Death

Zhao Yuan looked at the somewhat rundown apartment building and asked skeptically, "Zhou Tian, are you telling the truth? He really has enough money to buy a Bentley?"

"Absolutely true. I even went over and looked at the contract myself," Zhou Tian said seriously.

"Good. We'll go in now and extort that kid. We'll use his daughter to threaten him."

"Zhao Yuan, that was my plan too. I heard that when the kid swiped his card, he didn't even blink. Damn it, who knows what dogshit luck he stumbled into to get that much money? He must still have plenty on hand, or he wouldn't be so generous." As Zhou Tian spoke, he headed upstairs with the others.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Open up! Open up!" Zhou Tian pounded hard on the door and shouted loudly.

Inside, Ling Yun knew it was Zhou Tian. He had not expected them to come so quickly. Fortunately, he had soundproofed his daughter's room. If all that noise woke her up, the consequences would be serious.

There were only three apartments on this floor. Aunt Zhang next door was not home today; she had gone to visit her daughter. The occupant across the hall was a gaming-addicted youngster who never left the house, so Zhou Tian's shouting did not draw anyone out.

Ling Yun sat on the sofa, savoring the Immortal Brew that had aged for thousands of years in his storage ring. Slowly, he raised his right index finger, pointed at the door, and gave it a flick. The door opened.

The door had suddenly opened just like that. Zhou Tian and Zhao Yuan looked at Ling Yun sitting on the sofa, both a little stunned. How had the door opened? But they decided not to worry about it for now. Getting the money came first.

"Oh, you're here. Have a seat. No need to stand on ceremony," Ling Yun said calmly.

"Sit my ass! I'm not here to waste words with you. Hand over every last cent you have right now, or I'll make you regret it."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Why should this Sovereign give you my money?" Ling Yun fixed them with a sharp gaze.

Little Tiger, lying on the floor, looked at the idiots and shook his head before closing his eyes to rest.

"Haha, you don't have to give it to us. But this is your daughter, right? If you let your guard down for even a moment and she disappears, or gets hurt, then you can't blame us." Zhao Yuan glanced at the sleeping Qianqian, his face taking on a vicious look.

Ling Yun was furious inside, but he did not show it. His face remained calm. What he hated most was being threatened, especially when someone used his daughter to threaten him. In his heart, he had already sentenced this entire group to death.

"Mm, that's a pretty good reason. I do care deeply about my daughter." Killing intent blazed from Ling Yun. His daughter was his everything.

"So you agree? Haha, I didn't expect you, kid, to be so sensible."

"No rush. More people are coming." As Ling Yun spoke, another group entered through the door. Ling Yun had seen Brother Qiang when he borrowed the usury loan, so he knew the leader was Brother Qiang.

There were too many people, and they packed the corridor full. The room was not large either, and Zhou Tian's group of six or seven had already come in earlier, so Brother Qiang only brought five people inside.

Brother Qiang came in, looked at Zhou Tian's group beside him, and found them unfamiliar. He did not care what they were doing here.

He stared at Ling Yun. "You're the one who called me Little Qiang? You've got some nerve. A country bumpkin like you dares to say I'm worse than a beast? Fuck!"

"Bring out the IOU and give me the bank card number, then you can leave." Ling Yun did not even look at Brother Qiang. He swirled the Immortal Brew in his glass and took another sip.

Brother Qiang narrowed his eyes, several threads of killing intent leaking from his gaze.

Brother Qiang planned to beat this country bumpkin half to death first, then discuss the IOU with him. "Brothers, get him!"

"Wait! What IOU? That money is all ours! Who are you people? Get the hell out!" There was no way Zhao Yuan would let Ling Yun repay the debt. In his eyes, that money already belonged to him.

"Don't be afraid. We still have more than ten brothers outside. We can gang up on them without a problem. Besides, when has the Wild Wolf Gang ever feared anyone?" Brother Qiang said again.

Ling Yun swirled the cup of Immortal Brew again, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned back against the sofa. With a thought, the lackey walking in front suddenly felt as though his organs were about to shatter. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

Brother Qiang's group had no idea what was happening. Ling Yun had clearly done nothing, so why had their brother fallen? Unable to figure it out, Brother Qiang could only blame it on his own lackey.

But Zhou Tian and Zhao Yuan's group were different. Their scalps were tingling, their hands and feet trembling. They could not move, and their bodies were slowly bearing down under a force that descended from above and grew stronger bit by bit. They were nearly unable to endure it.

Thud!

Thud!

Several thuds rang out as all seven people, unable to withstand the force, dropped to their knees. Zhou Tian was terrified. He had never felt anything like this before.

Just as Zhou Tian's group fell to their knees, Brother Qiang's remaining men moved toward Ling Yun again. They wanted to rush over and seize him.

But Ling Yun waved a hand at them, and the few men opposite him all vomited blood and flew back to the doorway.

Each of them clutched their bodies in agony. If Brother Qiang still did not understand, he would be an idiot. Cold sweat poured down his face.

Brother Qiang regretted it beyond measure now, so miserable he wanted to cry without tears. Ling Yun had just told him that if he brought out the IOU and gave him the bank card number, he could leave. Yet he had insisted on stirring up trouble. He wished there were a medicine for regret in this world. If he had simply collected the debt properly, would that not have been enough? Why had he provoked this Baleful Intent?

"Spare us! I won't dare do it again. Please let us go!" Zhou Tian said painfully.

Just as the others were about to follow Zhou Tian's lead and beg for mercy, Ling Yun said coldly, "Hmph. You threatened my daughter. Die!" A ball of Netherflame appeared in his hand and flashed past Zhou Tian's group in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

After seven screams, nothing remained—not even ashes. Netherflame could burn away a person's soul; it was incomparably tyrannical.