One Hundred Million for His Life

Zhang Xin'ai wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. Liu Mei and Cheng Dongxue were too excited about having a company of their own. Zhang Yang, on the other hand, slept soundly.

Across Gong City, inside an upscale club...

Even late at night, the place was bustling. Everyone coming and going was either rich or powerful.

Xu Keming had finally left the hospital. The moment he heard someone had dislocated Xu Mingxian's arm, he'd checked himself out.

Now, in a sauna room, Xu Keming sat with Xu Mingxian, whose arm was still suspended in a sling, and a burly man covered in unsettling tattoos.

The doctor had said Xu Mingxian's arm might never fully recover, even after it healed.

"Master Tiger, I asked you here because I want Zhang Yang to pay. He ruined one of my son's arms. I want you to cripple all four of his limbs."

Xu Keming hadn't supported Xu Mingxian's fight with Zhang Yang before. But when he learned his son's arm had been wrenched out of place, rage had overwhelmed his judgment.

Master Tiger, Lei Hu, was a well-known figure in Gong City's underworld. He usually presented himself as a legitimate businessman, but in truth, he controlled the city's criminal forces. His influence ran deep.

Ordinary people couldn't hire Lei Hu.

And Lei Hu wasn't a fool. After Xu Keming's call, he'd immediately investigated Zhang Yang in detail and learned everything he could about him.

That made him even harder to hire.

"All four limbs? That can be done."

Lei Hu flexed his chest, making the fierce tattoo there ripple, as if to show Xu Keming and his son just how formidable he was.

"Thank you, Master Tiger."

Xu Mingxian hurriedly bobbed his head.

"As long as you teach him a lesson, money won't