C18 Chasing out the Enemy

Chung Dafu grasped a dagger and tossed it at Ye Fann's feet, his sinister laugh echoing through the room. "Little brother Ye, you gonna do the honors, or should I lend a hand?"

"I'll do it myself."

"But you're not exactly in a position to move, are you? Never mind." Chung Dafu retrieved the dagger and pressed it against Ye Fann's groin. "I'll do you this favor, out of respect for your wife. It's a bit of a hassle, but I'll help you... take care of this little problem."

"Isn't that 'little problem' of yours already out of commission?" Ye Fann interjected abruptly.

Silence fell like a heavy curtain.

Chung Dafu's grip on the knife tightened incrementally, his face contorting as the flesh tensed and twisted in anger. Ye Fann had struck a nerve, and it was throbbing with fury.

It was true. The hospital's verdict was in: a lifetime of infertility.

And the cruelest cut of all—he would never touch a woman again.

"It can't be, can it? You're really impotent?" Ye Fann feigned shock.

"Shut your damn mouth, shut up, shut up!" Chung Dafu exploded to his feet, bellowing with rage. In that moment, he realized he couldn't just kill Ye Fann—not yet.

That would be letting him off too easy.

He needed to bring in Ye Fann's wife, Huang Xinying, and torment her until she broke. That would quench his thirst for revenge.

With a forced smile, Chung Dafu dialed Huang Yong's number, his voice a strained cheer. "Brother Huang, you up?"

"As long as you're awake, come on over to our regular spot. And bring your sister, Huang Xinying. We've got a deal to discuss."

"Changed your mind? Don't want the million? I've got the cash ready. Just bring your sister, and the million is yours. What do you say?"

"Good, it's settled. I'll be waiting for you at the usual place."

After the call, Chung Dafu ordered his men to haul Ye Fann out and stuff him into a car. Flooring the gas pedal, he sped toward their regular haunt, the Dingtian Hotel.

Ye Fann was bound hand and foot and ushered into the private room.

At the entrance, Chung Dafu barked orders to his underlings, "Post extra men at every staircase and elevator. And bring weapons."

"Yes, boss."

"And fetch two suitcases," he added.

"Got it."

The suitcases were meant for a grim purpose: to hold bodies. Chung Dafu, having been crippled by Ye Fann, was hell-bent on vengeance.

Ye Fann, Huang Yong, Huang Xinying—none would escape his wrath.

But Chung Dafu had sorely misjudged Huang Yong.

Huang Yong might have been uneducated and rough around the edges, but he had his street smarts.

As the taxi pulled up to the hotel, Huang Yong's eyes immediately caught the 'Closed for Business' sign at the entrance. The area was swarming with men in black suits.

Suspicion crept into Huang Yong's mind. This wasn't about picking up money from Chung Dafu; it was a trap.

Stepping out of the taxi, the intense scrutiny from the suited men at the entrance only heightened Huang Yong's unease. He grabbed Huang Xinying's arm, "Sis, let's just call it off. We shouldn't go in."

Huang Xinying's eyes flashed with irritation. "What are you talking about? We can't leave your brother-in-law in there. I'm not in the mood for your nonsense, Huang Yong. We'll settle this later."

They were quickly encircled by the men in suits.

"Let's go," Huang Xinying insisted, tugging at Huang Yong to follow her inside.

"Go if you want, but I'm done!" In a sudden move, Huang Yong shoved Huang Xinying aside and bolted, not once looking back, abandoning her.

Moments later, as Huang Xinying regained her composure, she found herself hemmed in by the suits.

Before she knew it, Huang Xinying was in the private room, face to face with Ye Fann.

"Ye Fann!" she exclaimed, rushing to free him from his bonds.

Chung Dafu, seizing the opportunity, reached out and pulled Huang Xinying into a tight embrace.

"Sweetheart, you're finally here."

"Let go, let me go..."

Huang Xinying was in a state of panic, struggling fiercely, but Chung Dafu's grip only tightened.

"There, there, I wasn't satisfied last time. Today, daddy's going to take real good care of you." Lust and excitement shone in Chung Dafu's eyes as he reached for the hem of Huang Xinying's skirt.

"You're so damn worthless. What's left to hurt?" Ye Fann blurted out.

Chung Dafu stiffened, and in that moment, Huang Xinying wriggled free and dashed to Ye Fann's side.

The knots binding Ye Fann, however, were too tight; in her frantic state, she couldn't untie them.

Chung Dafu's henchmen closed in and pulled her away again.

"Go to hell!" Enraged and humiliated by Ye Fann's taunt, Chung Dafu's eyes blazed as he lunged and landed a punch on Ye Fann's face.

Blood gushed from Ye Fann's nose, but he remained stoic, taunting again, "A cripple's a cripple. How are you any different from a eunuch now?"

Chung Dafu lost it, bellowing as he grabbed a stool, "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch, that goddamn mutt..."

"Boss, no, don't do it!" One of his men rushed to restrain him, pleading, "Not yet. Don't kill her. Let's deal with the woman first."

Chung Dafu snapped out of it. Right, the woman, deal with her first.

"Ye Fann, you watch," Chung Dafu snarled, pointing at Ye Fann, "Even if I'm a wreck, I can still make your woman scream. Pay attention!"

"Bring them in!" Chung Dafu bellowed, and the room quickly filled with over a dozen men.

Ye Fann clenched his teeth in silent fury, straining against the ropes that bound him.

Chung Dafu yanked Huang Xinying by the hair, dragging her before Ye Fann, and sneered viciously, "Seventeen men, each taking their turn with your wife, over and over. Thrilling, isn't it?"

"Hahaha..." Chung Dafu's laughter boomed as he abruptly shoved Huang Xinying into the arms of one of his henchmen.

"No, no, let go, let me go!" Huang Xinying's cries of despair filled the air.

Her coat was ripped off by the man.

Another thug quickly joined in, pinning her to the ground, his grip unyielding.

A dozen more men swarmed over her.

Terror and fear mingled as Huang Xinying wept bitterly.

"Back off, all of you," a chilling voice commanded.

Hearts raced as heads turned.

Ye Fann had freed himself from his binds, a dagger now at Chung Dafu's throat.

The room went still.

With a swift motion, Ye Fann sliced off one of Chung Dafu's fingers.

A scream erupted, piercing as a pig's slaughter.

Ye Fann delivered a kick to Chung Dafu's knee, forcing him to kneel. His voice was icy, lethal, "Everyone, back off. Hands on your heads, squat down."

"Move it! Hands on your heads! Now squat the hell down! Squat!" Chung Dafu's orders to his men turned into a shriek as Ye Fann severed another finger and coolly instructed, "I didn't say you could talk. Shut your mouth."

A frosty chill emanated from Ye Fann, enveloping the air and everyone in it.

One by one, Chung Dafu's men complied, clutching their heads and squatting.

Ye Fann grabbed Huang Xinying, using Chung Dafu as a shield, they retreated to the elevator entrance.

As they stepped into the elevator, Ye Fann kicked Chung Dafu aside, and with a flick of his wrist, the dagger flew, aiming straight for Chung Dafu's throat.