When he arrived at White Tiger Hall, Duan Fei, Ah Kun, Volcano, Iron Tower, Vajra, and the others were already waiting at the entrance.
None of them dared to breathe too loudly.
Bai Jinghong’s expression was simply terrible, and a heavy, murderous aura emanated from him.
“Where are they?”
Bai Jinghong asked coldly.
“Young Master, in… the basement vault!”
Bai Jinghong headed straight there.
Ah Kun, Duan Fei, Volcano, and the others quickly fell in behind him.
After passing through several doors, they finally reached the basement vault.
Quite a few people were already inside, all Duan Fei’s men.
Directly ahead, a dozen or so people knelt on the ground.
Seven of them were the drivers. The rest were Huang Fu’s family members, including a little girl.
They huddled together, trembling uncontrollably.
Bai Jinghong, his teeth clenched, walked up to face them.
“Young Master Bai… did we do something wrong? What is this…”
One of the drivers stammered fearfully.
But before he could finish his sentence, Bang!—a gunshot rang out.
The driver collapsed straight to the ground without knowing what hit him.
That shot was fired by Ah Kun!
Seeing someone die right in front of their eyes made the others lose control of their bladders.
Especially Huang Fu’s family, who wailed loudly, crying and sobbing.
Huang Fu himself was ashen-faced, his pants already soaked through.
The moment Ye Chen got what he wanted, he had let him go. But Huang Fu hadn’t managed to escape with his family before being captured.
Bai Jinghong lit a cigarette, sat down in a chair, and spoke in a sinister tone.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done a job for me. You should know my temperament!”
“There are only two kinds of people who work for me. One kind forgets everything, enjoys life, and earns a fortune.”
“The other kind has a death wish and, in the end, actually dies.”
After finishing, Bai Jinghong took the gun and fired a bullet into Huang Fu’s leg without hesitation.
A spurt of blood erupted from Huang Fu’s leg. He collapsed, howling and rolling on the ground, clutching his leg.
“See? He got greedy and chose the second option—using things that shouldn’t be spoken about as conversation pieces!”
“So, he should be mentally prepared for this.”
“Young Master Bai, I was wrong! I was wrong! Please spare my family! I truly was wrong!”
Huang Fu was in agony and terror, weeping miserably.
Bai Jinghong ignored him completely and continued speaking.
“A hundred thousand plus for a trivial matter… did you really think I was a fool with more money than sense? Or that I was running a charity?”
“Have I been too lenient with you, making you so arrogant?”
The faces of the drivers were filled with terror. They wanted nothing more than to tear Huang Fu apart.
They were always meticulous in their work, never daring to make a mistake. And now, because of Huang Fu alone, they were all going to die.
“Two choices!” Bai Jinghong held up two fingers.
The drivers all knew their fates would be decided at this very moment.
“One: all of you die!”
“Two: over there are knives. The remaining five of you will each take one. Deal with Huang Fu’s family!”
Almost without hesitation, the drivers cried out: “Young Master Bai, we choose the second! The second!”
“We guarantee nothing like this will ever happen again. If it does, we offer up our own families!”
Bai Jinghong gestured, and Ah Kun had his men start recording with their phones.
He himself stood up.
He had other matters to attend to today; he had no interest in watching this.
“Right. Leave Huang Fu for last. Let him witness the whole process!”
“The whole family, neat and tidy, together as companions. They can chat and show off on the road to the afterlife!”
His words fell, and Bai Jinghong strode out of the basement vault.
Meanwhile, the drivers scrambled to their feet impatiently, rushing over to grab their weapons.
What followed were miserable shrieks, wails of agony, and Huang Fu’s own utterly tormented screams.
After leaving the vault, Bai Jinghong took out his phone and dialed Yun Qin’s number.
It was quickly answered.
“Jinghong, are you home yet?”
Yun Qin, unaware of what had transpired, asked gently.
“Qin’er, I’m sending you an address. Go there and blow it up!”
Yun Qin was momentarily startled, then responded seriously: “Understood!”
After hanging up, Bai Jinghong looked back at Ah Kun, who was behind him.
Ah Kun kept his head down, looking like he’d made a grave mistake. “Young Master, this whole affair was my oversight. I didn’t confiscate their communication devices.”
“Please, punish me, Young Master!”
Bai Jinghong naturally wouldn’t take action against his right-hand man. He just shook his head. “The damage from this incident isn’t major, but I don’t want a repeat.”
Ah Kun quickly guaranteed: “If it happens again, Ah Kun will bring you his own head!”
“Good!” Bai Jinghong’s expression remained indifferent. “Go get some of Huang Fu’s blood and give it to me. Isn’t Ye Chen very knowledgeable in Feng Shui? Doesn’t he like using Feng Shui Arts to harm people?”
“I’ll give him a gift!”
Soon, Ah Kun had retrieved Huang Fu’s blood.
Bai Jinghong dipped into it and drew something on Yellow Talisman paper.
Three sheets in total.
He then handed them to Ah Kun. “Take your men right now to Nine Dragons Mountain Cemetery. Dig up the grave of Ye Chen’s younger sister.”
“Take the ashes away and place these things in there!”
“Remember to bury them deep. Don’t let anyone find them just by turning over the soil.”
“Yes, Young Master!” Ah Kun replied hastily.
“Take the other two as well. Find out where his parents’ graves are located and dig those up too!”
Bai Jinghong thought for a moment. “Doing this kind of thing makes it easy to suffer a Backlash!”
“One must have a justifiable reason. Let me think of an excuse… we’ll say it’s to avenge the Ye family’s Second Aunt. Go!”
Ah Kun nodded firmly.
Leaving White Tiger Hall, Bai Jinghong rubbed his forehead.
The situation with Yun Mengxi had left him somewhat agitated.
But what was done was done. He could only look forward.
Bai Jinghong drove straight back to the Bai Family Estate.
This time, he went to Bai Ruoxi’s Villa.
Bai Ruoxi was reading on the sofa in the villa’s living room.
She saw Bai Jinghong walk in.
Just as she was curiously about to speak, Bai Jinghong came over directly, scooped her up without any explanation.
Bai Ruoxi was startled and swatted at him. “You little brat, what are you doing?”
“Sister, I’m a bit tired and sleepy. Come keep me company for a nap!” Bai Jinghong said as he headed for the upstairs master bedroom.
Bai Ruoxi wanted to struggle, but suddenly felt something was off with Bai Jinghong. She asked quickly, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Just a little tired.”
Regardless of whether Bai Ruoxi agreed or not, he entered the room and placed her directly on the bed.
Bai Ruoxi was wearing a long printed T-shirt and loose, ash-white pants. Her figure was slender and graceful, gentle and alluring.
Bai Jinghong gave her a gentle smile, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his embrace.
Lying in bed, Bai Jinghong did nothing, nor did he feel any desire.
He simply drifted off into a hazy sleep.
Bai Ruoxi, for some unknown reason, seemed to default to letting him hold her and didn’t resist.
Perhaps it was because she truly doted on and cared for Bai Jinghong. Seeing him so exhausted, she couldn’t bear to push him away.
Perhaps for other reasons.
But in any case, she didn’t refuse. She lay very gently in Bai Jinghong’s arms.
At the same time, outside a luxury five-star hotel, two cars pulled up to the entrance.
A peerless beauty stepped out of one, a Rolls-Royce!
It was Jiang Yueying!
Four bodyguards in suits and leather shoes followed her.
Her outfit today was very simple.
A beige light trench coat, dark-colored dress pants, and low heels.
But her expression was a completely different story—cold as ice, keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet she was so beautiful it was dazzling!
Eyes like autumn pools, a tall, elegant nose, full, rosy lips. Her features were as if painted, her face like a peach blossom, utterly exquisite without a single flaw!
She stood there gracefully. The soft, lustrous strands of her hair were slightly disheveled by the wind.
But rather than detracting, it added a touch of carefree beauty. It seemed that no matter what, she always looked stunning.
A man stepped out of the other car, a Mercedes-Benz.
Ye Chen!
A refined, cultured smile graced his face. His clothes were immaculate, his hair meticulously styled, every detail perfect.
“Miss Jiang, everything is prepared inside. Please, let me show you to the private room!”
Jiang Yueying swept a disgusted glance over him and said without any courtesy: “Is there something wrong with your brain?”
“I know where the private room is. What are you trying to show me?”
Ye Chen froze, utterly embarrassed.
