I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 66: Beating The Shit Out Of Them

Chapter 66: Beating The Shit Out Of Them

Zhao Yiming’s foot slammed into the stall door one last time with a loud BANG, and the hinges finally gave way.

The metal creaked as it bent inward, crashing open to reveal the terrified man crouched on the toilet like a cornered rat.

"Please, wait—let’s talk—"

Zhao grabbed him by the collar before he could finish and yanked him off the seat like a sack of garbage.

The man’s head smacked against the stall wall with a dull thud before Zhao dragged him out into the open floor like a predator tossing its prey.

"You wanted to talk shit about Madam He?" he snarled, "You mocked he, who’s still in the ICU because of bastards like you?"

His fist crashed into the man’s cheek, sending blood splattering across the floor.

"FU-"

The guy didn’t even get a chance to scream—Zhao’s knuckles already met his stomach next, folding him over like a chair before an uppercut sent him sprawling across the dirty tile.

"That crazy bastard! I need to run!"

The first guy—the one with the broken nose—tried to crawl toward the door, groaning and leaving a smeared trail of red behind.

"Oh no, you’re not going anywhere."

Zhao stormed over, stomped on the man’s back, and pinned him in place. The man coughed hard, wheezing in pain.

"You assholes think no one’s listening," Zhao muttered through gritted teeth. "You think the people you crush are just insects under your boots. You think money makes you untouchable."

He kicked the man in the ribs, earning a choked cry.

"If law can’t touch you, I will be the one who beat up the shit out of you!"

The other guy groaned from the floor behind him, trying to push himself up with trembling arms.

Zhao spun on him, grabbed the back of his shirt, and yanked him upright before slamming his forehead against the sink.

CRACK!

The mirror behind it fractured. Blood dripped down the man’s temple, and his knees buckled as Zhao let him fall like a puppet with its strings cut.

"You see this?" Zhao said, panting, turning to both bloodied men. "This is what you get when you mess with a wrong person!"

He stepped between the two, breathing hard, fists throbbing from impact. His suit was disheveled, his shirt half-untucked, and blood—some his, most not—dotted his sleeves. But his eyes still burned, sharp and furious.

"I’m not some gangster. I’m not part of your group. I’m the bastard who’s going to bury your empire one brick at a time."

Both men were on the ground, wheezing, barely conscious. One whimpered softly. The other didn’t move at all.

Zhao Yiming cracked his neck and spat on the floor near them.

"Next time I hear you talk about Madam He again..." he crouched down beside them, voice low and calm, "...I won’t stop until you’re shitting through a tube for the rest of your life."

Then he stood up, taking a deep satisfying breath, straightened his wrinkled shirt as best he could, and pulled out his phone.

After fumbling through a few screens, he finally found the camera.

"Alright... time to make this a video," Zhao Yiming muttered, tapping aimlessly.

He wasn’t even sure if he was recording or just staring at himself. His eyes shifted back to the two men on the floor—half-conscious, groaning, and twitching.

’Can’t be helped.’

"Hey, can one of you show me how to record this?" he asked, completely shameless.

"Huh?! You just beat the crap out of us and now you’re asking—" Before the man could finish, Zhao Yiming shot him a glare so sharp it could slice glass.

"If you even think of touching me again, I’ll flatten your nose so bad even the street will feel pity."

The man flinched like a puppy that just got swatted and nodded quickly, trembling as he picked up the phone and set it up to record. Zhao Yiming took it—only to see his own face staring back at him.

"Huh? Why is it recording me?! I want to record you! Fix it!" he growled, shoving the phone back at him.

"What kind of person doesn’t know how to use a camera? You’re not even old," the guy muttered.

Zhao Yiming smacked him lightly on the temple, making him recoil.

"Shut up! I am old! I mean... my soul! Now stop yapping and just do it!"

The man rolled his eyes but complied. "Just press the middle button to start recording," he explained, handing the phone back.

Zhao Yiming pressed it. "Alright. State your name and address."

"Huh? Me?"

"Both of you. Or should I wake your friend the hard way?"

The guy with the broken nose paled and immediately slapped his buddy awake. The man groaned and sat up, eyes still swirling.

"Wh–who the hell hit me?! I swear I’m gonna—"

"Shut it!" the broken nose man hissed, jerking his head toward Zhao Yiming.

The moment Guo Tie saw him, he gasped and bowed so hard his forehead nearly kissed the floor.

"I apologize! This mouth is stupid!" he slapped himself, hard.

"Good," Zhao Yiming said coldly.

"Now let’s get to the point. Name, address—and confess what you did to Madam He. All of it. I know more than you think, so don’t even try lying."

They looked at each other, hesitating. But then the broken-nosed one started.

"M-my name is Ma San," he stammered, listing his address and job. His entire body trembled like a soaked rat.

"I-I put a rock under the overpass... to make Madam He fall. So her husband would be scared and sell his shop..."

"I’m Guo Tie!" the other one blurted. "I didn’t do anything! I swear! I just threatened them a little! That’s it! I never pushed anyone!"

Zhao Yiming clenched his fists so hard his knuckles cracked. He wanted to keep beating them, but he held back.

He needed this footage clean for Han Queying. If he went too far, he would be the one behind bars.

"Good. Now how the hell do I stop recording?"

"Same button... the circle..." Ma San mumbled.

Zhao Yiming did just that and checked the video to make sure it saved. Then he crouched in front of them, watching their faces drain of all color.

’System, use Forbidden Command.’

The system responded with a sweet chime:

[Forbidden Command Activated!]

[For the next 10 minutes, any words you say will become absolute truth in their minds.]

[Use this power wisely.]