Chapter 94: Deadly Blow

Shang Weiliang is still under thirty years old.

Before, when he was out, he was the unrestrained and arrogant Little Shang Chief, not only liking to go to nightclubs to go wild, but also liking to throw parties in private mansions.

Limited-edition vintage champagne costing tens of thousands per bottle.

Amid the crowd's revelry, they lift it, shake it, then release the huge pressure generated by the alcohol molecules, just to hear the loud bang when the champagne spurts.

In the entertainment circle, those eighteenth-tier starlets desperate to become famous overnight, as well as the so-called socialites dreaming of marrying into wealthy families, are all eager to attend his private parties.

Some women feel it's an honor to sleep with him, thinking it gives them a chance.

Some people only find out after going to the party with friends that it's merely Shang Weiliang's private concubine‑selecting party, and whether they can leave freely depends on their luck.

If unfortunately caught the eye of the Little Shang Chief.

Whether they were dragged into the pool to cool down or pressed face‑down on the table edge screaming in pain, after it was over they didn't dare call the police.

First of all, not to mention that leaking it would affect their reputation.

The public already holds a prejudice against the entertainment industry; if the police are called and the matter blows up, clueless onlookers often joke that it's just a disagreement over price, so they turn around and sue.

Shang Weiliang also seizes on these people's timid psychology, so he dares to act without restraint.

Just as Shang Weiliang once said to a certain eighteenth‑tier starlet:

"You came all this way, why pretend to be pure? I'm sleeping with you because I think highly of you! Want to ruin your reputation? I'll see it through to the end—crushing you is as easy as squashing an ant!"

Today's Shang Weiliang no longer has that former arrogance and unrestraint.

After spending a few days in Cold Mountain Detention Center, Shang Weiliang, like the other inmates, was assigned a personal ID number and wore a yellow vest.

In Cold Mountain Detention Center, those wearing yellow vests are different from those wearing blue vests.

Those wearing yellow vests signify involvement in serious heinous crimes, possibly facing life imprisonment or the death penalty; this is meant to remind those inside to be cautious when dealing with such people.

Shang Weiliang's head was also shaved bald.

His former domineering and overbearing aura has completely vanished, and his eyes have lost some of their sharpness.

When the detention center guards brought him before Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing, his complexion was ashen, as if he hadn't slept well in days, looking listless.

"Sit still! Don't move around."

The guards handcuffed Shang Weiliang's hands to the fixed chair, and he cooperated throughout, daring not to show the slightest rebellious feeling.

This made Yang Qing feel relieved.

It felt like Lin Dongfan should be able to get something out of Shang Weiliang today.

After the guards left, Yang Qing reminded Shang Weiliang: "Answer Captain Lin's questions honestly; don't hide anything, got it?"

Shang Weiliang glanced at Yang Qing, then at Lin Dongfan.

Then he fell silent.

Lin Dongfan stared straight into his eyes and asked: "Your father Shang Keqing—where in the United States was he being treated?"

"Dead."

Shang Weiliang didn't even think; when those two words came out, he felt nothing—it was as if he were talking about a stranger's life, not his father's.

Such an answer could only fool a child.

Who was Shang Keqing?

He used to be a minister‑level official in Nanzhou City; after leaving politics for business, he personally founded Shang Clan Media.

Given Shang Keqing's status in the entertainment industry, he may not be called a mogul, but he is at least a prominent investor, and the popular film and TV projects his company has invested in are currently airing.

If Shang Keqing really died in the United States, the media could not possibly stay silent.

Yang Qing slammed the table in warning: "Shang Weiliang! I was just thinking you should have learned how to cooperate by now—are you looking for trouble?"

That slap seemed to jolt Shang Weiliang's ashen fighting spirit awake.

His eyes also gained a hint of anger.

He stared at Yang Qing coldly and said: "You say I'm suspected of intentional homicide— the key is whether the person surnamed Lin died? An attempted crime just means a few years in prison; I accept my fate."

"You're just giving up! Be more positive!" Yang Qing urged patiently: "Think about how to make amends and strive for a lighter sentence—the opportunity is right in front of you."

"Don't go easy on me—I'm still young and can afford to wait."

Shang Weiliang replied nonchalantly.

This made Yang Qing's liver ache with frustration; he threw up his hands and passed the problem to Lin Dongfan: "This bastard won't budge—you ask him yourself."

By now Lin Dongfan had figured out that this guy just wanted to challenge him.

The key is, what ability do you have to challenge me?

Just because of that yellow vest you're wearing?

Or because you haven't brushed your teeth in three days?

Lin Dongfan calmly reminded Shang Weiliang: "It's not just a few years in prison—you're oversimplifying. You're also suspected of mass brawling and mass licentiousness…"

"So what? Can they sentence me to death?"

Shang Weiliang looked at Lin Dongfan like he was an idiot, as if everyone else were stupid and only he was smart.

Lin Dongfan replied without hesitation: "If several women step forward at once to accuse you of rape, the combined charges could land you a life sentence—no problem."

"You idiot, can't you understand human speech? Just answer whether they can sentence me to death!"

Shang Weiliang glared at Lin Dongfan, his voice rising considerably.

In this world, besides the death penalty, there seems to be no punishment that can make him yield.

Lin Dongfan smiled faintly: "The court can't sentence you to death, but I can make you suffer social death and take everything from you."

"Heh, even after I get out, I'll still be the Little Shang Chief of Shang Clan Media."

Shang Weiliang gradually regained his former arrogance and unrestraint.

Without waiting for Lin Dongfan to speak.

He then threatened Lin Dongfan further: "Don't you know money can make ghosts turn millstones? You idiot! Even if I'm locked up, I can still ruin you!"

"You don't seem to have heard me clearly; I said I can make you lose everything." Lin Dongfan said.

Shang Wuliang sneered: "When I was showing off in society, you were still a lackey in the system, and you dare to show off in front of me? Do you even qualify?"

"What is showing off?"

Lin Dongfan still wore a smile, not angry.

Even before coming here, he had already imagined the worst possible outcome of the interrogation, and the worst outcome was none other than this very scene—Shang Wuliang had made up his mind to race recklessly down the path of self-destruction.

I gave you a chance, and you're useless!

Then don't blame me for exterminating everyone!

Lin Dongfan calmly lit a cigarette, then leisurely opened the confession: "You are not Shang Qing's biological son, but the bastard of some leader next door. Once Shang Qing learns of this result, you will lose everything. For the rest of your life, you can only be your little Shang boss in your dreams—what qualifications do you have to act arrogant before me?"

"Lin Dongfan!!!"

If anger had an index, Shang Wuliang's anger index has obviously reached its peak.

If his hands weren't handcuffed to the fixed chair.

He would have jumped up already.

He glared with his bloodshot eyes, roaring like a rampaging beast: "If you dare to use this kind of trick against me, I'll wipe out your whole family!!!"

"Keep being wild, keep being arrogant, keep showing off—what's the rush, huh?"

Lin Dongfan puzzledly pressed on: "Tell me, what gives you the right to mess with my family? Is it because you're about to get a life sentence, or because you're about to be expelled from the Shang clan by Shang Qing?"

"Lin Dongfan!!! I'll fuck your whole family!!!"

As Shang Wuliang's roar echoed through the interrogation room, his bloodshot eyes also filled with desperate tears, more desperate than a death sentence.

This reminded Lin Dongfan of an old saying: "The pitiful always have something hateful about them."

Such trash—just looking at him once more feels dirty.

Lin Dongfan got up and left: "Enjoy your prison time; if you ever get a chance to get out in this life, remember to be human, not a beast."