, but instead of choosing the path to heaven, they insisted on barging into hell.

Fine—this time he would not grant them any more opportunities.

…

After eating a little, Xiao Ye intended to head straight out, but recalling the previous assassination attempt, he worried about leaving Qin Xue’er with lingering trauma, so he decided to escort her himself.

On the way, few words were exchanged. Qin Xue’er was anxiously handling company affairs. Xiao Ye merely shared a glance with Chi Long—an understanding passed between them.

Chi Long knew well: Xiao Ye was determined to confront Jiang Hai Business Alliance.

Upon arriving at the company, he personally accompanied Qin Xue’er to her office upstairs.

“Xue’er, I have other matters to attend to,” Xiao Ye said, but she was like an ant on a hot pan, too busy to pay attention.

As Xiao Ye and Chi Long were about to leave, a group of men burst in from outside, exuding a fierce air. The leader strode straight in and claimed a seat without hesitation.

Xiao Ye frowned, uncertain of their purpose.

Qin Xue’er looked up suspiciously; behind her mask, her gaze landed on a man in a tailored suit, legs crossed, his demeanor defiant.

Behind him stood several underlings, faces twisted in anger.

“Who are you?” Xiao Ye was about to speak, but the man waved him off and addressed him directly.

“Xiao Ye, I know you. Let me state my purpose: my name is Zhang Tian, chief secretary of Jiangnan. Regarding the recent incident, shouldn’t you give us an explanation?”

Zhang Tian spoke with grave seriousness.

Xiao Ye frowned—he had not expected the Jiangnan faction to track down his company so quickly, seeking vengeance at his door.

But avenging a grudge was not so simple.

“Explanation? He meddled in my affairs. Such people—I can kill as many as I wish!”

His tone was calm, but murderous intent seeped through every word.

Zhang Tian shuddered inwardly, unaware that the man before him was a prince of another clan, yet forced himself to hold firm and confront Xiao Ye.

The other’s tough stance made Xiao Ye smile from deep within.

“What do you want?”

Xiao Ye’s smile was faint, his manner playful.

“Simple. You have two choices: pay five million, and I’ll leave at once—or hand over your entire company to me!”

Xiao Ye deliberated for a moment, then agreed.

“Fine. You want five million? I’ll give it to you.”

He smiled slightly.

But before he could produce the money, Zhang Tian burst into laughter.

“Xiao Ye, five million was just a starting point. Now I demand ten million!”

Such shameless greed made Xiao Ye’s brow crease.

If a life could be worth so much, he’d have amassed a fortune by now.

“And if I refuse?”

His eyes narrowed, displeasure evident.

“Then you’re courting death!”

Zhang Tian’s men were not ordinary thugs; they were skilled fighters, capable of taking on several opponents at once. Xiao Ye, so they thought, stood no chance.

“You want my life?”

Xiao Ye lowered his hand, grinning.

“Then let me inform you: unless you pay me twenty million in compensation, I’ll take your life instead!”

The repeated provocations twisted Zhang Tian’s face into a mask of rage.

“Kill him!” he roared.

“Kid, go to hell!” his underlings cried, rushing at Xiao Ye, but he remained unruffled.

With a swift kick, Xiao Ye sent the closest brute flying, then charged at the bodyguards.

Each strike landed with deadly precision, shattering bones and spraying blood in all directions.

Five men fell instantly, their screams echoing.

Zhang Tian stood frozen, unable to track Xiao Ye’s movements.

Nor could his underlings.

“What are you waiting for? Kill him!” Zhang Tian shouted, trembling.

Xiao Ye radiated an unusual pressure—a sense of dread crept over Zhang Tian.

“These men are nothing,” Xiao Ye said softly.

As soon as the words left his lips, he moved like a startled dragon, a grim reaper weaving among the crowd.

Each time he struck, one more fell.

Within three minutes, none of Zhang Tian’s men remained standing.

A bead of sweat fell from Zhang Tian’s forehead, landing with a soft “plop” in the unnervingly silent office.

Xiao Ye had not only defeated all his adversaries without injury—he stood alone.

Was this a joke?

“Still intend to take my life?”

Xiao Ye withdrew, exposing his neck in challenge.

Just as he was about to finish Zhang Tian off, Qin Xue’er whispered behind him,

“Enough, Xiao Ye. This is the company.”

Her words brought him back; the murderous aura dissipated.

Though the threat vanished, Zhang Tian was drenched in sweat.

“This time I misjudged you. Rest assured, it won’t be long before I return to claim your life!”

Knowing he was outmatched, Zhang Tian could only spit threats as he fled, a beaten dog.