Chapter 486 - Never Compromise! Audacious to the Extreme! (1/2)

The walls that could even withstand the heavy artillery were as fragile as tofu before Qin Fen’s palm. Before they could even have the chance to feel the strong impact, the walls were disintegrated into nothing by a wave of true energy oscillations originating from Qin Fen’s palm resting on the wall.

The concrete reinforced with iron bars collapsed with a crash. Qin Fen, carrying his hands behind his back, raised his legs and stepped over the hole in the wall as leisurely as he was walking in his own backyard; his eyes calmly looking at the Zuo Lin. “You can give it a try and see if you can press the button faster, or see if I am faster.”

Zuo Lin’s finger that had snuck up to the inconspicuous button under the table trembled suddenly. Immediately after, he heard Qin Fen’s confident voice, “Lee Myeong-Jeon tried to compete in speed with me but lost, so he had to forfeit his life. If you think you are stronger than Lee Myeong-Jeon, you can stake your life with me.”

Zuo Lin slowly withdrew his stretched finger and interlocked his ten fingers with each other. He had already recovered from his initial surprise and nervousness. He narrowed his eyes with a smiling intent as he watched Qin Fen making his way into the room. “You came so quickly. I am surprised that you actually found me. It seems I underestimated you a bit.”

Qin Fen, looking at Zuo Lin’s smiling expression, furrowed his brow slightly. Taking a step, he rushed to Zuo Lin, smashing the table between the two and punched Zuo Lin’s abdomen with a beautiful uppercut with his right hand.

This punch was way too sudden; Qin Fen didn’t show the slightest sign of making a move. Zuo Lin instinctively crossed his arms to protect his abdomen but he could only watch Qin Fen as his fist passed through the block and punched ruthlessly into his abdomen with the slightest mercy of using the strength of fourteen-star level.

BANG!

A loud bang that sounded like a wooden stick hitting pork resounded in the room. The uniform at Zuo Lin’s back rose up before a hole of the size of a fist burst out, revealing his skin. A red spot immediately appeared on his white skin. The subsequent sharp pain was like a hundred thousand blades tearing and cutting his abdomen and internal organs at the same time. In the next moment, a powerful strength lifted his ass off his seat.

In a flash, Zuo Lin’s handsome face turned pale as drops of cold sweat of the size of beans dotted his forehead and face. Even his colonel’s uniform that was a good water-absorbent seemed as if it had been drenched in heavy rain in the blink of an eye.

So painful! Zuo Lin couldn’t remember the last time he felt an excruciating pain like this. The severe pain spread through every nerve in his body, as if the Yangtze River had broken a dike and flooded his entire body, rampaging everywhere. He felt as if his entire stomach was being stirred back and forth with a stick.

The pain spread like a CPU was sending information everywhere. The pain from the initial source spread through the entire body along the meridians, making him feel as if tens of thousands of worms were tearing through his flesh everywhere.

BOOM! Zuo Lin left his seat and flew high up into the air before crashing back into his seat heavily. His facial muscles twitched again and again. His face was now devoid of that usual steady-as-Mt. Tai-smile. Only an endless pain spread through every millimeter of his facial muscles.

In the blink of an eye, the convulsions spread from Zuo Lin’s cheeks to every muscle of his body.

Zuo Lin raised his head with difficulty; his eyes laced with surprise and anger apart from pain. Qin Fen dares to hit me, me!? Moreover, he only used the strength of the fourteen-star level; so to say, a fair battle in its own right!? And not only was I unable to defend myself from his attack at all, but the Indestructible Guardian Deity Divine Art that I bought using a fortune also didn’t play even half of its role, it was smashed through by the opposite party completely.

Qin Fen, slowly withdrawing his fist, grabbed Zuo Lin by the back of his collar like he was holding a prawn, lifting and throwing him just as easily onto the guest’s sofa. Then, he himself sat down on Zuo Lin’s boss chair leisurely.

“I hate the smile that you just had.”

Qin Fen watched the ashen-faced Zuo Lin, who was all curled up, tolerating the pain.

“Huff… huff...” Zuo Lin tried adjusting his breathing as he blinked lightly, squeezing out the cold sweat that rolled down his eyes. Then, he controlled the corner of his lips that were twitching from pain and said with a bit of surprise, “You really killed Lee Myeong-Jeong of the State of Korea?”

Qin Fen began to have a bit of regret. Back then, Qin Fen had killed Lee Myeong-Jeong so cleanly that he hadn’t even left any clues for others to discover, leaving everyone to their guesses. Even Zuo Dongting’s grandson could only rely on previous events to make speculations.

“So.” Qin fen interlocked his fingers and rested his palms on his thigh. “You should know me by now.”

Zuo Lin nodded slowly. “I understand.”

“Very good.” Qin Fen raised his palm lightly, making an inviting gesture.

Intelligent people didn’t need too much explanation. Zuo Lin wasn’t a fool. He had just miscalculated Qin Fen’s ability. Even in his dreams, he had never expected Qin Fen to appear here instead of going to Hohhot to rescue Mourad.

Zuo Lin raised his wrist on which he was wearing his holocall watch. It had already been a minute since Qin Fen walked in but no guards had come to his rescue. Zuo Lin knew that the guards outside were probably unconscious if not dead by now. Since Qin Fen is sitting here peacefully, without a single worry, it seems someone is on a lookout. Only then could he have such a relaxed attitude.

As the rescue he was waiting for was no longer possible and he was unable to delay any longer, Zuo Lin directly made the call to Hohhot.

“Young Master, you…”

In the projection screen, a middle-aged man with a purple beard and green robes was very surprised by Zuo Lin’s appearance on the screen.

Zuo Lin’s usual demeanor of having planned with every conceivable possibility taken into account could no longer be found on his handsome and suave face now. The young man on the projection screen was very decadent; obviously, he had been a little abused.

“You don’t need to keep maintaining the ambush anymore. Qin Fen won’t go there.” Zuo Lin’s powerless expression was bearing a bit of resentment. “He found me here.”

“What…”

“Uncle Li, you don’t need to worry, I’m his prisoner for the time being.” Zuo Lin sat up with difficulty, leaned again the soft back of the sofa and gasped for breaths. “He won’t kill me for the time being because I am of little use to him, I can be exchanged for Mourad. That’s my use.”

Zuo Lin turned and twisted his body, peeking a glance at Qin Fen through the corner of his eyes. Recalling Qin Fen’s punch, his heart was filled with surprise yet again. I was punched with the same strength of the fourteen-star level as I have, but even after having rested for so long and circulating the family’s restorative arts continuously, I do not feel even a little bit better.

“I am going to switch the camera to Qin Fen now. You can talk with him yourself, hear what he wants to say, okay!?”

Zuo Lin turned his watch with his finger. In the next moment, an angry middle-aged man surrounded by a light purple aura and with blue veins protruding around his neck and forehead appeared before Qin Fen’s eyes.

“Kid! You’ve really got guts-”

BAM! Before the middle-aged man could finish talking, his opened mouth suddenly stopped moving, and his roaring voice with that. A sense of surprise and disbelief flashed in his angry eyes as he stared at Qin Fen’s movement in the office.

Before the middle-aged man could finish his threat, Qin Fen had abruptly made his move. He darted to Zuo Lin without saying so much as a word and directly kicked Zuo Lin’s face, stepping on his head, pushing his head into the sofa.

Uncle Li hadn’t expected that just as he opened his mouth to threaten him, the opposite party would express his attitude with the fastest action.

“How are my guts?”

Qin Fen, carrying his hands behind his back and stepping on Zuo Lin’s head, proudly and coldly responded to Uncle Li’s murderous eyes. “I hate hearing nonsense, get straight to exchanging hostages.”

With one side of his head stuck to the sofa and the other to Qin Fen’s sole, Zuo Lin’s eyes flickered with endless resentment. In his heart, he hated himself for being too careless. In order to catch Qin Fen alive and make him work under him willingly, he had sent all his chips to Hohhot, ignoring his own safety and defenses to counter Qin Fen’s ability.

As Zuo Lin raised his eyebrow and peeked a glance at Qin Fen, even more resentment filled his heart. He felt a bit wronged by today’s ambush. How could the descendants of the Zuo family compare with these lieutenant generals? Yet much to Zuo Lin’s surprise, Qin Fen had directly broken into his house and held him hostage, completely ignoring the consequences!

A feeling of shame coursed through Zuo Lin’s body through his blood like boiling magma.

“Okay! No problem!” Uncle Li didn’t dare to hesitate. He had sensed the sliver of expectation in Qin Fen’s eyes. As long as he hesitated or tried to bargain, even a bit, Zuo Lin would definitely bear the brunt of Qin Fen’s attack and abuse.

Qin Fen paid no more attention to Uncle Li. He turned his gaze to the Zuo Lin under his foot and asked suddenly, “How much money do you have?”

“Ah!?” Zuo Lin was stunned. Right then, he felt Qin Fen’s feet pressing his cheeks hard, almost pushing his head into the sofa. His eyes immediately flickered with hate and resentment. “Fifty million!”

An aggrieved Zuo Lin reported all the money he could mobilize in a short period of time. Fifty million was nothing for the Zuo family, whose net worth was simply unimaginable. But most of their assets weren’t in liquid currency. Plus, Zuo Dong Ting was still the current in-charge of the Zuo Family. As such, Zuo lin couldn’t really manage many liquid assets.

Qin Fen raised his head and looked at Uncle Li on the projection screen. “I want to see Mourad…”

“He is now in…”

“Now, immediately!” Qin Fen’s voice didn’t have any room for doubt. Zuo Lin’s head under his feet sank deeper into the sofa, filling his blood with boundless humiliation.

“Okay!” Uncle Li growled and ran. “Give me a second! It will be done immediately!”

Qin Fen lowered his head and looked at Zuo lin, whose head he could smash any time. The corner of Qin Fen’s eyes twitched several times imperceptibly. Despite the hostile standpoint, this Zuo Lin could be considered to be as hard as a bone. From the beginning to the end, he had not even let out so much as a groan, let alone scream in pain.

The projection screen turned again, showing an exhausted Mourad tied to a super electric chair using all kinds of metal fixtures inside an iron prison in the basement. His eyes were lacking their usual sharp look.