"Sorry, I've changed my mind—"
Glug~
Tan Chao was so frightened that his back was covered in cold sweat and his body went limp on the ground. The person in front of him was simply a ruthless killer!
"Alright, now it's just you and me in the room. Do you have any last words?" Yang Feng turned back, looked at him calmly, and said.
"I... I can give you money, just please... please let me go," Tan Chao said in a panic, trembling and powerless voice.
"Oh? How much money do you have? Let's see if it's worth buying your dog's life." Yang Feng said with a slight smirk.
"I have... ten million in my account," Tan Chao hurriedly replied, afraid that he would be sent to the underworld in the blink of an eye.
In fact, he had made quite a bit of money in Qingzhu over the years. Of course, the amount in his account was not that small, but at least 30 million. However, he couldn't bear to take it all out.
He figured ten million should be enough for him.
It's a pity.
"That's too little. You can rest assured and go on your way..." Yang Feng waved his hand and a silver needle flew out suddenly, deliberately piercing into his arm joint.
"Ah!!" Tan Chao screamed loudly, tears welling up in his eyes, and collapsed to the ground in agony, rolling around frantically.
Unlike Hong Feng, he hadn't practiced martial arts, so he naturally experienced more pain and had a lower pain tolerance.
"I'll talk... I'll talk! I have over 30 million in my account, I'll give it all to you, to you!" Tan Chao shouted frantically.
"Thirty million is not bad. If you had said so earlier, you wouldn't have been in any trouble."
Yang Feng stepped forward and told him his card number, explaining that the 30 million was just enough to cover the repair costs for the Phoenix Hotel.
And it can be decorated even better.
Tan Chao gritted his teeth, the pain was unbearable, and it took him a long time to manage to transfer money to Yang Feng's card with one hand.
Yang Feng suddenly felt his old-fashioned mobile phone vibrate. He took it out and saw that the money had been deposited into his account. He then said, "Okay, I have a question to ask you now."
"Go ahead and ask."
Tan Chao's body went limp on the ground, weak and powerless, his face covered in cold sweat, panting heavily.
"Give me detailed information about the extent of Qingzhu's power," Yang Feng said calmly.
“Our Green Bamboo Society’s true power doesn’t actually lie in China, but in Outer Mongolia,” Tan Chao said slowly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a mocking laugh:
"Not in the country? Then your Green Bamboo Society is pretty lucky, at least you won't be completely wiped out."
After saying that, Yang Feng turned and left, leaving him with a cold back view, showing no intention of killing him.
After all, he's already developed a psychological trauma from himself; he probably thinks even dreaming about himself would be a nightmare.
Upon arriving at the lobby on the first floor, Yang Feng looked at his group of underlings. There were about six hundred people here, so it seemed that quite a few people had stayed.
Seeing Yang Feng come down from the second floor, Heng Qing stepped forward and said, "Young Master Yang, there are 457 people here who are willing to stay and join us."
"Hmm, well done. Clean up this place later," Yang Feng nodded to him and said.
"Of course." Hengqing smiled faintly. "By the way, regarding the Green Bamboo Society's territory, shouldn't we..."
"Okay, I'll leave the rest to you. You should understand. Also, I'll transfer 20 million to you later to fix up the Phoenix Hotel," Yang Feng nodded and said.
"Twenty million? That much?!" Hengqing raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.
"Hehe, it's alright." Yang Feng chuckled as he fell to the ground, took out his phone, transferred 20 million to Heng Qing's card, and then said:
"I've transferred the money. At this time tomorrow, gather all your men here. The Qing Tian Club will remain closed for the next few days. We'll talk about it again after we've finished reorganizing."
“Yes, Young Master Yang.” Hengqing nodded solemnly and replied.
After giving a few more instructions, Yang Feng turned and walked out of the clubhouse. Looking at the sunset on the horizon, he realized it was almost time to pick up his sister from school.
As Yang Feng walked along the road, he felt that so much had happened that day, and it had really taken a long time...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 203 Buying a Cell Phone for My Sister
Inside the First People's Hospital of Beijing, the pungent smell of disinfectant wafted out of the window, gradually dissipating under the sickle-shaped moonlight.
Suddenly, the operating room light turned green, and when the door opened, an elderly doctor in a white coat named Xiong Ji was there.
"How is the doctor? How is my daughter now?" At this moment, it was Xia Yumo's mother, Lin Ya, who spoke, anxiously asking with her face full of worry.
"Uh, you're this young lady's family member, right?" Xiong Ji asked, slightly taken aback.
“Yes, I am her mother,” Lin Ya replied hastily.
"Oh, so you're her parents. She's safe now, but something's strange, and this strangeness is something I can't figure out." Xiong Ji said, his graying brows furrowed, his confusion evident.
"What's strange, doctor?" It was Xia Guoliang who spoke. As soon as he heard the news of his daughter's accident, he immediately canceled his company meeting and rushed to the hospital.
"Yes, doctor, please tell me quickly!" Lin Ya said anxiously.