Chapter 742: One Hundred Billion!

Du Jie gritted his teeth, calculating in his mind.

After a long while, Du Jie gritted his teeth and said:

Fine! I'll compensate! I'll compensate you ten billion! Enough to make up for your bar's loss, and enough to compensate for my previous mistake!

In his view, ten billion was already an astronomical sum, enough to satisfy Qin Bore.

Pa—!

A crisp slap rang out.

Qin Bore raised her hand and slapped Du Jie hard on the face.

The force of her slap was so great it directly made Du Jie's cheek red and swollen, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Ten billion? Du Jie, do you think I, Qin Bore, am a beggar? You dare to send me off with this paltry sum?

Qin Bore's voice was sarcastic and coldly mocking.

A mere ten billion, she truly looked down upon it.

Du Jie felt dizzy and his cheek burned with pain from the slap.

Adding to the severe pain of the wound on his hand, Du Jie trembled all over, his voice choked with sobs,.

Du Jie asked cautiously:

Then... then how much do you want? You say, as long as I can do it, I will definitely give it; please don't hurt me again!

Qin Bore's eyes turned cold, and she exerted a little force with the hand holding the Long Sword.

She inserted the blade... again into Du Jie's palm, deeper by a bit.

The piercing pain... made Du Jie let out another miserable howl.

Qin Bore leaned down, brought her mouth to Du Jie's ear, her voice ice-cold and piercing, each word clear:

One hundred billion. For every missing unit, I will dislocate one of your bones, until you have enough.

Du Jie's whole body shuddered, his pupils contracted sharply, his face % filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

He almost bellowed:

What? One hundred billion?! Qin Bore, are you crazy?! One hundred billion, how could I possibly come up with that?!

Pa—!

Another crisp, bright slap!

Qin Bore raised her hand and again slapped Du Jie hard on the other side of his face!

This force was greater than before, directly swinging Du Jie's head to one side.

Both sides of his cheek... instantly swelled up greatly, blood from the corner of his mouth dripped down his chin, a miserable sight.

Qin Bore's eyes were icy, her tone full of mockery:

Extortion? Heh, I am extorting you, so what?

Qin Bore leaned in, her fingertips gripping Du Jie's chin tightly, forcing him to lift his head to look at her.

Qin Bore's tone was stern, carrying an oppressive feeling that allowed no rebuttal.

At this moment, Du Jie's heart suddenly raced.

At this time, he was very close to Qin Bore.

At close range, he saw this woman's stunning beauty.

She, really is very beautiful.

Although this woman is ruthless and has hurt him,

but Du Jie was still captivated by Qin Bore's stunning beauty.

Qin Bore's voice sounded faintly:

One hundred billion, will you give it or not? If you give, I'll leave you a whole corpse; if not, today I'll make you pay the price here!

Before her words even fell, Qin Bore's other hand... also drew out a short dagger, a cold light flashing.

Her other dagger, she viciously plunged into the front of Du Jie's other intact palm, the blade sinking halfway into the ground, leaving only the hilt exposed!

The icy tip of the blade... was only a hair's breadth from Du Jie's palm, the cold seeping straight into his skin.

If you don't give it, I will directly chop off this hand!

Du Jie was driven by intense pain and fear... to have his eyes turn blood-red.

Du Jie trembled all over, the pride in his bones... yet not extinguished.

He gritted his teeth, his tone full of resentment and threat:

Qin Bore, you're courting death! Do you know what happens when you offend the Shangqing Group? My father won't let you off, the Shangqing Group will surely trample the Phoenix God, making you wish you were dead!

Before he finished speaking, the last trace of patience in Qin Bore's eyes vanished completely.

Qin Bore raised her wrist and pulled out the short dagger from the ground in one motion.

Without hesitation, she... stabbed toward Du Jie's other palm.

Puchi!

With a sound, the sharp short dagger... pierced straight through his palm.

Just like the previously pierced palm, the blade penetrated from the palm, blood spurting out instantly!

The blood dyed his both hands red, and also splashed onto Qin Bore's shoe uppers.

Qin Bore did not stop, her hand gripping the short dagger slightly twisting.

The blade... slowly stirred inside Du Jie's palm, the cold metal... rubbing against the bone of his palm, emitting a faint 'creak-creak' sound.

The heart-piercing, bone-chilling pain... instantly swept over Du Jie's entire body.

This, is several times more intense than the pain of a broken finger or a pierced palm!

Ugh ah—!!!

Du Jie let out a heart-rending, soul-shattering wail!

His voice...... was so shrill it almost tore the eardrums!

Du Jie's body...... violently spasmed, drenched in cold sweat.

Du Jie, already deathly pale...... turned completely bloodless.

The resentment and arrogance in his eyes were utterly replaced by extreme fear; he had no strength left to struggle, and could only be at Qin Bore's mercy.

Du Jie was utterly terrified; he never imagined Qin Bore...... would actually dare to be so vicious, saying she'd strike and then striking, leaving no room for mercy.

Du Jie's bone-deep fear instantly drowned out all his arrogance.

After a moment, Du Jie...... could no longer bear such excruciating pain.

His vision went black, his body went limp, and he fainted from the pain.

Du Jie's hands...... hung bloody, the wounds still oozing, a sight of utter misery.

Everyone present, especially the old-school faction leaders standing at the bar entrance, were so shocked by this scene that they froze stiff, faces ashen as paper.

All the old-school faction leaders dared not even take a breath.

Zhaojun, Long Jianyi, and others...... widened their eyes, their depths filled with extreme shock and apprehension.

Everyone trembled involuntarily.

They had seen ruthless people before, but never a woman as decisive and merciless as Qin Bore.

Even someone like Du Jie, a scion of the Shangqing Group, was tortured by her to the point of fainting from pain?

Such ruthlessness utterly silenced them like cicadas in winter; they dared not utter another word of persuasion.

Qin Bore lowered her head and glanced at the unconscious Du Jie, his hands bloody.

Qin Bore furrowed her brows slightly.

Her tone flat, she lifted her chin toward Lin Yuan not far away and called out:

"Lin Yuan, come over."

Lin Yuan, hearing that, hurried forward.

He looked at the gruesome Du Jie on the ground, then at the composed Qin Bore, his eyes filled with complexity.

Lin Yuan probed, asking: "What's up?"

He faintly sensed a bad feeling, thinking this woman might be about to pull another vicious move.

Qin Bore gave him a look, raising her chin toward Du Jie's direction.

Qin Bore's tone carried a hint of nonchalance:

"You know medicine, right? Here, wake him up."

She had no intention of just letting Du Jie stay unconscious.

The hundred billion isn't in hand yet; how could she let him off easily?

Lin Yuan glanced at Qin Bore's icy gaze, his mouth twitched, and he silently thought:

"This woman is truly vicious—she's tortured someone to this state, yet won't even let them stay unconscious, insisting on waking them up to continue the torment."

But Lin Yuan didn't dare defy Qin Bore's will.

Lin Yuan could only sigh helplessly and nod.

Lin Yuan pulled a silver needle from his pocket, pinching it between his fingers.

A slender silver needle...... was firmly held in his hand.

He aimed the silver needle at the acupoint on Du Jie's neck and inserted it without hesitation.

Lin Yuan's technique was skilled and swift, showing his medical expertise.

The moment the silver needle entered the point, the previously unconscious Du Jie's body jerked violently.

Immediately after, Du Jie's eyes...... slowly opened.

As Du Jie's consciousness just returned, his palms...... were pierced with excruciating pain...

The pain swept through his whole body; Du Jie could no longer bear it, opening his mouth to let out a shrill wail:

"Ah——!! My hand! My hand!"

Qin Bore's expression was indifferent, as if this person's wailing and pain had nothing to do with her.

She stepped forward slowly, pressing her foot lightly on Du Jie's forearm.

Du Jie's already bloody palm...... was pressed firmly to the ground by Qin Bore's high-heeled shoe.

Qin Bore's blade...... slowly lowered, its cold, sharp tip steadily pressing into the gap between Du Jie's ribs.

As long as she applied a little more force, the blade could easily pierce flesh and penetrate Du Jie's viscera.

"I'll ask you one last time: the hundred billion—will you give it or not?"

Qin Bore's voice was low, yet carried a bone-chilling chill.

Each of her words, every syllable, was like forged ice,

"\"If you don't give it, I'll make you taste right now what it means to wish you were dead. I have plenty of ways to keep you alive while making you suffer ten thousand times worse than death. \""

The cold of the blade against his ribs, plus the excruciating pain of his completely ruined hands...

plus Qin Bore's undisguised killing intent in her eyes...

This utterly crushed Du Jie's last shred of backbone.

In his entire life, he had never seen a woman so ruthless and so heedless of consequences.

The Shangqing Group's name...... meant nothing before Qin Bore; it carried no intimidation at all.

Du Jie trembled all over like a sieve, tears mixing with cold sweat and blood smeared across his face.

At this moment, Du Jie retained none of his former arrogance and lawlessness.

Du Jie, lacking even the courage to lift his head, shook his head frantically like a madman, his voice hoarse and broken, pleading with a sobbing tone:

"Give! I give! I give you 100 billion! Please don't move! Please!"

Qin Bore's mouth corner... curled a trace of icy mockery.

She withdrew the dagger pressed against his ribs.

Qin Bore bent over and reached out, directly pulling out Du Jie's phone from his pocket.

Her fingertips swiftly unlocked it, searched a moment, and found the number labeled "Uncle Wang" in the contacts.

Qin Bore's fingertip pressed the dial button, the moment the call connected.

She then directly pressed the phone firmly against Du Jie's ear.

The dagger in her other hand remained steadily pressed against his neck; if he dared utter half a lie or half a plea for help, the next second she could slit his throat.

Du Jie's whole body went rigid, not daring to breathe.

Du Jie listened to the familiar voice coming from the other end of the phone.

Du Jie's tears fell uncontrollably, his voice shaking so badly it was almost incoherent.

Du Jie, voice trembling with tears, uttered word by word to the person on the other end:

"Uncle Wang... it's me, Du Jie... you, you immediately mobilize the group's available funds; I, I need 100 billion right now, not a cent less..."

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Wang, hearing Du Jie's trembling, broken voice full of sobs, instantly sensed something was off?

Uncle Wang's tone was full of shock and urgency, he hurriedly asked:

"Young master? What's wrong? Why does your sound seem so off? What happened? Is someone bullying you?"

He had followed the Du family for many years, never having heard Du Jie speak in such a panicked, fearful tone.

Du Jie was shaken by the intense pain in both hands... and the chill at his neck... making his whole body tremble.

Du Jie could no longer hold back, choking with tears, he said:

"I... I'm in Jiangnan, I've been kidnapped... Uncle Wang, don't ask more, quickly prepare the money, not a cent less, otherwise... otherwise I'll die!"

Du Jie dared not say another word, fearing Qin Bore's impatience would prompt her to strike him again.

"What?!" Uncle Wang on the other end instantly flew into a rage.

Uncle Wang's voice suddenly rose, full of disbelief and fury,

"Outrageous! Who dares be so bold as to kidnap our Shangqing Group's young master?! Tell me who it is, I'll immediately mobilize men, flatten Jiangnan, and rescue you!"

Uncle Wang, who roamed the Underground Jianghu of Huhai with impunity, had never seen anyone dare provoke the Shangqing Group like this, let alone kidnap Du Jie.

Seeing this, Qin Bore snatched the phone from Du Jie's ear.

Qin Bore gripped the phone tightly with her fingertips, her tone icy and bone-chilling, without a word of excess, she spoke solemnly into the receiver:

"It's me, Divine Phoenix Group, Qin Bore. Du Jie is in my hands; I kidnapped him. If you're sensible, quickly prepare 100 billion, no nonsense with me, otherwise you'll be waiting to collect Du Jie's corpse."

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Wang, hearing Qin Bore's voice, felt his anger intensify, yet also grew a bit wary.

He had also heard of the Divine Phoenix Group's name, but never imagined Qin Bore would actually dare to kidnap Du Jie.

In the call, Uncle Wang suppressed his anger, attempting to negotiate:

"Qin Bore, do you know what you're doing? Du Young Master is the heir of the Shangqing Group; kidnapping him makes you an enemy of the entire Shangqing Group! I advise you to release Du Young Master quickly, otherwise the Shangqing Group will surely make you and the Divine Phoenix Group pay a heavy price!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Bore's mouth corner curled a trace of icy mockery.

Qin Bore's eyes turned ruthless; the hand holding the dagger... without hesitation stabbed toward Du Jie's ribs.

"Pfft!" a sound!

The dagger... precisely pierced Du Jie's ribs, blood instantly spurted from the wound, staining his clothes and splashing the ground.

"Ah——!!!"

Heart-rending pain... instantly swept over Du Jie's entire body, more intense than having his palm pierced.

Du Jie completely broke down, exerting all his strength to roar, he screamed wildly into the phone:

"Uncle Wang! Hurry and prepare the money! Quick! Don't waste words with her! She really dares to kill me! Please, quickly prepare 100 billion, save me!"

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Wang, hearing Du Jie's horrific, ultimate wail, felt the last sliver of hope in his heart vanish completely.

Uncle Wang knew Qin Bore meant what she said; he dared not gamble.

Helpless, Uncle Wang in the call could only suppress his anger, gritting his teeth, he said:

"Okay! I promise you! 100 billion, I'll have people prepare it right away; you must absolutely not harm the Young Master, I will surely get the money over as soon as possible!"

Qin Bore nodded satisfactorily, then coldly said into the phone:

Be sensible, within half an hour transfer one hundred billion to the Divine Phoenix Group's corporate account; be short even a cent or dare to play tricks, and I will break a bone of Du Jie.