Chapter 682: with translation of chapter title

「Qian Youcai that fence-sitter, probably deserves to be cut! 」

Now Li Hengbo not only has a sinister gaze and arrogant tone, his personality is also quite split.

One second his self-esteem was through the roof, he was training He Qixi like a dog.

The next second he turned the topic to Qian Youqian, as if nothing had just happened, his eyes only holding interest in harvesting the fence-sitter.

He issued an unquestionable command: "Go, bring the surname Qian to me! Immediately! Right now! I want him to clearly know what the fate of being blown over by the wind on both sides is!"

"Yes, boss."

He Qixi showed no hesitation whatsoever, turning and walking out of this ward filled with malice.

This is also a way to stay away from the perverse demon; rather than stand here being trained like a dog by the demon, it's better to go carry out the mission.

Soon after.

Qian Youcai, hiding in his own villa, panicked and unable to calm down all day, received a call from He Qixi.

Hearing the ice-cold, unyielding "Li Zong wants to see you" from the other end of the phone, Qian Youcai's hand gripping the phone instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Great calamity approaches!

Only these four words remained in his mind.

Li Hengbo seeking him out at this critical juncture bodes no good! Either he's forcing him to declare his allegiance, or he's discovered his wavering and plans to use him to make an example, even……

He dared not think further; the few stolen "spy photos" floated before his eyes like a nightmare.

"He... Mr. He, I... I'm not feeling well, could we..." Qian Youcai tried to find an excuse to struggle, his voice visibly trembling.

On the other end of the phone.

He Qixi's voice had no emotional fluctuation: "Mr. Qian, the car is already waiting downstairs for you. Feeling unwell, it's perfect to come to the hospital so Li Zong can examine you. Please don't make things difficult for me."

The threatening meaning in those words was crystal clear to Qian Youcai.

He slumped onto the sofa, face ashen, knowing he couldn't escape. He struggled to rise, as if marching to the execution ground, moving step by step downstairs.

Downstairs, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan was indeed parked there; the window rolled down, revealing He Qixi's expressionless face.

Qian Youcai gritted his teeth, and ultimately resignedly opened the car door and got in.

As the car just started and slowly drove out of the villa area, Qian Youcai's heart sank with the speed, as if being dragged toward an unfathomable abyss of uncertain fortune.

However……

Just as the Mercedes-Benz reached the entrance of the residential complex.

Ahead, a black Range Rover suddenly accelerated forward, then slammed on the brakes, firmly stopping the black Mercedes-Benz that was about to leave the complex.

The distance between the two vehicles was only about ten centimeters,

barely avoiding a collision.

"Damn it! How are you driving!" the Mercedes driver stuck his head out the window and hurled abuse at the Range Rover driver ahead.

He Qixi, sitting in the back seat with Qian Youcai, frowned, keenly sensing that something was off.

Just as he was about to get out to check, he saw the Range Rover driver open the door and step out.

This driver was no one else.

It was Lin Dongfan's personal bodyguard and driver—Lao Ba, a tough guy who had survived being shot.

Lao Ba strode straight to the Mercedes, his burly build like a wall.

He knocked on the window and, expressionless, shouted at He Qixi: "Please move aside, our Master Fan wants to ask Mr. Qian a few words."

Master Fan!

Sure enough, it's that damned Lin Dongfan!

Inside the car, Qian Youcai's heart jumped violently, instantly surging with a despair greater than death itself; "Damn it, I came out to handle something, how did I get intercepted right on by the Lin surname?"

He Qixi's face darkened, and he pushed open the door to get out.

Steeling himself, he confronted Lao Ba: "Brother, Mr. Qian is the person our Li Zong wants to see; everything has its order, right? If Mr. Lin has something to say, let him wait until after Mr. Qian sees Li Zong."

"First come, first served?" Lao Ba snorted, pointing back at the Range Rover: "Can you see the license plate? You're talking about first come, first served with Jing A five six? Do you even know what that means?"

"……!!!"

He Qixi glanced back at the jumble of numbers on his own license plate, a hint of inexplicable sorrow appearing on his face.

Damn it, the strength gap is laid bare here; indeed, we don't even have a six.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and ready to explode.

At that moment, the rear door of the Range Rover slowly opened, and Lin Dongfan stepped out of the car, the first thing he did upon exiting being to put on his dazzlingly cool sunglasses.

When it comes to pretending and showing off, Master Fan has never been vague.

His gaze swept from He Qixi over and landed directly on Qian Youcai: "Mr. Qian, you seem quite busy; do you have to queue up to meet me? Get out of the car, I'll grant you your wish."

Hearing that, Qian Youcai, sitting in the car, turned deathly pale.

Suddenly he felt like Tang Sanzang facing the eighty-one tribulations, with all kinds of monsters wanting to strip his skin and then chop him into eighteen pieces.

Damn, they actually hold Qian Youcai in such high regard, treating him like a dish!

Qian Youcai looked at the two people confronting each other outside the car and instantly fell into an awkward dilemma where neither staying put nor getting out worked; in short, nothing was possible.

He Qixi blocked the car door with his flesh and blood, staring straight at Lin Dongfan: "Mr. Lin, please don't make things difficult for me; Li Zong is still waiting at the hospital!"

Lin Dongfan seemed not to hear, merely raising his chin slightly at Lao Ba.

Lao Ba understood, ceasing to waste words with He Qixi; his gaze swept over and spotted a thumb-thick piece of threaded steel, used to secure scaffolding, tossed beside the roadside construction barrier.

He walked over, bent down to pick it up, and hefted its weight in his hand.

Quite heavy!

Then he gripped the threaded steel at both ends with both hands, his arm muscles bulging, and shouted loudly: "You believe I can bend you or not!"

As his words fell, the thumb-thick threaded steel was bent into a curve.

Almost at the same moment, He Qixi, who had broken out in a black line from shock, instinctively clenched his legs into an X shape, as if his soul had taken ten thousand points of explosive damage.

As a bodyguard, He Qixing naturally witnessed many violent scenes.

But 'bending' something like this, he had truly never encountered it before! At this moment he inexplicably felt that Lao Ba, this lunatic, wanted to bend not just that piece of rebar.

He Qixing asked weakly: 'You're threatening me?!'

'Threat? What joke, we're civilized people.' Lao Ba tossed the rebar that had been bent into a U-shape aside, then sized up He Qixing's butt: 'No hemorrhoids, right?'

...!!!

He Qixing, with a black line of defeat on his forehead, gritted his teeth and uttered a semblance of death-defying resolve: 'My head may be cut, my blood may flow, but my integrity cannot be lost!'

'Speak human language! I don't understand.' Lao Ba's eyes were like knives, staring straight at He Qixing.

He Xingqi, steeling himself, replied: 'I have hemorrhoids, I'm afraid of pain. More importantly, I really can't bend that rebar; you win this round, boss, please go ahead.'

Having said that, he opened the car door himself and respectfully asked Lao Ba to take Qian Youcai away.