A Hundred Million for His Life

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

On the other side of Gong City, inside an upscale club...

It was late at night, but the place was still bustling. Every guest who came and went was wealthy or influential.

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

Now he sat in a Sauna Room with Xu Mingxian, whose arm was still in a sling, and a burly man covered in intimidating tattoos.

The doctor had said Xu Mingxian's arm might suffer lasting damage even after it healed.

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

Xu Keming had never supported Xu Mingxian's feud with Zhang Yang. But when he learned his son's arm had been wrenched out of place, rage had overwhelmed his judgment.

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

Most people couldn't hire Lei Hu even if they wanted to.

Lei Hu wasn't a fool. After hearing Xu Keming's account over the phone, he had immediately investigated Zhang Yang in detail and learned everything he could about him.

That made him even harder to hire.

"Crippling all four limbs isn't out of the question."

Lei Hu flexed his chest, making the ferocious tattoo there shift as though he were showing Xu Father and Son how formidable he was.

"Thank you, Master