Chapter 456: Chen Shaokang's Ultimate Humiliation

If you don't stop now, your fate will sooner or later be the same as Uncle Cai's!

——Zheng Qingxuan's words hit him like a sudden blow to the head, making Zheng Canghai shudder, his heart churning with waves that would not settle for Along time.

Upon reflection, his daughter's words were not without reason.

Who often walks by the river will inevitably get his shoes wet.

Since Fan Donglin appeared, Haishan's situation has become increasingly delicate!

Not only did the Sea Dragon Society see internal life‑and‑death strife, but the political arena also staged an unprecedented "Guo Yu Conflict," making the atmosphere unusually tense.

It was as if an invisible hand were pushing from behind, fanning the flames!

In just one night, it pushed the magnates of both official and business circles onto the storm's eye, laying bare everyone's ambitions.

Just thinking about it made Zheng Canghai feel uneasy.

Fan Donglin, a mere merchant in his early thirties, newly arrived, could actually toy with the magnates of both official and business circles in the palm of his hand—such scheming is nothing short of terrifying.

At this moment, Zheng Canghai suddenly felt the urge to retire into seclusion.

Like a dragon lurking in the depths, he sought neither high rank nor great wealth, only to come ashore safe and sound, so his daughter would not constantly worry about his affairs.

The wealth he held was already enough to clothe and feed three generations of his family without worry.

Zheng Canghai pulled out his phone and sent his son Along message: "Have you ever thought that you've actually been led by the nose by Fan Donglin all along?

After he meets Cai Yang, you go kill Cai Yang.

He takes away Aunt Huang, and you go kill Aunt Huang.

You think you're cutting off his attack lines, but in fact he's guiding you to kill. Those you've killed are all the scum he dislikes.

You have become a tool in his hand!

He's using you to clear out those who get in his way, and in the end he'll emerge spotless, while all the blame falls on our Zheng Family.

Our Zheng Family is only half a step away from ruin.

Come back quickly!"

When that message reached Zheng Sanshui's phone, he had already brought a dozen or so thugs to the demolition resettlement area.

Zheng Sanshui pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and smirked with a sideways mouth: "Who do you think you're looking down on? Damn old fool!" He then tossed the phone to the underling beside him.

What he sensed between the lines was not his father's advice.

What he sensed was a ruthless mockery, mocking his wit as inferior to Fan Donglin's, mocking his being led by the nose by Fan Donglin……

The more his father looked down on him, the more he wanted to prove his own strength.

He pulled a baseball bat from the car, pointed it toward Chen Shaokang's house, and shouted: "Come on, take down that little cop for me!

Chen Shaokang had just left the hospital this morning and had been home less than half an hour.

He was being scolded by his wife.

Wu Qin spat out that he was a good‑for‑nothing, that he was stubborn and dense, that he worked for Fan Donglin, got beaten up and hospitalized, yet didn't even ask Fan Donglin for compensation.

"I can't be bothered with you."

"A man needs face, a tree needs bark." Chen Shaokang had no interest in arguing with her, went back to his room, grabbed a clean set of clothes, and prepared to head to the bathhouse to wash off this bad luck.

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly kicked open, and a dozen or so thugs wielding sticks rushed in.

Wu Qin screamed in terror, the fierce spirit she'd just shown in calling her husband a good‑for‑nothing vanished without a trace, and now she shrank back, hands and feet trembling.

Chen Shaokang's face also turned pale with shock.

He instinctively shielded Wu Qin behind him and demanded: "Who are you? What do you want in broad daylight?!

"Brother Shui has something to ask you—cut the crap! You'll suffer less if you cooperate."

After the thug finished speaking, he stepped aside, and at that moment Zheng Sanshui, holding the baseball bat reversed on his shoulder, swaggered over.

Chen Shaokang glared: "Zheng Sanshui, what do you want now? I warn you, don't cause trouble!"

"Speak politely, call me Brother Shui." Zheng Sanshui glanced at Chen Shaokang, then at Wu Qin hiding behind him, and a playful smile curled his lips.

Chen Shaokang instinctively backed away, shielding Wu Qin behind him: "Zheng Sanshui, get out! My house doesn't welcome your kind."

"Fine, I'm leaving."

Zheng Sanshui pretended to leave, took a step, then suddenly turned and swung the bat, smashing it hard into Chen Shaokang's head.

Never mind that Chen Shaokang doesn't have iron‑head skill.

Even if he had iron‑head skill, this blow would leave his head ringing and his scalp red! Zheng Sanshui struck with full force, giving it his all—he would never hold back and use only ninety percent.

One strike came down.

Chen Shaokang was dazed, clutching his bleeding head as he crouched on the floor, mute with pain.

Wu Qin, standing behind, also turned pale with fright, instinctively stepped back two paces, and stammered to Zheng Sanshui: "Brother Shui, he… his business has nothing to do with me……

"Look at how sensible your wife is—she even knows to call me Brother Shui." Zheng Sanshui tapped Chen Shaokang's shoulder with the bat, smirking: "If you'd just spoken politely, you wouldn't have ended up with a split head."

"……!!!"

Chen Shaokang still sat with his hand over his head, silent and dazed.

Then Zheng Sanshui gave a glance to his left and right; a few thugs moved forward, lifted Chen Shaokang up, held him in an arm‑lock like a prisoner, and brought him before Zheng Sanshui.

Blood from his head trickled down his forehead.

Chen Shaokang could no longer feel the pain, his eyes blazing at Zheng Sanshui: "What do you want from me?!'

"Nothing much, I just want to ask you something." Zheng Sanshui asked leisurely, smiling: "Where did Fan Donglin take that dead old lady of the Huang Family?"

"You should ask Boss Fan about that—I don't know!"

"You're clueless again!"

Before his words even finished, Zheng Sanshui swung the bat horizontally and smashed it hard into Chen Shaokang's stomach.

Although Chen Shaokang's arms were restrained, he still doubled over, letting out a low, muffled groan, his face turning livid.

Seeing him in such pain, Zheng Sanshui became unusually excited.

Zheng Sanshui lifted Chen Shaokang's chin with a baseball bat, laughing mockingly: "I admit, I came to you because I can't get close to Fan Donglin's person. Speaking of strength, my men really can't match his. But dealing with you is more than enough—crushing you is as easy as squashing an ant."

"You're nothing but a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong!" Chen Shaokang snarled through gritted teeth.

Zheng Sanshui snorted and replied: "I'll ask you one last time—where exactly did Fan Donglin put the Huang family's dead old lady?"

"I won't tell you even if I knew—let alone that I don't know!"

Chen Shaokang glared, his anger sinking to his dantian as he gritted his teeth and tensed his whole body, steeling himself to endure further blows.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Sanshui casually tossed the baseball bat aside.

This left Chen Shaokang stunned.

Just as Chen Shaokang thought he could escape, the next second his eyes bulged in shock and he strained: "Zheng Sanshui! You beast! Let go of my wife!"

His struggle was futile; his arms were pinned down firmly by the burly thugs.

Zheng Sanshui dismissed Chen Shaokang's roar with contempt.

He slipped one arm around Wu Qin's waist and with the other hand teasingly lifted her chin: "Today, I'll have your wife right before your eyes—what can you do about it?"

As he spoke, Zheng Sanshui tightened his grip around her waist.

Wu Qin instinctively let out a soft "uh," her body pressed tightly against Zheng Sanshui's chest like a toy to be played with; she not only didn't resist, but reached out to touch his face.