Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 535: Young Master, You Are Too Kind

Chapter 535: Chapter 535: Young Master, You Are Too Kind

Outside, the sky was grim.

The villa district was quiet, the only light coming from the street lamps.

Old Chen led the way, while Huo Xingzhou’s figure, stretched long by the street lights, was cold and detached. Sun Weimeng didn’t even dare to breathe too heavily, afraid that Huo Xingzhou might send him back.

"Young Master, it’s right here. Lu Yan might have caught onto Master Fang’s movements, so I had someone send him back to Haicheng. I hope the Lu Family haven’t discovered the existence of the Spiritual Pivot Nine Needles."

Thus, this villa was temporarily holding Li Songwen.

Old Chen opened the gate of the villa, only to hear cursing inside akin to the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.

"When we brought him from the airport last night, he cursed something fierce. I’ve stationed two bodyguards here to keep watch, ensuring that his freedom is restricted to three meals a day. We haven’t resorted to any torture yet..."

Huo Xingzhou said nothing, Old Chen wouldn’t act without orders.

"That son of a bitch, he still has the face to curse!" Sun Weimeng spat out in disgust.

Huo Xingzhou indifferently said, "Let’s go in."

Approaching, the curses grew clearer.

In sight, a young man with disheveled hair was being held down on the sofa by a bodyguard. Li Songwen’s appearance was quite gentlemanly, or else Xiang Mingzhu wouldn’t have dealt with him.

It’s a pity he now looked scruffy and in disarray.

His eyes were bloodshot, glaring at Huo Xingzhou and the others as they entered, his agitation renewed!

"So it was you who had me kidnapped! You are Qiao Xi’s bastard of a husband!"

"This is a lawful society, kidnapping is a crime!"

Sun Weimeng’s face turned red with anger: "Who are you calling a bitch? You’re the biggest bastard of them all! And you have the nerve to speak of the law, yet do you realize that deliberately injuring others is also a crime?"

"You... I warn you, you better let me go soon, or I’ll call the cops the moment I’m out!"

Huo Xingzhou took off his suit jacket and laid it aside, slowly rolling up his sleeves revealing his muscular forearms.

There was a handmade purple clay teapot on the coffee table, boiling hot tea with practiced ease. In contrast to Li Songwen’s ranting and raving, he was remarkably calm and composed.

"You’re talking about kidnapping?"

Huo Xingzhou spoke with an eerie tone, "Where did I kidnap you? Did I injure you? Have I starved you? We’ve merely invited you over for a tea, as a guest."

He poured tea from the fairness cup into the teacup, and placed it in front of Li Songwen.

The gesture looked very polite, yet it was profoundly inscrutable.

"What kind of guest treatment is this? Don’t twist your words, you kidnapped me! I... I won’t let you get away with this." Once I’m out, I’ll find Xiang Mingzhu to deal with the Huo Family on my behalf.

"Oh? If you were really kidnapped..."

Huo Xingzhou looked at him with a semblance of a smile, "Do you think you’d ever have a day out?"

He’s threatening to kill me!

Li Songwen’s pupils shivered.

Was this man before him going to kill him?

Li Songwen was outwardly tough but trembling with fear on the inside. He had heard many rumors about Huo Xingzhou; he was the man who had personally sent his own cousin and uncle to prison, and those who crossed him either ended up dead or mad.

There was no good ending!

These top-tier tycoons had many ways to make people disappear.

There were even rumors in Haicheng that Xu Xingluo’s death wasn’t a suicide but a murder by Huo Xingzhou.

"I... What exactly do you want? I didn’t mean to hurt Qiao Xi, I accidentally bumped into her. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Shen Xuanzhi for injuring my hand, and Qiao Xi just happened to be right in front of me. It’s her own bad luck..."

Li Songwen’s voice was shaky but he was still trying to talk tough.

Clang!

Huo Xingzhou kicked the coffee table, overturning the kettle boiling on the hearth.

Scalding water splashed onto Li Songwen’s right side of the body, causing several large blisters to form on his right hand.

Li Songwen screamed in pain!

"Ah!"

In agony, he curled up like a boiled shrimp, his spirit completely broken.

With tears and snot running down his face, he looked at Huo Xingzhou with terror, as if he was the King Yan coming to claim his life.

Huo Xingzhou stood aside, relaxed and languid: "My apologies, I didn’t sit still. Who asked you to sit in front of me? If there’s anyone to blame, it’s your own bad luck. Do you think I did it on purpose?"

Li Songwen curled up in pain on one side, shaking his head in fear.

"Good."

Huo Xingzhou’s voice was low: "Now I’m giving you a chance to live. Whether you can seize it depends on yourself. Actually, I don’t mind sending you to meet King Yan. It’s just that it’s not worth getting my hands dirty over you."

Li Songwen cried pitifully, unable to utter another tough word.

Old Chen grabbed his collar and said viciously, "I ask, you answer now. If there’s any concealment, I’ll press your head into the stove. Did you hear me?"

"Uh-huh..."

Li Songwen nodded like a pecking chicken, crying in response.

Sun Weimeng couldn’t help but retreat several steps, realizing only after being with them for so long that Old Chen usually had such a good temperament.

He was a bit scared!

"Young Master Sun!"

Old Chen called out.

"Present!"

Sun Weimeng immediately stood at attention, respectfully responding.

"Do me a favor and get the recording pen over here to record. Everything he’s saying is evidence, and he’ll need to repeat it in front of the police tomorrow."

"Okay, no problem."

Sun Weimeng found the recording pen and pressed the record button.

Holding Li Songwen, who was trembling from pain, Old Chen interrogated, "In the second round of the Trial Needle Conference, you intentionally splashed our Young Madam with boiling Chinese herbal medicine. Was it deliberate or accidental? Speak!"

"I... I was paid to do it."

Li Songwen trembled as he spoke, "Xiang Mingzhu gave me a million! She said my hand tendons were injured before the competition and I would definitely not pass. So, she gave me a million to eliminate Qiao Xi. I... I already despised Qiao Xi, so I went with the flow."

And earned an extra million.

"How was the money transferred to you? Through how many accounts?"

Li Songwen sobbed, confessed everything in full detail, and even took out his phone to show the illegal gains of one million.

"I was just helping others, I’m not the mastermind. Please let me off, don’t kill me."

He cried with a pitiful and grievous wail.

Evil brings its own retribution.

Old Chen said with disgust, "The Chinese Medicine Community is muddled by dregs like you, letting those Western doctors look down on the treasures left by our ancestors. They always think Chinese medicine is deceitful and useless, trash!"

He let go abruptly, and Li Songwen’s forehead hit the corner of the sofa, causing him to cry out in pain again.

He cried woefully, the large blisters on his arm gleaming and transparent, the pain severe!

"I’ve said all I should say, please let me go."

Li Songwen kneeled and begged on the ground.

"Someone will take you to the police station tomorrow, recite what you confessed tonight to the police without missing a word. However long the sentence for intentional injury should be, that’s how long it will be. We will not interfere with judicial justice."

Li Songwen’s actions were probably worth less than three years, and the sentence wouldn’t be particularly heavy.

Consider it a punishment.

Huo Xingzhou withdrew his cold gaze: "Old Chen, make sure someone keeps an eye on him. There’s still a mastermind behind the scenes waiting for us to deal with."

"Yes, Young Master."

Old Chen couldn’t help but kick Li Songwen again, "Sorry, you were in my way, I didn’t see clearly."

A disgusting scumbag!

He really felt nauseated. To think that they had injured their Young Madam so severely.

Truly deserving of death, if it were him in the past...

Forget it, this is a society ruled by law!

"Young Master, you are truly too kind," Old Chen lamented with some regret.

Sun Weimeng’s heart thumped wildly, he glanced at the utterly miserable Li Songwen, feeling inferior by comparison.

Is this what you call kindness?

More like a tyrant!