Nan Zhan and Nan Rui, father and son, both had expressions of indignation on their faces! "Nan Qingying, do you have any conscience left? Your own brother died, and yet you’re smiling so happily..." "Back then, when you knocked me out, sent me to Ye Chen’s bed, and then kicked me out of the Nan Family after getting a 10 billion compensation, weren’t you also smiling happily?" Nan Qingying’s mocking voice made the curses from Nan Zhan and his son abruptly stop. The Nan Family relied on that 10 billion from the Ye Family to ascend to the ranks of top-tier families. Back then, father and son were indeed overjoyed! "One hundred billion!" "The Nan Family will offer one hundred billion, begging you to act once, to avenge Ah Zhen!" Nan Zhan knew that ordinary methods could no longer persuade the heartless ingrate that was Nan Qingying. He could only use benefits! "Three hundred billion." "Three hundred billion? Are you crazy? That’s the Nan Family’s income for ten years!" "I just want to take it all, from the moment I was expelled from the Nan Family seven years ago until today, all the wealth the Nan Family accumulated, and with interest." Nan Qingying’s voice sounded extremely languid, like a high-and-mighty queen, with a powerful aura. After a moment of silence. "Fine, three hundred billion it is!" Nan Zhan agreed despite Nan Rui’s protests. "Nan Zhan, you old thing, you are indeed generous." Nan Qingying sneered repeatedly. Nan Zhan gritted his teeth: "Stop the nonsense, three hundred billion, do you agree or not?" "A week from now, I will fly to Huaxia." As Nan Qingying’s languid voice fell. The call was disconnected. Nan Rui’s eyes widened, and his voice couldn’t help but rise: "Dad, are you crazy? Three hundred billion, we can’t raise that much money even if we sell everything unless we sell the businesses!" "Then sell! No matter the cost, we must avenge your brother, kill that damned Ye Huan, and wash away the shame that you might have been cuckolded! Besides, it’s just three hundred billion. Once you and Qin Ya are married, the Nan Family’s strength will soar, and we’ll earn it back quickly." "Moreover, we won’t pay it immediately. Let’s see if Su Zhiqiang can kill Ye Huan five days later before deciding." Nan Zhan seemed to be bold, but his heart was bleeding. Three hundred billion is not a small sum! But there’s no choice! For his two sons, this money must be spent! One was killed by Ye Huan. The other might have been cuckolded by Ye Huan. This Ye Huan, simply too arrogant! Hearing "cuckold," he fell silent. The immense frustration in his heart made him feel... Get full chapters from 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍 This three hundred billion is worth spending! Moreover, Nan Zhan indeed deserves to be the Patriarch of the Nan Family. His considerations are comprehensive. If Su Zhiqiang isn’t strong enough and falls to Ye Huan. This money will be spent. If Su Zhiqiang manages to kill Ye Huan. The money won’t need to be spent! Nan Rui seemed to have thought of something, his brow furrowed, full of anxiety. If Su Zhiqiang indeed enhances his strength to be infinitely close to a Celestial God yet still fails against Ye Huan. Then if Nan Qingying, a Divine General, comes, will it really be enough... "Where...where is this..." Su Qingqing struggled to open her eyes, staring directly at a beam of freezing fluorescent light. It was blinding, and her eyes instinctively closed tightly, trying to shield her eyes with her hand. Her hands seemed to be bound by something cold! Su Qingqing opened a slit in her eyes. Only then did she realize. She was lying on a cold iron bed. Her wrists, ankles, abdomen, knees, and other joints were bound by steel bars, immobilizing her completely! Glancing at the tools on the trolley next to her, Su Qingqing’s eyes widened in shock. Scalpels, clamps, gauze... And... needles and thread, a butcher knife, an electric drill, a chainsaw, a meat grinder!? Seeing these tools, a chilling dread welled up in Su Qingqing’s heart, her body going cold. The room was extremely cramped, only five square meters! Its walls and ceiling painted a stark white, appearing very cold! What...what is this place! This is... a slaughterhouse! At this thought, Su Qingqing felt a chilling sensation shoot from her feet straight to her Celestial Spirit! How did she end up here? Su Qingqing’s mind raced. Wasn’t she supposed to be in the ICU questioning Su Zhiqiang why he deceived her, deliberately setting things up for her to misunderstand Ye Huan? Later, there was a doctor, holding a large syringe! Injecting all the liquid from the syringe into her spinal column. Recalling the sinister glint reflected from the black-framed glasses worn by the doctor, Su Qingqing shivered instinctively, a trace of fear appearing on her face. After fainting and waking up again. She found herself in this "slaughterhouse"! The sound of three claps rang out. "Master Lin Xie truly is a powerhouse among powerhouses." "Even the dose of anesthetic is controlled so perfectly." "Said five days, and it was five days, not a second more or less of anesthesia." "Creak" went the iron door as it swung open. Su Zhiqiang, dressed in a white coat, entered with a sly grin on his face. Su Qingqing was dazed for a few seconds before glaring: "Su Zhiqiang, where is this, why did you tie me up, and anesthetic? What are you talking about?" "These five days, did you sleep well?" Su Zhiqiang chuckled coldly. Su Qingqing was taken aback. So, it turns out that what the doctor injected into her was anesthetic? The dose was so large that she slept for five days? No, now’s not the time to think about that! "Su Zhiqiang, what on earth do you want to do? And explain to me, why did you lie, deceive me, and sow discord between Ye Huan and me?" Su Qingqing’s eyes were wide with fury, demanding from Su Zhiqiang. "I’m just fed up with you, a damn nuisance, constantly pestering me about Ye Huan, why don’t you just die!" Su Zhiqiang’s face suddenly twisted menacingly, grabbing a scalpel nearby and stabbing towards Su Qingqing! Su Qingqing panicked, letting out a scream. Seeing the scalpel embedded just millimeters from her, her body couldn’t stop trembling. Su Zhiqiang’s face, filled with anger, momentarily shifted to a strange smile: "You can’t die yet, I still need you to lure Ye Huan in." Coming to her senses, she seemed to realize something, her face changing drastically, her voice quivering: "What do you intend to do?" Su Zhiqiang’s answer was a punch! This "slaughterhouse" was located in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the Capital City, with walls constructed of five-meter thick steel plates. And reinforced with over a dozen steel bars inside! Yet with this punch from Su Zhiqiang. Causing a deafening, earth-shattering sound at the same time. One punch pierced through the five-meter thick steel plates! The steel bars in the metal sheets all bent and deformed, with some even snapping completely! Seeing this, Su Qingqing was almost wide-eyed, stunned, her open mouth big enough to fit a rock. Su Zhiqiang withdrew his fist with satisfaction, his eyes exceedingly dark, face contorted. "I’ll tell you what I intend to do." "I want to use this mighty punch to smash Ye Huan’s head into oblivion!" "To make Ye Huan understand what true strength is!" "To make Ye Huan know what death truly is!" "Daring to provoke me, Su Zhiqiang, opposing me..." "I’ll crush his head till it explodes, so he never finds peace in eternity!"