Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...

"Ah?" Wei Dekang was startled. He hadn't taken Yang Ce seriously at all, but seeing Yang Puqi expose his intent in an instant, Wei Dekang was astonished and at the same time began to secretly grow wary. "What knife? What are you talking about? What exactly do you want with me?"

"Oh, looking for you? I'm looking for you to kill you." Yang Ce said it lightly, as though it were a most ordinary matter.

Wei Dekang furrowed his brow and looked at Yang Ce, finding it rather amusing. "You're too arrogant, kid. Kill me? Never mind whether you have the ability—do you even dare?"

Yang Ce curled his lip in contempt, unwilling to waste more words on him. In a flash he was right in front of Wei Dekang, his hand clamping around Wei Dekang's throat. "I can crush you to death right now. Believe me?" As he spoke, Yang Ce increased the pressure of his grip.

"Cough—cough—" Wei Dekang was terrified. He hadn't expected Yang Yanzhou to strike so suddenly, and so fast. Instinctively, he pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket, and in it was a gleaming dagger.

Yang Ce found it rather amusing. Like master, like servant—Wei Dekang's reaction just now was exactly the same as Zheng Laoliu's: pulling a knife from his pocket to stab him.

With his left hand, Yang Ce casually seized Wei Dekang's knife hand and wrenched it upward with force. Accompanied by a pig-slaughtering shriek, Wei Dekang's hand was twisted out of shape by Yang Ce—his entire wrist rotated backward a full turn, and his hand flopped limply down.

"Same move as Zheng Laoliu. No originality at all." Yang Minlan didn't spare so much as a glance at Wei Dekang's deformed hand, while Wei Dekang was there howling in agony.

Yang Yongjin impatiently threw Wei Dekang to the floor and said coldly, "Shut up, or your other hand will end up the same way."

"Ah—" Wei Dekang's screams cut off abruptly. At this moment, sweat was pouring down his head, and he was shocked to the core. It seemed he had always underestimated Yang Ce. The man before him was simply a madman. No wonder his son had been beaten into a concussion—now it seemed that had been the mild outcome.

Because this guy was nothing short of a violent fanatic. Hearing Yang Ce mention Zheng Laoliu, Wei Dekang knew it was over—the whole thing had been exposed.

To be continued

970. The God of Slaughter

"You sent Zheng Laoliu to burn down my company?" Yang Ce gave a cold snort and demanded.

Wei Dekang sighed. He hadn't expected Yang Ce to know everything so quickly. Had Zheng Laoliu confessed everything, or was all of this just his guess?

Based on his usual dealings with Zheng Laoliu, Zheng Laoliu was not a man who lacked loyalty. By rights, he wouldn't betray him easily—and even if he did, it was impossible for him to have confessed everything in such a short span of time.

He didn't believe Zheng Laoliu could be such a pushover, because back in the day, when Zheng Laoliu was in prison, he had been beaten by a whole room of inmates for three days and three nights without ever uttering a single word of submission. In the end, relying on his death-defying spirit, he had even risen to become a minor boss among the convicts.

So Wei Dekang was all the more inclined to believe that Yang Juehuan was merely guessing. He did not take up Yang Juehuan's thread; instead, gritting his teeth against the pain in his hand, he stayed silent, half sprawled on the floor.

"Talking to you—didn't you hear me? Or do you want your other hand crippled too?" Seeing Wei Dekang play the brooding mute, Yang Ce felt his temper flare. He shot Wei Dekang a glare and lifted his foot, bringing it down on Wei Dekang's uninjured left hand.

"No!" Wei Dekang cried out in alarm. If he kept his mouth shut now, he'd be a fool.

"Awoo—" Another squeal, like a pig at slaughter—or rather, a donkey this time. Yang Ce lifted his foot, and Wei Dekang's left hand had been crushed out of shape, several fingers flattened, clearly shattered under the tread.

"Too late," Yang Lin Yue said flatly. "What I hate most is people playing the brooding mute with me. Playing the brooding mute comes at a price."

"..." Wei Dekang was speechless. You're a raging maniac, he thought—yet he dared not talk back, lest his feet end up broken too.

"Actually, you don't need to say it. I already know. You told Old Six Zheng to come take revenge on me—you not only wanted to burn down my company, you wanted to blow up my warehouse too. Am I right?" Yang Ce barked coldly. "Lucky I found out in time. Otherwise my wife would have been burned to death by you. Tell me—don't I owe you a punishment?"

Wei Dekang's heart turned cold. Had Old Six Zheng failed to check whether anyone was inside the jewelry company when he acted? He had only wanted to burn Yang Juehuan's company to teach Yang Puqi a lesson—he had never meant for anyone to die. That would have blown the whole thing up beyond measure.

"I only told him to burn the company, not to burn people!" Seeing Yang Ce's icy expression, Wei Dekang thought, This is bad—the bastard isn't going to carve up another part of my body, is he?

"Same thing. You gave the orders either way, didn't you?" Yang Ce sneered. "Old Six Zheng must die. And as for you—letting you die would be far too easy on you."

Wei Dekang's heart clenched. "Yang Ce, don't push your luck. It's not too late for you to stop now—we'll call it even. Otherwise, just you wait. Even if I have to scatter every last penny of my fortune, I'll fight you to the bitter end."

"Is your head full of water? Did you not understand a word I said?" Yang Ce glanced at Wei Dekang. "You think you'll still get a chance at revenge?"

Yang Puqi planted his foot on Wei Dekang's arm. With a crack, the arm snapped.

Wei Dekang knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. Anything he said now would only enrage Yang Ce further and invite more torment, so he decided silence was the better part of valor.

Seeing Wei Dekang say nothing, Yang Shuoxuan lost interest. The reason he had said so much was to make the man understand why he had come for him. Yang Shuoxuan could have let him die without ever knowing why, but Yang Ce felt it was better to let him die with his eyes open.

Yang Ce lifted his foot and aimed a stomp at Wei Dekang's other arm. A crisp crack, and Wei Dekang's remaining arm was done for as well.

Wei Dekang was horrified. I've stopped talking, so why are you still stepping on me? But even as the shock hit him, he heard two more sharp cracks—his legs had broken too.

By now Wei Dekang could no longer feel the pain; he had gone numb from it. His clothes were soaked through with sweat as if he had just bathed. He finally understood: the man before him was no human—he was a devil.

His greatest mistake had been harboring thoughts of revenge against Yang Lanxu. From the moment he wanted revenge, he had provoked a death god.

"Stop stepping on me, I beg you—I was wrong, I really was wrong!" Wei Dekang's resolve collapsed in an instant. In that moment, all his vengeance, humiliation, and resentment turned to smoke. Now, keeping his life was all that mattered.

"I already told you—too late," Yang Ce said, expressionless.

"Don't kill me, please—I really was wrong. I'm begging you. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. It's just three million, isn't it? No problem—I'll sign you a check right now," Wei Dekang pleaded, his face a mask of misery.

"Three million—do you think I'm short three million?" Yang Ce countered.

"This..." Wei Dekang was struck dumb. True enough, Yang Yanzhou was right—he wasn't short three million at all. Never mind Yang Ce's father Yang Cheyan and his Mingyang Heavy Industries; even Yang Juehuan's jewelry company wasn't short three million. But instinct for survival made him desperate to live: "Yang Ce—Brother Yang—what will it take for you to spare me?"