Chapter 75: Acquire the Xuan Family

The two black-clad men outside did not enter the room, but the invisible pressure had already filled the small living room, as if the air had frozen into ice.

Lin Daqiang's lips trembled, his face pale as death, sweat instantly soaking his work uniform. He opened his mouth, wanting to plead, to say something—but under the gaze of those two emotionless eyes, every word stuck in his throat, leaving only meaningless murmurs: "I… we…"

"Please." The lead black-clad man spoke again, his voice low but carrying undeniable force.

Lin Weiwei had been paralyzed with fear, slumped on the sofa, unable to move. Her earlier resentment and defiance had been replaced by overwhelming terror. She finally understood clearly what kind of terrifying being she had provoked. Qin Feng's rage didn't even require his presence—merely the men he sent had already made her family's tiny world tremble on the brink of collapse.

Lin's mother trembled as she tried to support her daughter, but she herself could barely stand.

"Don't… don't hurt my daughter… we'll go with you, we'll go with you…" Lin Daqiang finally found his voice, pleading in a broken, tearful tone. He was no longer the angry father—just a pitiful man, bent by life, trembling before absolute power.

The two black-clad men made no further movement, stepping aside to clear the path.

Lin Daqiang helped his nearly collapsed wife to her feet, then pulled his stiff, frozen daughter along. The three of them, like lambs led to slaughter, stumbled down the dilapidated staircase under the "escort" of the black-clad men. Some neighbors peered curiously from their doors—but upon meeting the cold gaze of the men, they immediately pulled back and slammed their doors shut.

Outside the compound, two black Maybachs were parked, their sleek bodies gleaming with a chilling luster in the dim light, utterly out of place amid the surrounding decay.

The Lin family was ushered into the rear vehicle. The interior was spacious and luxurious, but the three sat as if on needles, breathing with cautious restraint.

The car started silently, gliding smoothly and swiftly away from the old neighborhood where they had lived for years.

…

At the other end of the city, in the President Suite of a top-tier five-star hotel.

Qin Feng stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the glittering cityscape below. His expression was calm, but the deep ink swirling in his eyes was darker than the night outside.

Behind him, a sharp-featured assistant wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood respectfully, quietly reporting the preliminary findings.

"Director Qin, we've confirmed it. That Lin Weiwei comes from an ordinary family—both parents are factory workers. Her image as a 'rich girl' at school was mainly maintained by scrimping, borrowing money to buy luxury goods, and… dating a collateral branch member of the local second-tier family, the Xuan Family: Xuan Hao. When the water-throwing incident occurred, Xuan Hao was present and did nothing to stop her—possibly even encouraged it."

"Xuan Family?" Qin Feng turned slowly, his voice icy.

"Yes. Primarily involved in construction materials and catering, with assets estimated around two to three billion—barely qualifies as a local power in this city." The assistant replied swiftly and handed over a Tablet Computer displaying detailed information on the Xuan Family.

Qin Feng took the Tablet, scanning its contents rapidly. Moments later, a cold smile curled at his lips.

"Two to three billion? A local power?" He let out a soft, derisive hum, returning the Tablet to the assistant. "Prepare to acquire it."

The assistant's pupils contracted slightly, but he offered no question, immediately bowing: "Understood, Director Qin. Shall we proceed under Qin Feng Pharmaceuticals, or through an offshore company…?"

"Use Yaofeng Capital." Qin Feng spoke calmly. Yaofeng Capital was one of the investment empire's covert tentacles, built with system funds and his own profits—more discreet and faster. "I want preliminary agreements transferring control of the Xuan Family's core assets within twenty-four hours. Price may be 10% above market value—but the only condition is speed."

He would make everyone know what it cost to harm his sister. One Lin Weiwei was far from enough. She wanted to flaunt herself using Xuan Hao's status? Then he would uproot the very foundation of her arrogance.

"Yes!" The assistant responded without hesitation, immediately stepping aside to make calls, mobilizing resources. The vast capital machine, stirred by Qin Feng's casual words, began to operate at full speed for the sake of a minor local family.

At that moment, a soft knock came at the suite door.

Another bodyguard entered and whispered: "Mr. Qin, the Lin family has been brought."

Qin Feng's coldness deepened. He adjusted his cuff and walked to the main seat in the living room, sitting down.

"Bring them in."

…

The Lin family was brought in. Seeing the opulent suite and Qin Feng—youthful yet radiating an overwhelming aura—Lin Daqiang's legs buckled, nearly collapsing to his knees. Lin's mother dared not lift her head. Lin Weiwei's face turned as white as paper, her body shaking like a leaf in autumn wind.

"M-Mr. Qin…" Lin Daqiang's voice trembled, choked with tears. "I'm sorry! I'm truly sorry! I failed to raise my daughter properly! She… she was immature, she insulted your sister! Please, show mercy! Spare her this time! We'll pay! We'll pay anything—even if we lose everything!"

Qin Feng did not look at Lin Daqiang. His gaze, like a cold surgical blade, landed directly on Lin Weiwei.

"You poured boiling water on my sister?" His voice was calm, yet Lin Weiwei felt as if a venomous snake had coiled around her neck.

"I… I…" Lin Weiwei's teeth chattered, unable to form a complete sentence.

"Look up." Qin Feng commanded.

Lin Weiwei was forced to raise her head, meeting Qin Feng's bottomless eyes—and instantly, her soul froze.

"It seems you enjoy bullying others with your so-called 'status.'" Qin Feng spoke slowly, his tone unreadable. "Do you believe your boyfriend, Xuan Hao, the Xuan Family, can protect you?"

Lin Weiwei's pupils shrank, a surge of dread rising within her.

At that moment, Qin Feng's assistant stepped forward with a still-connected phone and whispered: "Director Qin, Xuan Mingcheng, the current Family Head of the Xuan Family, is calling. He seems to have heard the news and wishes to plead with you."

Qin Feng glanced at the phone but did not take it. Instead, he spoke clearly enough for the caller to hear—and for the Lin family to understand:

"Tell Xuan Mingcheng, there's no need to plead. Have him prepare to sign. Yaofeng Capital will acquire all core assets of the Xuan Family at a 10% premium over market value. This is the price his family member paid for failing to control his associates."

A single sentence exploded like thunder in the living room.

Lin Daqiang and his wife were utterly stunned. They didn't understand "Yaofeng Capital," but they understood "acquire all core assets of the Xuan Family." Because Xuan Hao was Lin Weiwei's boyfriend and didn't stop her? Qin Feng would… buy out the entire Xuan Family?

How tyrannical! How immense the wealth and power!

Lin Weiwei was struck as if by lightning, completely numb. Her greatest shield—the very foundation she used to flaunt herself before Qin Yu and maintain dignity among classmates—the Xuan Family—was about to be crushed by this man's casual hand?

She finally understood what kind of being she had provoked. It wasn't just wealth—it was the power to decide life and death… a Shenhou.

Qin Feng's gaze returned to Lin Weiwei's ashen face, as if looking at a tiny ant.

"As for you…" He paused, his tone chilling.

Lin Weiwei could no longer hold herself up. She collapsed with a thud, tears and snot streaming down her face. Her former arrogance and malice vanished—leaving only primal fear and desperate pleading:

"I'm sorry! Mr. Qin! I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong! Please spare me! I'll never do it again! I'll beg Qin Yu on my knees for forgiveness! Please…!"

Watching her disgraceful state, Qin Feng felt only revulsion.

"Your apology is worthless."

He waved his hand, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

"Take her away. Notify the police. Process her according to standard procedure. And," he turned to the assistant, "after acquiring the Xuan Family, conduct a full investigation into everyone connected to the Xuan Family and this Lin Weiwei. I do not wish to see their faces again in any respectable setting."

The power of capital was laid bare in this moment—not only could it create miracles, it could also… effortlessly crush any obstacle.

"Yes, Director Qin!"

Lin Weiwei was dragged away screaming in despair; Lin Daqiang and his wife were led out, hollow-eyed. The living room fell silent.

Qin Feng walked to the window, gazing at the still-bustling night view outside, his eyes cold.

"Xiao Yu, brother has avenged you. Everyone who hurt you… none will escape."

The night was still long—and the nightmare for the Xuan Family had only just begun.