C15 Three Heads a Pig

Tang Hao's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard a word Yang Wenfeng had said.

As Tang Hao approached him, Yang Wenfeng maintained his brazen demeanor.

He taunted Tang Hao, "What's the matter? You want to hit me? Come on, let's see if you, a coward, have the nerve..."

Yang Wenfeng's taunt was cut short.

With a swift motion, Tang Hao plunged his knife down.

He stabbed Yang Wenfeng's right hand, which was resting on the table, driving the blade through it and pinning it to the wood, until the handle was buried.

Yang Wenfeng's sentence was interrupted by his own screams.

Blood from his hand streamed down the table.

With his right hand nailed in place, Yang Wenfeng dared not move.

He could only bow his head and wail; any slight movement sent excruciating pain through his hand.

But Tang Hao was unfazed.

He watched Yang Wenfeng's agonized expression with a smirk.

"What's wrong? Think you're someone important? Huh? You think I wouldn't dare touch you? Did you come here to perform a comedy routine? Are you a renowned comedian? I can't stand people who talk too much."

"Since you're so chatty, I think you deserve a special reward. Hehehe..."

Tang Hao's chilling laughter echoed, sending shivers down Yang Wenfeng's spine.

Tang Hao fetched a meter-long roast pig.

"Since you came here to eat, spare us the nonsense and enjoy your meal. But since your hand is out of commission, I'll assist you. I'm going to start a live stream to demonstrate what 'three bites, one pig' really means."

Tang Hao leaned in close to the sweat-drenched Yang Wenfeng.

"If you don't finish this pig in three bites, you'll end up like it."

Then, Tang Hao launched the live streaming app on his phone.

He addressed the viewers, "Ladies and gentlemen, pay attention. I am with Mr. Yang Wenfeng, the heir to a renowned business group in Jaafmont. He's about to perform the 'three bites, one pig' challenge. If he succeeds, please send some tips. Even if he doesn't, show your support with a red heart. But a friendly warning: this is a dangerous act, so please do not attempt to replicate it."

After Tang Hao finished speaking, he secured his phone in place. He then picked up the suckling pig and, unbelievably, began to stuff it into Yang Wenfeng's mouth. It was clear that such a large piglet could not possibly fit. Yet, under Tang Hao's formidable strength, he persisted in forcing it in, even prying Yang Wenfeng's mouth open wider.

Initially, Yang Wenfeng's mouth tore, and blood streamed down his face. He looked at Tang Hao with sheer terror in his eyes, shaking with fear. Before long, half of the piglet's head had been jammed into Yang Wenfeng's throat.

With a sickening crunch, Yang Wenfeng's jaw was wrenched open by the piglet. His jaw dislocated, and with the piglet stuffed down to his throat, it was visibly as swollen as his entire head. The bones in his lower jaw were brutally broken, and the excruciating pain combined with the choking sensation caused Yang Wenfeng to lose consciousness.

"Oops, looks like I failed. What a shame, this gentleman couldn't meet the challenge," Tang Hao lamented mockingly.

"Well then, dear viewers, we'll see you next time," he said, ending the broadcast.

The live stream had only lasted a few minutes, but the graphic and realistic violence sparked massive controversy online. Throughout the broadcast, only Yang Wenfeng's face was shown; Tang Hao's identity remained concealed.

Upon seeing Yang Wenfeng pass out, Tang Hao stopped his assault and casually tossed the piglet aside. The sight of someone unconscious and severely injured, especially since it was the future heir to the Qrapo Group, sent shockwaves through the venue.

The guests were initially frozen in disbelief. No one could have imagined Tang Hao would act so recklessly and treat Yang Wenfeng with such blatant disregard. A scream from someone snapped the crowd back to reality, and panic ensued.

The banquet hall descended into disarray as the guests, no longer concerned with aiding Yang Wenfeng, scrambled to exit. Fearing they might be Tang Hao's next target, they fled in droves, leaving everything else behind.

The banquet hall emptied in an instant as all the guests made a hasty retreat. Tang Hao, however, appeared oblivious to the commotion, calmly continuing his meal. The event, purportedly in honor of Old Mrs. Lin's recovery, was in truth a thinly veiled business networking opportunity, meant to introduce the new head of the Lin family. Genuine celebration for Old Mrs. Lin's well-being was not the day's true purpose.

Moreover, Yang Wenfeng's disparaging remarks at the Lin family's succession banquet made it clear he held little regard for them. The unfolding chaos culminated in a farcical ending that left Lin Xinguo, his son, and Old Mrs. Lin fuming with rage.

Lin Qing, unable to contain his anger, bellowed at Tang Hao, "What on earth are you trying to achieve? Do you want to bring the Lin family to ruin? Are you intent on taking us all down with you?"

The gravity of Tang Hao's actions struck fear into Lin Xinguo and his son, leaving them completely bewildered. Despite the insult Yang Wenfeng had hurled at the Lin family, none of the family's heavyweights dared to utter a word in response.

"Call an ambulance, now! We need to get help immediately!" Old Mrs. Lin urgently instructed Lin Xinguo, upon seeing Yang Wenfeng lying unconscious, his face a mask of blood. Lin Xinguo snapped to attention and frantically dialed for emergency services.

Tang Hao responded to Lin Qing's outburst with a cold laugh. "You all were so meek when Yang Wenfeng accused you of cowardice. Now you find the courage to yell at me?" His gaze, tinged with a hint of menace, flicked towards Lin Qing, who involuntarily shuddered under its weight.

Tang Hao, who had not hesitated to deal harshly with the Yang family's young master, was not someone Lin Qing could afford to provoke. Lin Qing's boldness stemmed solely from Tang Hao's status as the Lin family's son-in-law. But if Tang Hao's capabilities were as formidable as his handling of the earlier incident suggested, crossing him could be a grave mistake. Lin Qing's face turned a shade reminiscent of a boiled shrimp as he pondered the potential consequences.

He was visibly struggling to contain his anger, his face turning red, yet he dared not make a sound.

He felt weak.

"I... I refuse to argue with a lunatic like you. You're going to have to deal with the mess you've made on your own. Tomorrow, I'll make a public statement clarifying that your actions are in no way associated with the Lin family."

With those words, Lin Qing walked out, intent on severing ties with Tang Hao.

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