Chapter 710: with translation of chapter title

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The voice coming from the phone was not Chu Lingxi's.

It was a cold electronic prompt tone.

Xu Yaqiu nervously clutched the phone, her hands shaking like sifting chaff, her face ashen as paper, tears streaming nonstop.

Dial again.

Still a busy tone.

Faced with Li Hengbo's threat, Xu Yaqiu dared not pause for a moment, then dialed a third time.

This time the call finally went through.

To show Li Hengbo her sincerity, Xu Yaqiu turned on the phone's speakerphone, and soon Chu Lingxi's voice came through: 'Hello, who is this?'

"Lingxi, it's me, Yaqiu…" Xu Yaqiu hastily wiped a tear, struggled to compose herself, and squeezed out an embarrassed smile: "Do you have time? Let's meet…"

"Yaqiu? Who are you? Do I know you?"

Chu Lingxi on the other end, at this moment her wit seemed not disconnected, she fired three bewildered retorts in a row, leaving Xu Yaqiu looking utterly baffled.

Xu Yaqiu gave a bitter smile: 'Lingxi, we were at least classmates, how could you…'

"You dialed the wrong number, bye-bye."

Chu Lingxi on the other end was about to hang up after saying that.

Xu Yaqiu urgently called out: 'Wait, Chu Lingxi, you're giving me face, huh?!' In an instant, Xu Yaqiu dropped the act, pulled a stern face and threatened Chu Lingxi: 'I have a small video of your husband cheating; don't you want to see it? If you don't, I'll post the video online for the whole nation to gawk at.'

This is a double kill!

One sentence, stabbing Chu Lingxi twice!

First stab: your husband cheated! Second stab: I'll ruin your whole family's reputation!

Chu Lingxi on the other end stayed silent for a while before replying: 'What do you want?'

"Nothing much, just want to meet you. I'll send you an address; come alone, no bodyguards…" Xu Yaqiu didn't finish her sentence.

Chu Lingxi firmly replied: 'I don't believe my husband would cheat; stop trying to fool me, goodbye.' She then hung up directly, without a hint of hesitation.

In that moment, the scene fell into dead silence.

Li Hengbo stared fixedly at Xu Yaqiu; the last trace of warmth in his gaze vanished completely, leaving only the icy coldness of looking at a corpse.

His chest heaved violently, the bloodstain on the gauze expanded another ring, yet he seemed to feel no pain.

"Trash!"

Li Hengbo, gritting his teeth, almost squeezed those two words out from between his teeth.

His voice was frighteningly angry.

Xu Yaqiu burst into tears, helplessly pleading: 'Husband, I… I already did as you said; it's her… she doesn't believe me…'

"Your character has been squandered by you; that's why she doesn't believe you!"

Li Hengbo gave her no further chance.

He turned and drew a pistol from Laogui's waist; the motion was somewhat slowed by his pain, but his grip on the gun was steady.

The next second.

Li Hengbo then pressed the gun muzzle against Xu Yaqiu's forehead.

"You cripple! Don't go too far!"

Xu Yaqiu, who had been frightened and helpless, now erupted with long‑pent‑up anger.

She ignored the gun pressed to her forehead.

She shouted at Li Hengbo: 'I've been married to you for years! I bore you a son! You're out there fooling around, hooking up with little vixens! Usually I just turned a blind eye, letting you play! Now that you can't beat Lin Dongfan, you take it out on me! You useless trash! What right do you have to scold…'

"Bang!!!"

As the gunshot rang out, Xu Yaqiu's angry tirade was cut off abruptly.

Her body fell back stiffly, a shocking blood hole left on her forehead, her eyes still holding the fury of her final moment, dying with eyes open.

Li Hengbo held the gun, coldly observing all this: 'Indeed a born‑lowly person; God gave you a silver tongue, yet you use it to curse your husband—what good is keeping you?'

Laogui looked on expressionlessly, grabbed an old tarp from the corner, and covered the corpse.

Whether in his past life or this one, this was Li Hengbo's first time killing someone with his own hands. The feeling… was just that, in Li Hengbo's view, traitors deserved to die.

Li Hengbo casually tossed the gun to Laogui: 'I don't want to see that lowly person again.'

"Understood."

Laogui nodded, dragged the tarp‑wrapped corpse toward an inconspicuous iron door deep in the partition, which seemed to lead to a more hidden space.

Li Hengbo stumbled back to his chair and took another big gulp of strong liquor.

Even though the alcohol numbed the pain, the wound still hurt, it was useless, but his thoughts became unusually clear.

Li Hengbo pondered:

Now Chu Lingxi is clearly hardened by harsh life, no longer the naïve sweet girl of before; she's on guard now, making it hard to act against her.

Acting directly against Lin Dongfan? That's courting death.

That damned Lin Dongfan, whether it's himself or his escort beside him, their strength is formidable; ordinarily you can't even get close to him.

Hiding in the dark and shooting that damned fellow?

No way!

That would be too lenient for him; we must make him suffer! Let him feel the agony of death by a thousand cuts while alive! Let him taste the torment of being sliced a thousand times! Let him wish he were dead!

Let him also taste the anguish of losing loved ones, of heart‑rending grief!

……

In Li Hengbo's bloodshot eyes, a flicker of mad rage passed; he recalled Lin Dongfan's son, Lin Fusheng!

That eight‑year‑old brat is the hope of the Lin Family!

Let's just take that little brat and make a move!

Wipe out the Lin family's hope, and the pain will be felt by the whole Lin clan— isn't that far more satisfying than blasting that bastard Lin Dongfan with a single shot?

"Laogui, come back!" Li Hengbo growled lowly toward the iron door.

Laogui quickly returned, his hands wet, wiping them.

"Call that useless He Qixing to see me! Immediately! Right now!" Li Hengbo ordered.

Laogui didn't ask further, took out another phone, dialed a number, and said a few words in a low voice.

One hour later.

The back door of the warehouse was lightly knocked, three long, two short.

Laogui opened the door; the drenched, panicked He Qixing slipped inside. Seeing Li Hengbo still alive, He Qixing first breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately grew fearful at the gruesome sight and oppressive atmosphere.

"Boss…" He Qixing's voice trembled: "The crackdown outside is too strict; the whole city is full of police and surveillance—I had to take a huge detour just…"

"Shut up!"

Li Hengbo cut him off, his eyes sinister: 'I'll give you a task; if you pull it off, I'll wipe the slate clean of what happened before. Then I'll give you some money and send you abroad. If you screw up…'

He didn't continue, but his gaze flicked to that iron door.

He Qixing followed his gaze and dimly saw a human shape under the tarp, as well as the mottled bloodstain dragged across the floor, and instantly his nerves went taut.

He Qixing steeled himself and replied: 'Tell me what to do—I'll go through blades and fire, I'll definitely get it done!'

"Go get Lin Dongfan's son, Lin Fuxing, and bring him to me!" Li Hengbo ordered, word by word, allowing no mistake.

He Qixing's face went 'whoosh' white: 'Kidnap… kidnapping? Boss, if we kidnap someone from the Lin family, Lin Zhenhua's side will definitely…'

"What's wrong with Lin Zhenhua? Does he have three heads and six arms? Without power, he's nothing!"

"As the saying goes, the barefoot fear not the shod; now Li Hengbo has lost the Rebirth Group and become a wanted criminal— truly, there's hardly anyone left who can make him wary."

He left no room for doubt as he analyzed with He Qixing: 'That bastard Lin Dongfan will definitely send bodyguards to protect that little brat. But the brat has to go to school, so the guards can't be with him 24/7. Go to the school, find the chance and strike! No matter what method you use, I want to see the person before sunset tomorrow!'

"I… I'm afraid… on my own…" He Qixing broke out in a cold sweat.

"Laogui will help you, providing tools and an escape route." Li Hengbo stared straight at He Qixing: "But the person who makes the move must be you! This is your last chance—prove you're not a waste!"

He Qixing looked into Li Hengbo's eyes, crazy yet filled with a death wish, knowing he had no retreat, he nodded helplessly: 'I… I'll do my best…'

"Your best?"

Just thinking back to when he escaped the hospital, the He Qixing who should have been guarding the ward door wasn't there, and Li Hengbo's inner anger shot straight to his head.

Li Hengbo suddenly grabbed a beer bottle nearby and smashed it hard onto He Qixing's head.

With a crack.

The beer bottle shattered, glass shards and liquor splashing onto He Qixing's head. He Qixing stood there like a log, not daring to move a muscle.

At this moment.

He Qixing really was angry but dared not speak.

Because Laogui was holding a gun, pointing it at him from behind.

Li Hengbo coldly stared at He Qixing: 'Listen, I don't want your best—I want it done! If I don't see Lin Dongfan's son by tomorrow night, you don't come back!'