Chapter 103: Worse Than a Beast

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Worse Than a Beast

This fat pig was genuinely terrified now, and had become completely obedient.

Especially as he looked at the three bodyguards on the floor and the large pool of blood.

He didn’t want to die. He wanted to live. He still had so, so many good things in life left to enjoy.

His hatred for Zhong Long surged to an unprecedented peak.

He swore a vicious oath. ’If I ever get a chance to get out of this, I’ll torture that bastard to death.’

"Where is he right now?"

"I... He’s at the coffee shop outside."

"He was just waiting for me to... get into it, then he was going to come over... and then..."

At this, the fat pig dared not say another word, his gaze shifting away from Jiang Fan’s.

Jiang Fan forcefully suppressed the urge to kill the fat pig with a single slap.

"Call him. Tell him to get over here."

"Do you know where Sun Yanzi’s father is?"

A moment ago, when Sun Yanzi had a brief moment of clarity, she had been murmuring "Dad."

Jiang Fan guessed in that instant that Zhong Long must have used her father to threaten her.

So the first priority was to find Sun Yanzi’s father. Revenge could come after.

"Huh? I don’t know!"

"I didn’t even know she had a father."

The fat pig shook his head frantically. He truly didn’t know.

"Call him now. Tell him to get over here immediately."

When he didn’t move, Jiang Fan released him and kicked him squarely. He then turned and fished a phone out of the man’s clothes.

"Ten minutes. If I don’t see him here in ten minutes, you and all of them will die."

With that, Jiang Fan tossed the phone to him and fell silent.

The fat pig shakily unlocked the phone. He glanced at Jiang Fan out of the corner of his eye before finally dialing Zhong Long’s number.

’He wanted to call someone to save him. He even thought about calling the police.’

’But his life was in this man’s hands. What if he got killed before anyone could arrive?’

The call connected before he had time to think any further. Zhong Long’s fawning voice came from the other end. "So, Boss Liu, how’s it going? Are you having fun? Feeling good?"

"About that money I owe you..."

"I’m giving you five minutes. Get your ass over here, now."

"If I don’t see you in five minutes, you can start planning your funeral."

The fat pig forcefully suppressed his inner rage.

On the other end of the line, a shiver went down Zhong Long’s spine. His face was a mask of confusion and bewilderment.

’He couldn’t figure out how he’d managed to offend Boss Liu again.’

But he didn’t dare hesitate for a second. He knew all too well how ruthless and cruel the man could be.

Killing him would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.

He bolted out of the shop, running faster than he ever had in his life. He barely made it to the apartment door in under five minutes, panting so hard he felt like his lungs were about to burst.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The door was knocked. Before Zhong Long could react, Jiang Fan swung it open, grabbed him by the neck, and hurled him inside before locking the door again.

The scene before him made Zhong Long’s brain short-circuit.

Boss Liu, the man he once revered as a god, was now lying on the floor like a dead dog, trembling uncontrollably.

His three fearsome enforcers lay on the floor, their condition unknown.

"You... W-why are you here?!"

This time, Zhong Long was truly panicking.

"You motherfucker!!!"

"This is all your fault, you goddamn bastard! You useless, scummy animal!!!"

The fat pig actually grabbed a nearby chair and smashed it viciously over Zhong Long.

Again and again, without a shred of mercy.

But Zhong Long could only curl into a ball, protecting his head, not daring to fight back or even cry out.

"That’s enough."

The fat pig immediately stopped and stood to the side, a humble and fawning expression on his face.

Jiang Fan squatted down, looking down imperiously at Zhong Long. "Tell me where Sun Yanzi’s father is."

"W-will you let me go?"

"If you promise to let me go, give me some money, and drop the whole thing, I’ll tell you right now."

Even at a time like this, Zhong Long hadn’t broken. He was actually trying to set conditions with Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan stood up without a word, merely glancing at the fat pig beside them.

The fat pig immediately understood Jiang Fan’s meaning, snatched up the chair, and slammed it down on Zhong Long again.

"Fuck, you animal! You still dare to make demands? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Believe me, I’ll make sure you never see tomorrow’s sun! Talk, or I’ll chop off your arms and legs, cut out your tongue, and turn you into a human stump! You think I’m kidding?"

The fat pig’s face was twisted in a ferocious snarl.

He knew full well that his own life was in Jiang Fan’s hands.

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk! He’s in the room next door! But I locked the door, and I taped his mouth shut."

"His father’s a paralyzed cripple. He’s lying in bed, can’t even move."

At this, not only Jiang Fan but even the fat pig was stunned.

"You’re a bigger fucking monster than I am!"

The fat pig actually swung the chair with all his might and smashed it down on him.

He smashed the solid wood chair to pieces.

Jiang Fan said nothing, spinning around and heading for the room next door.

He kicked the door clean off its hinges, making the other two men flinch.

Inside, an emaciated old man was tied to the bed. His mouth was sealed shut with duct tape. But he was already gone.

Looking at the tear-soaked pillow, even Jiang Fan felt a flicker of pity.

Although he found the old man’s past actions disgusting, the thought of him being tied up, forced to listen to his own daughter being assaulted...

...unable to do anything, unable to even make a sound.

To think he had died from sheer anguish.

’Sun Yanzi probably won’t be able to handle this when she wakes up.’

’But the dead are gone...’

Jiang Fan shook his head. He removed the tape from the old man’s mouth and untied the ropes binding him to the bed.

’The man was already paralyzed, yet Zhong Long still felt the need to tie him down.’

’It was hard to imagine the depths of this man’s depravity.’

The fat pig stood in the doorway, watching the scene unfold, his thoughts unreadable.

"Sir... I really didn’t know about any of this beforehand."

"The only reason I agreed to his request was because he told me his wife was an escort."

"He said she was into all that kinky stuff—bondage, role-playing."

"Plus, he owed me money that I knew he couldn’t repay. That’s the only reason I agreed."

"I admit, I’m an animal. No, I’m worse than an animal."

"But even I can’t stand for something this depraved, this inhuman. I can make him disappear from the face of the earth, and I’ll make sure it never gets traced back to you."

"I’m just begging you to spare my life."

With that, the fat pig fell to his knees with a THUD before Jiang Fan.