Chapter 209: Why Can't You Be a Bit More Sincere With Me?

Death‑like silence.

Tang Zhong clutched that eerie blue key—

his final trump card, also his only veil of shame.

And opposite him.

Su Ming's Smile Mask was slowly collapsing.

The original mockery turned into a bottomless pool of dead water.

He tilted his head slightly, and in his eyes…

a hint of chilling horror appeared!

"Heh."

A light laugh.

Magu's delicate body beside him shivered.

So familiar!

It's here!

This is the scent!

On that night in Chengnan Xiaoqu, before Wang got angry, this was the expression he showed.

Then, she was pressed to the ground and rubbed!

Magu bit her lower lip hard, her gaze hazy as she stared at Su Ming's profile, breathing rapidly.

Wang… are you going to tear this old thing apart?

So looking forward…

"Old Tang…"

Su Ming finally spoke, his voice unreasonably gentle.

"Why… are you just disobedient?"

"I already said, be more sincere, less scheming."

Tang Zhong looked at the somewhat sickly Su Ming, his hair standing on end in an instant.

"Don't… don't act recklessly! If we accidentally press it, everyone will be doomed!"

"Shh—"

Su Ming raised his slender index finger, gently touching his lips, making a shushing gesture.

His expression was puzzled, even a bit aggrieved.

"Why are you shouting?"

"You're being… very impolite."

He reached out, leisurely fixing Tang Zhong's crooked tie.

His fingertips, cold, brushed across Tang Zhong's Adam's apple, intentionally or not.

It made the other stiff all over, as if falling into an ice cave.

"I am a reasonable person."

"I give you face, you must keep it."

Su Ming's voice suddenly lowered.

"But you scare me with that broken key…"

"That's giving face and taking it away!"

Boom!

Without any warning!

Su Ming's hand, which had been adjusting the tie, instantly turned into a fist, wind swirling, smashing heavily onto Tang Zhong's old face.

Bang—!

Tang Zhong didn't even have time to scream; a few broken teeth, mixed with blood, flew out.

His whole body, as if struck head‑on by a high‑speed truck, slammed onto the solid‑wood office desk behind him!

"Ah—!!!"

The tabletop shattered, wood chips scattering.

Tang Zhong fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Clang—!

The key, regarded as his life, rolled aside with a crisp sound.

Before he could catch his breath, a Black Shadow already loomed.

Su Ming stepped forward a large stride, one hand instantly gripping Tang Zhong's face!

His five fingers tightened, exerting force.

Like lifting a chicken about to be slaughtered, he hoisted him hard into the air!

The two faces pressed extremely close.

Tang Zhong could even see his own twisted, desperate, blood‑smeared face reflected in Su Ming's eyes.

"Look at me."

Su Ming's voice remained gentle, even quite courteous, yet the force from his hand increased inch by inch.

Tang Zhong endured excruciating pain, his eyes bloodshot.

"I told you, look at me!"

"You just said you wanted to die together with me?"

Su Ming tilted his head, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

"Since we both want to die…"

"Then why were your hands shaking just now?"

"Why didn't you press it down?"

"Ugh! Ugh!!"

Tang Zhong struggled desperately, his feet kicking wildly in the air.

A pair of hands tried to wrench Su Ming's wrist.

But it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—completely unmoving.

Magu, standing nearby, felt a scorching heat all over and breathed rapidly.

Right!

Exactly like this!

This kind of casually crushing another's dignity and life…

It's simply too captivating!

"Useless thing."

Seeing Tang Zhong unable to speak, Su Ming's interest vanished in an instant.

Like discarding a toy he was bored of, he swung his hand forcefully.

Bang—!

Tang Zhong was slammed hard onto the floor, the board trembling three times.

Immediately, a foot dropped without hesitation, crushing his chest heavily.

Crack—!

Ribs snapped, a crisp, pleasant sound.

"Aaaah—!!!"

A harrowing scream echoed through the hall.

Su Ming's face remained expressionless, his toe grinding mercilessly on the other's chest.

Just as if…

Crushing a still‑lit cigarette butt.

"Does it hurt?"

He leaned down, looking at Tang Zhong's blood‑splattered face, his tone puzzled.

"It must be painful, right?"

"But weren't you just now so daring, saying we'd die together?"

"Someone who isn't afraid of death—how could they fear pain?"

Slap!

Su Ming bent over, swung his hand back, and slapped Tang Zhong across the face!

"Answer me!"

Tang Zhong's head buzzed, stars flashing before his eyes, and two teeth flew out.

"Speak! Where was that ferocity just now? Where's your backbone?!"

Slap!

Another slap!

"Is this your sincerity? Is this your surrender?!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Su Ming fired in both directions, his movements mechanical, each swing splashing fresh blood.

A few drops of warm blood splattered onto Magu's hem.

She didn't dodge; instead, she shivered with excitement, admiring how the dress looked even better.

"Wang... well done!"

"That's how it should be! This kind of trash… crushing all his bones, that's all your blessing!"

Tang Zhong's already fraying will collapsed completely.

All the scheming, all the calculations, all the restraint.

In front of this unreasonable lunatic…

Not even a whimper!

"Stop... stop hitting..."

"Please..."

"I was wrong... I was wrong... sob sob sob..."

Tang Zhong begged incoherently, his face a blur of blood and flesh, stripped of any former dignity.

At this moment, he was just a mangy dog with a broken spine.

Su Ming watched the scene, and the malice in his eyes suddenly dissipated.

It felt bland and tasteless.

He released his grip, letting Tang Zhong slump on the ground like soggy mud.

"Wang, give!"

Magu, from somewhere, produced a pristine handkerchief and handed it to Su Ming.

Su Ming calmly took it and gently wiped the blood from his fingers.

His movements were graceful, his expression focused.

"Alas."

He let out a light sigh and crumpled the soiled handkerchief into a ball.

"I forgot to say..."

"I, for one, besides hating others threatening me..."

"I despise even more when others treat me as a fool!"

To trap him by every possible means, to scheme against him?

And still want to make him a scapegoat?

Heh!

Clack—!

The blood‑stained handkerchief was tossed casually by Su Ming.

It landed precisely over Tang Zhong's blood‑smeared face, covering the nauseating pleading expression.

It was as if a white sheet were laid over a corpse.

Then Su Ming tilted slightly, his gaze passing over the dead dog on the ground toward the tightly shut alloy Gate in the distance.

The performance is enough.

The foreplay is complete.

The main act... should be entering now, right?

If this can be forced out.

Then this Golden House, he truly intends to blow up today!

"Next!"

Su Ming's voice rose sharply, brimming with unbridled arrogance.

"Drag away that dead dog of yours!"

"Obstructive!"

Before the words finished, Su Ming thrust his leg up hard, delivering a fierce kick to Tang Zhong's abdomen!

Bang—!

That kick was massive and heavy!

Tang Zhong's whole body shot like a cannonball out of a barrel, skidding along the ground at high speed, straight into the alloy Gate!

Just as his head was about to smash against the metal gate panel.

Clack—!

The previously tightly sealed Gate slid open to both sides.

Tang Zhong, still full of vigor, rolled several times, blood‑soaked, and stopped beside a pair of exquisite leather shoes.

The owner of the shoes halted, lowered his head to glance at the lifeless mass of blood and flesh at his feet.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, showing a hint of disgust, but then relaxed.

He lifted his head.

His gaze passed over the chaotic office, focusing on the young man in the center of the lobby.

And beside him, the mad woman wearing a smiling mask, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Mr. Su."

The newcomer let out a gentle sigh, his voice mellow, tinged with a hint of helplessness and elegance.

At the same time, he lifted his foot lightly.

Bang—!

He casually kicked Tang Zhong near his foot, sending him crashing into the corner where he fell unconscious.

"Our dog here, ignorant, has displeased you..."

"Your scolding is justified; that's what he deserves to be hit!"

The man stepped forward, a proper smile on his face, bowing slightly.

"Allow me to introduce myself."

"I, humbly..."