Chapter 70: The Dragon Head Boss—Heaven Is None Other Than Me!

At the foot of Cherry Blossom Mountain in the Daluo District, within a small private estate.

Seven or eight tall, imposing bodyguards dressed in black surrounded a distinguished middle-aged couple and a little girl of six or seven years old—they appeared to be a family. Their hands were tightly bound with tape.

Beside them was a pool, about three hundred square meters in size, within which two sharks, each nearly two and a half meters long, swam restlessly back and forth. The three captives stared at the sharks in terror, as if foreseeing their impending fate.

The middle-aged man felt a chill run through his heart. He hurriedly shouted at Zhao Tianlong, who sat nearby, sipping whiskey and smoking a cigar:

“Zhao Tianlong, you bastard! Let my wife and child go—they’re innocent! If you have a score to settle, settle it with me!”

Zhao Tianlong looked to be about forty-five or forty-six, burly and coarse-featured, with a sharp, sinister gaze. His slicked-back hair was immaculate, and his crisp black suit paired with a dramatic black cape gave him the unmistakable air of a kingpin. The aura of ruthless violence in his eyes left no doubt that he was a man who dealt in blood and iron. He exuded a sense of arrogance, as if he ruled over all beneath the heavens—a classic underworld boss.

He rose, cigar in hand, and strolled over, flanked by two alluring women, both tall, beautiful, and provocatively dressed.

Zhao Tianlong stopped in front of the middle-aged man, his lips curling into a cold, malicious smile.

“You fool. I offered you a way out, and you refused. Now you pay the price. If you dare to stand in my way, you should be prepared to sacrifice your entire family.”

“Idiot! Who do you think you are, standing in Brother Long’s way? You think you have more than one life to spare?”

The bodyguards jeered contemptuously. One of them pulled out a sharp dagger and sliced the little girl’s wrist.

She burst into sobs as her blood dripped into the pool. The sharks, previously calm, instantly caught the scent of blood, their predatory instincts awakening. They thrashed violently, jaws wide open, battering the sides of the pool.

“Stupid dog! I’ll let you watch as your own child is devoured by sharks, piece by piece,” Zhao Tianlong sneered.

At his command, several bodyguards seized the little girl, preparing to toss her into the pool. The sharks, already frenzied by the scent of blood, now saw their prey and surged forward, jaws gaping.

“Daddy, save me! Daddy, save me…”

“Zhang Zhendong, you bastard! Just give him what he wants—he’ll really kill us!”

The girl screamed desperately for help, while her mother pleaded tearfully with the middle-aged man.

Zhang Zhendong, the middle-aged man, was chairman of Shengshi Entertainment Group—a powerful figure in Ninghai.

The cause of all this was simple: Zhao Tianlong’s Tenglong Group wanted to acquire Shengshi Entertainment at a low price, and Zhang Zhendong refused. Even when threatened with bullets, he did not yield. He had made careful preparations: more than twenty professional bodyguards patrolled his villa day and night; he traveled with five or six guards, and his wife and daughter were well-protected.

But he had never imagined that Zhao Tianlong commanded such formidable experts. When his family was abducted from the villa, he discovered, to his shock, that all his bodyguards had been incapacitated as if by some mysterious force—completely unable to move.

And so they had ended up here.

He had not believed Zhao Tianlong would truly resort to murder. But seeing the current situation, he realized that if he did not yield, the lives of his whole family were in grave danger.

Zhao Tianlong, you’re nothing but a bandit.

For the sake of his family, Zhang Zhendong finally caved. Gritting his teeth, he said to Zhao Tianlong with resignation:

“Mr. Zhao, I admit defeat. As long as you spare my wife and child, I’ll agree to any terms you set.”

Zhao Tianlong grunted dismissively, blowing a cloud of cigar smoke into Zhang Zhendong’s face. He patted Zhang’s cheek mockingly and sneered, “Fool. Everyone who stands up to me ends up as shark food. If you’d given in earlier, none of this would have happened.”

Zhang Zhendong was a man of influence in Ninghai, used to wielding authority and command. Now, in front of Zhao Tianlong, he was utterly humiliated; even when slapped, he dared not show the slightest displeasure. He forced a smile and asked:

“What do you want me to do, Mr. Zhao?”

“I’ll let you go now. Your wife and child stay. You have three days—only three days. After that, I don’t want to see Shengshi Entertainment exist anymore. Only Tenglong Entertainment will remain.”

Zhao Tianlong’s tone turned icy as he threatened Zhang Zhendong:

“You know my power and my methods. Don’t try any tricks. Otherwise, your wife, your child, and you yourself—all of you will die. Understood?”

Zhang Zhendong, seeing no other way out, nodded in agreement. He faced Zhao Tianlong and said grimly:

“I’ll do as you ask, but you must treat my wife and daughter well. If they’re harmed in the slightest, I’ll fight you to the death—whatever the cost.”

Smack—

Zhao Tianlong slapped him again, sneering:

“You think you’re capable of fighting me to the death? Destroying you is as easy as killing a dog. All you need to do is handle this cleanly and please me. Then, maybe, you can beg for your wife and daughter’s lives. Understand?”

“You…”

Clutching his stinging cheek, Zhang Zhendong glared at Zhao Tianlong, teeth clenched in hatred. But to resist now would be suicide.

“Brother Long, the one courting death has arrived,” a bodyguard reported.

Zhao Tianlong nodded, then ordered, “Two of you stay and watch them. The rest, come with me—we have a dog to put down.”

“Yes, Brother Long.”

…

Meanwhile, Chen Yufeng’s car stopped at a junction not far from Cherry Blossom Mountain. The mountain was already within sight.

He got out without hesitation and headed straight for the mountain. Perhaps because it was so late, the road was deserted, the silence broken only by the glow of streetlights on either side.

After five or six minutes, Chen Yufeng reached the foot of the mountain. Sure enough, there was a private villa—more accurately, a private estate, complete with a villa, swimming pool, ornamental pond, fountain, and a small golf course.

While he’d been in the car, he’d felt strangely unwell—his head dizzy, his body out of sorts. But now, with his enemy so close, he could not afford to let the opportunity slip away.

Oddly, the estate’s gate stood open. Not even a guard dog was present.

Chen Yufeng’s unease grew; his limbs felt increasingly weak, his steps heavy with exhaustion. The sensation worsened with every stride.

What was happening?

A sense of foreboding crept over him…