Chapter 457: The Beautiful Young Woman's Leverage!

Half an hour later, the entrance of City First Hospital.

A minivan slowly stopped downstairs of the Intensive Care Unit.

Lin Yuan got out of the vehicle, he raised his hand, and dozens of Silver Needles shot out again.

Those more than ten assassins were all hit by his Silver Needles, and they all fainted.

More than ten assassins, all fainted and lay inside the minivan.

Lin Yuan on the spot twisted and broke their arms and legs.

In order to prevent them from causing trouble again, … Lin Yuan could only cripple them.

After crippling them, Lin Yuan then retrieved the Silver Needles inserted into their bodies.

At this moment, only the driver's seat remained, that assassin leader still sat in the chair, cold sweat of terror pouring from his forehead!!

This Lin Yuan, simply… simply is a demon!

In the gesture of raising his hand, he crippled the hands and feet of dozens of people! Simply too brutal.

"Get out of the vehicle." Lin Yuan gestured to the assassin leader.

That assassin leader's forehead poured cold sweat, how dare he resist?

He tremblingly got out of the vehicle.

"Please, don't twist and break my hands and feet..." the assassin leader said with a trembling voice.

"Rest assured, as long as you cooperate obediently, I will naturally not harm you. Lead the way, take me to the Intensive Care Unit." Lin Yuan gestured.

That assassin leader could only tremblingly, leading Lin Yuan all the way into the Intensive Care Unit.

Along the way, Lin Yuan wore a mask and a hat, covering his appearance.

And Lin Yuan's right hand held a pistol. His pistol was silently pressing against the assassin leader's back.

As long as the assassin leader dared to do anything, Lin Yuan would fire without hesitation.

Therefore the assassin leader went upstairs all the way, not even daring to take a breath.

Soon, the assassin leader brought Lin Yuan to the Intensive Care Unit on the third floor.

The corridors of the entire Intensive Care Unit were filled with densely packed thugs.

Thugs in black suits, at least over a hundred people, all stood guard outside the corridors.

They, should all be thugs of the White Gold Han Group.

The assassin leader stepped forward and said a few words to the thugs.

Soon the thugs made way for a road.

Let the assassin leader and Lin Yuan enter.

The assassin leader led Lin Yuan, all the way through the dark, oppressive corridor, to the end of the hallway.

This is a VIP Intensive Care Unit.

"Mrs. Yuan is inside……" the assassin leader indicated softly.

Lin Yuan's pistol pressed against him, letting him go in.

The assassin leader's face was tense, he could only knock on the door.

"Who?" From inside the ward came a cold woman's voice.

"Yuan, Mrs. Yuan, it's me…… Liebao. I have already completed the mission, Lin Yuan has already been killed." The assassin leader's voice trembled slightly, reporting carefully.

"Oh?" From inside the ward, that woman's voice suddenly responded, "Come in!"

Assassin leader Liebao hurriedly pushed open the ward door, carefully stepping into the ward.

Lin Yuan also closely followed and walked in.

Only see inside the ward, a beautiful young woman in a black cheongsam was seated.

Yuanshan sat sideways beside the bed, her whole body wrapped in a black silk cheongsam.

Her collar was an exquisite droplet neckline, revealing half a section of smooth, delicate white neck.

Though she is in her forties, her skin is taut without a trace of looseness, like mutton-fat white jade.

She has neither the greenness of a young girl, nor lacks the charm accumulated by a mature woman.

Like a jar of aged wine sealed for many years, opening the lid releases a rich fragrance.

This person is none other than the chairwoman's wife of the Bai Jin Han Group, Yuanshan.

At this moment, Yuanshan slightly lifted her gaze, her beautiful eyes fixed on the assassin leader, Liebao.

Her hair was loosely coiled at the back of her head, a few wisps of stray hair hanging at her temples; this appearance can only be described as graceful and elegant.

"You say, Lin Yuan was killed? Where is his corpse? I want to see his corpse." The beautiful young woman Yuanshan's eyes were deep, her red lips slightly parted as she spoke.

Her voice was very gentle, yet the chill in her tone was bone‑chilling.

The assassin leader's face changed, not knowing how to speak.

At this moment, Lin Yuan behind him stepped forward and spoke first: "Lin Yuan's corpse has already been brought here."

"Oh? Where?" Yuanshan's eyes widened in surprise, she eyed suspiciously this masked man.

Lin Yuan suddenly slowly removed his mask, "The corpse is right here. Unfortunately, it is a living Lin Yuan."

Swish! Seeing Lin Yuan suddenly appear before her…… Yuanshan's pretty face changed abruptly!!

Yuanshan suddenly rose, she was about to shout toward the door, "Come……"

But the moment Yuanshan uttered that "come" word, she could no longer speak.

Even her delicate body could not move!

Because Lin Yuan had already raised his hand, a Silver Needle fiercely struck Yuanshan's neck.

Lin Yuan used the Silver Needle to seal one of Yuanshan's acupoints, rendering her unable to move.

Her lips opened and closed in vain, yet she could not utter a complete cry for help.

Lin Yuan slowly walked up to her.

He lifted his gaze and stared at her: "You sent over twenty or so assassins to kill me? Madam Yuan sure is willing to spend the money—how interesting."

His gaze swept over Yuanshan's slightly trembling face, then flicked to her neck.

Yuanshan's beautiful eyes widened; the allure in their depths had already been replaced by fear.

At this moment, she trembled from fear.

Since Lin Yuan was close enough, he could catch the faint scent of her perfume.

Yuanshan wasn't wearing strong perfume; only a hint of rose lingered, mixed with a light powdery note.

"Since you want to kill me, I'll send you on your way." Lin Yuan smiled coldly.

Lin Yuan's gaze turned to the unconscious Baihejie on the hospital bed.

Baihejie's legs had been severed; he was seriously wounded and still unconscious.

An oxygen mask still covered his face.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment, then corrected himself: "Oh no, I should say, %…… send you mother and son on your way together."

Lin Yuan said, slowly raising his gun and aiming it at Baihejie on the bed.

Lin Yuan understood a principle: to cut the weeds, you must pull out the roots.

Baihejie had kidnapped Mu Lingxue.

And his mother had sent assassins to kill Lin Yuan.

This grudge was already dead; if not eradicated at the root, it would eventually become a future trouble.

There would never be peace again.

Just like the Changsheng Group back then.

"Wuu… wuu…" Yuanshan suddenly struggled, lunging forward, but her acupoints were sealed, leaving her unable to move.

Yuanshan could only make a "wuu" sound, trying to stop Lin Yuan.

She lifted her head, gazing at Lin Yuan with tear-filled eyes full of pleading.

Yuanshan's lips kept opening and closing, as if she were saying…

"Please, please."

"Spare us."

But her throat could only emit broken little "wuu" noises.

She couldn't even utter a complete plea for mercy.

Yuanshan's usual seductive brows and eyes now held only fear.

Her mature charm was washed away by despair, leaving only panic on the brink of desperation.

Yuanshan never imagined that the assassins she'd sent failed to kill Lin Yuan…

…instead, they had drawn this demon, Lin Yuan, to her!

Lin Yuan, however, paid no heed to Yuanshan; he had already raised his gun and locked onto Baihejie on the bed.

Lin Yuan was about to act.

His pistol was aimed dead‑on at the spot beside Baihejie's heart.

Once that shot fired, Baihejie would become a complete vegetable.

Lin Yuan exercised restraint; he wouldn't kill indiscriminately.

But he could make a person suffer worse than death.

Turning Baihejie into a vegetable would completely eliminate the threat he posed to Lin Yuan.

But just then, it seemed Yuanshan, desperate to protect her son, forced the silver needle embedded in her neck out.

Yuanshan raised her hand, pulled out the silver needle, and her body regained movement.

Yuanshan's delicate body shuddered with a bang!

Yuanshan stepped forward, and her jade knee struck the ground as she knelt before Lin Yuan!

Yuanshan knelt on the icy floor, her knees scraping against it.

But at this moment, Yuanshan couldn't care about dignity.

She planted her hands on the ground and inched toward Lin Yuan's feet.

When she reached Lin Yuan, she gently grabbed his pant leg with her jade hand and begged in a low voice.

"Don't touch my son… please, Lin Yuan, don't touch He Jie…"

Her voice shook uncontrollably.

"Please spare him; he's already lost both legs…"

Lin Yuan lowered his gaze, coldly fixing on the beautiful woman beneath his feet.

Lin Yuan said coldly, "You want me to spare your son? Then you at least ought to pay some price."

Yuanshan knelt, trembling, and asked, "What… what price do you want?"

"Madam Yuan, your son had his legs cut off by me—he deserved it. He kidnapped Mu Lingxue, moved against me, Lin Yuan, and even tried to kill me; which of those isn't enough punishment for him?" Lin Yuan said coldly.

Yuanshan knelt, not daring to retort.

"Yes… yes, He Jie was wrong… but he's already like this…" Yuanshan pleaded.

"Madam Yuan, have I ever offended your Bai family?" Lin Yuan interrupted her, his tone gaining a hint of harshness, "You lot are fine—dumping trouble on me for no reason and sending assassins to block my door? You owe me an explanation for this."

"An explanation…" Yuanshan murmured, repeating those two words.

Her eyes darted in panic to the unconscious Baihejie on the bed.

She quickly turned back, "What explanation do you want? Money… I'll give you money! Any amount! Just don't touch He Jie…"

Lin Yuan snorted, "Money? Do you think I care about your Bai family's filthy cash? Sure, I'm poor, but if I wanted to make money, in the grey‑market underworld I'd have already made enough. I, Lin Yuan, never earn ill‑gotten gains."

Yuanshan trembled slightly and asked, "Then what do you want?"

Lin Yuan said coldly, "I want to make the Bai family... completely cut off the thought of bothering me!"

Yuanshan placed both hands on the ground, moved forward half an inch, and spoke in a strained voice:

"Lin Yuan, I guarantee... I guarantee in the name of the White Gold Han Group that from now on, no one in the Bai family will bother you, nor will they harm anyone around you!"

She lifted her head, with a red tint still in her eyes.

This beautiful young woman, at this moment, had nothing left but pleading.

Lin Yuan, however, suddenly sneered: "Mrs. Yuan, what's your guarantee worth?"

"If I believed your words today, turned and walked out, and you then turned around and sent dozens of assassins to block me, could I possibly come back to settle the score with you?"

Yuanshan was choked by the question, her lips moved, but she could find no words to rebut.

She helplessly asked: "Then what exactly do you want? Whatever you want, as long as I can give it, I'll give it!"

"I want your leverage." Lin Yuan said slowly, "Either you voluntarily hand over what could be used as leverage against you, or..."

Lin Yuan slowly raised the Silver Needle in his hand, "I'll make you a vegetative right now. That way, you won't have to ponder how to kill me later."

Yuanshan's pretty face showed a complex expression, hesitation, humiliation, and a hint of unwillingness flickered in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, her almost-white teeth nearly drawing blood from her lips.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her cheongsam, the true silk fabric being twisted out of shape.

After a long while, Yuanshan seemed to finally make up her mind, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted her head.

"You want... the leverage?"

Lin Yuan didn't speak, merely raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at her lightly.

Yuanshan's cheeks flushed with an abnormal redness, perhaps from humiliation, perhaps from nervousness.

She clenched her teeth and said word by word: "Okay. Then I... I'll give you the leverage."

Yuanshan turned her head, glanced at the assassin leader standing aside, and said coldly, "Liebao, you, step back!"

Liebao was about to step back, but Lin Yuan shouted, "Let him stay, remain here, as a witness."

Lin Yuan isn't stupid; if Liebao went out to call for reinforcements, that would make him even more dangerous.

So Lin Yuan had Liebao stay in the room.

Liebao could only stay in the room.

Yuanshan bit her red lip with her teeth; in the end she could do nothing but let Liebao remain here.

"Liebao, close your eyes!" Yuanshan barked.

Liebao was a bit doubtful, but still obeyed and closed his eyes.

Only then did Yuanshan relax her breath.

Next, Yuanshan's hand slowly rose.

Her fingertip landed on the button at the collar of her cheongsam.

That button, embroidered with a dark pattern, was the finishing touch of the entire cheongsam.

At this moment, however, her fingertip lightly pinched it, exerting a slight force.

The first pearl button was undone, the collar slightly opening...

Yuanshan's movements were extremely slow, as if undoing each button exhausted all her strength.

"Is this the leverage you're giving me?" Lin Yuan looked at her with amusement?

Actually, Lin Yuan was also a bit dazed?

She hadn't expected Yuanshan to suddenly undress?

This was beyond his expectations.

Yuanshan's hand paused on the second button, she lifted her head to look at him...

The tears already welling in her eyes finally couldn't be held back, rolling down her cheeks.

The tears hit the collar of her cheongsam, spreading a small dark stain.

"Besides this... I have nothing else that can make you believe me." Yuanshan's voice trembled with sobs.

"You want leverage... I'll give it to you... as long as you don't hurt He Jie, and don't cause trouble for the Bai family..."

Having said that, she closed her eyes, then... undid the remaining buttons...