C2 Meeting Her Enemies Again

"Ah..."

Lee Quan was sprawled on the ground, clutching his groin, wailing in agony like a child.

Just then, a group of people burst through the doorway. Ling Yifei quickly tried to summon his Vital Spirit, but as a novice, he had only managed to channel it twice. Now, the Vital Spirit was chaotically surging within him, offering no response.

This erratic Vital Spirit was not only useless but also sapped Ling Yifei's strength. He could do nothing but watch as several people pinned him to the ground, feeling utterly drained.

With no means to defend themselves, Ling Yifei and Ling Zhiyu were overpowered by the gang and taken to a small warehouse. Meanwhile, Lee Quan, one of the thugs, was rushed to the hospital, his fate uncertain.

Ling Yifei had been confined in a car trunk, jostled throughout the journey. When he finally emerged, night had fallen. They seemed to be in a warehouse in the western outskirts of S City.

He and his father were bound hand and foot and tossed inside the warehouse. Some time later, a man with sunglasses and a scar on his face entered.

"Chen Si!" Ling Yifei clenched his jaw in fury. Lee Quan had tormented him, but this man had taken it to another level.

Chen Si was a sadist through and through. While Lee Quan's abuse was humiliating, Chen Si's was utterly destructive.

The mere thought filled Ling Yifei with a surge of strength, almost enough to snap the ropes binding him.

"What's happened to these two?" Chen Si barked, slapping one of his underlings on the head.

"Boss, Brother Quan was taken out by this kid! Got him right in the balls!"

The underling was brutally honest, spilling the entire story to Chen Si. Upon hearing this, Chen Si's rage was palpable, his scarred cheek twitching uncontrollably.

He seized the underling's crotch, snarling, "Damn it, you can't even handle someone who owes us money. How are you going to face our clients?"

"Boss, I messed up, I'm so sorry!" the underling pleaded desperately. Finally, Chen Si grudgingly released his grip.

He glanced over at Ling Yifei and Ling Zhiyu. After questioning his subordinate, he learned that Ling Zhiyu was in debt and Ling Yifei was his son.

Chen Si approached Ling Zhiyu and said, "Let's hear it, how do you plan to repay me? If you're cooperative, I'll go easy on you."

Ling Zhiyu shuddered at the question, stammering, "I—I don't have any money."

"No money?" Chen Si began to strip Ling Zhiyu's clothes. "What about insurance, did you get any of that?"

Tied to the chair and staring at the knife in Chen Si's grip, Ling Zhiyu shook with terror. "Yes, I have!"

"Have you been paying it for two years?"

Ling Zhiyu nodded. In fact, he'd been paying for the insurance for five years.

"Well, then, you're all set. If you commit suicide, the insurance will pay out, and your debt will be settled, right?"

Truth be told, Ling Zhiyu had previously considered suicide for this very reason. But after his failed attempt, he worried about what would happen to his son if he died, and he abandoned the idea.

Chen Si read Ling Zhiyu's expression and realized he had no intention of following through.

"So, you're not going to do it?" Chen Si rolled up his sleeves and limbered up. "Maybe I should give you a hand."

He pulled a small box from his pocket, filled with silver needles. Ling Yifei knew all too well what they were for—targeting a person's sensitive spots. Most often, they were used on three particularly vulnerable areas.

Having endured this torture himself, Ling Yifei couldn't bear the thought of his father suffering the same fate.

Chen Si grabbed a needle and jabbed it into Ling Zhiyu's armpit. Ling Yifei watched, seething with rage but helpless in his bonds. Meanwhile, Ling Zhiyu writhed in agony, his arm trembling uncontrollably.

The agony of a needle piercing the armpit was excruciating.

To rescue his father, Ling Yifei knew he had to summon his Vital Spirit. Without it, he stood no chance against these thugs. He had been focusing on harnessing the Vital Spirit, and now, he had finally managed to control it once more.

"Don't hit my dad. If you've got a problem, take it up with me," Ling Yifei assessed his Vital Spirit. It was scant, insufficient to take down all the thugs here, but handling them one by one wouldn't be much of an issue.

Chen Si slapped Ling Yifei across the face. "Damn it, I didn't even ask you anything. What are you babbling about?"

Ling Yifei seethed internally, vowing to repay this treatment twofold. "I've got insurance too, been paying for over ten years. The payout might be around fifty to sixty million!"

His boast was a stretch, yet Chen Si seemed to buy it.

Ling Zhiyu stared at Ling Yifei, utterly bewildered. He was about to inquire about the situation when Ling Yifei silenced him with a look.

"Dad, don't worry about me!" Ling Yifei signaled to Ling Zhiyu with a series of winks and grimaces.

Meanwhile, Chen Si turned away, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

After a moment, he looked down and suggested, "Kid, why not just kill yourself and settle the debt?"

With that, he tossed a knife onto Ling Yifei's thigh.

"I'm scared..." Ling Yifei feigned cowardice, recoiling slightly.

"Kid, if you don't off yourself, then I'll have to do it for you!"

"Fine! But how can I commit suicide if I'm all tied up? Should I use my mouth?" Ling Yifei nodded in agreement.

"Damn it..." Chen Si muttered, then moved to untie Ling Yifei, convinced that the slight young man posed no real threat.

"Why don't you just tell me who's behind the debt? I could go straight to them," Ling Yifei probed as he was being untied.

"Go to your mom!" Chen Si smacked Ling Yifei on the head. "If I let you go straight to the client, what's in it for me?"

The clients provided the funds, and they issued the debt. As middlemen, they skimmed a hefty profit.

"If I die, there's fifty to sixty million in insurance money, but the debt's only thirty million. That leaves another thirty million. If you take that, can you let my dad go?"

"Absolutely!" Chen Si agreed enthusiastically, without a moment's hesitation. With that much money at stake, why would he need a deadbeat dad like him?

"Could we possibly discuss amending the insurance policy? I can just change the beneficiary to your name."

Chen Si, gazing into Ling Yifei's earnest eyes, could hardly contain his excitement, believing he had stumbled upon an easy mark.

If he became the named beneficiary, he would pocket the entire insurance payout without a second thought about whether Ling Zhiyu repaid the debt.

Ling Zhiyu, listening to Ling Yifei's proposal, grew increasingly perplexed. He had intended to intervene, but now he was at a loss for words.

"Can we talk in there?" Ling Yifei suggested, nodding subtly towards the small monitoring room in the warehouse. "It's quiet and more private."

Chen Si, with dollar signs in his eyes, was thrilled. Since Ling Yifei was bound, he believed the young man was powerless.

But the moment Chen Si untied Ling Yifei, he was met with a swift punch to the face.

Chen Si was knocked back, landing on the ground and writhing in agony.