Chapter 41: Far Too Ruthless!

“Tiger, Yang Er’s been crippled.”

At Sakura Bathhouse, Yu Hu was lying on the bed, a young and beautiful masseuse working on his back. A burly man entered respectfully.

“How bad?” Yu Hu asked indifferently.

“Both his hands were twisted and broken. Even if they heal, he’s finished.”

“Who did it?”

“The pharmaceutical factory’s security.”

“The security at the pharmaceutical factory?” Yu Hu rolled over and sat up. The masseuse gave a startled cry as she was thrown off the bed, but didn’t dare make another sound. She stood aside, head lowered, silent.

“Have they grown tired of living? Daring to go after my people?” A murderous glint flashed in Yu Hu’s eyes.

“Tiger, Yang Er also said the other side told him to pass you a message: if you don’t go to the pharmaceutical factory by five this afternoon, they’ll break your arms and legs,” the man reported.

“Damn it! No need to wait till five. Gather all our brothers—we’re going now!” Yu Hu leapt up, furious. He’d been running wild for years—who in Baiyun District didn’t show him respect? And now a mere security guard at a pharmaceutical factory dared treat him like a nobody? Did they really think Yu Hu was just a paper tiger?

“Tiger, I heard Yang Er’s fifty men were all taken away by them,” the burly man added.

“Damn it!” Yu Hu raged. “Yang Er’s an idiot—fifty men, and they couldn’t take out a few security guards?”

“Maybe there were a lot of security guards too,” the man guessed.

Yu Hu nodded. That seemed possible—otherwise, how could all fifty have lost?

“Bring me my phone,” Yu Hu said to the masseuse.

She quickly fetched his phone from the table beside the bed and handed it to him.

Yu Hu dialed a number.

“Biao, I’ve got a situation here. Lend me a hundred men,” he said bluntly.

“Let Gouzi send you some guys. Just don’t make it too big, or I won’t be able to cover for you,” the voice on the other end replied.

“Thanks, Biao. I know what I’m doing. Nobody’s going to die,” Yu Hu assured him.

“Contact Gouzi—tell him I said so,” the man said, then hung up.

Yu Hu called Ergou, set a meeting spot, then hung up as well.

“Get the rest of our brothers together. We leave for the pharmaceutical factory in half an hour!” Yu Hu ordered, changing his clothes.

Half an hour later, seven vans sped toward the pharmaceutical factory.

They stopped on the outskirts. Yu Hu waited for about ten more minutes—several more vans and a bus arrived. Then, together, they stormed the pharmaceutical factory.

The security guards saw more than a hundred thugs pouring out of the vehicles and could only retreat, radioing Xu Jing as they fell back.

“Brothers, find that guy Mo Han—break his arms! And bring me that girl, Li An’an!” Yu Hu barked, surveying his men.

He remembered Qin Haoran’s instructions: break Mo Han’s arms, deliver Li An’an, and there’d be another five million to earn. He wasn’t about to pass up such an easy profit.

“President Li, bad news! Yu Hu’s leading more than a hundred thugs—he’s broken in!” Ma Jiaojiao burst into the office, face pale with fear.

“What?” Li An’an trembled, springing to her feet. Were these people crazy? They’d smashed her factory equipment that morning, and now, in the afternoon, they were attacking the offices. Were they really trying to force her out?

“Hurry and check it out—there are too many people, the guards don’t dare stop them,” Ma Jiaojiao said tearfully.

“Call the police! I’ll go out and look!” Li An’an said anxiously.

“No need to call the police. I invited them,” Mo Han, who’d been coaxing his daughter to sleep, said calmly.

“You—you brought them?” Li An’an and Ma Jiaojiao stared at Mo Han in astonishment.

“They wrecked so much of our equipment this morning. Of course, they should pay for it. Don’t worry—leave it to me.” Mo Han smiled, glanced at his now-sleeping daughter, and walked out.

Li An’an and Ma Jiaojiao had no choice but to follow. At this point, they could only put their trust in Mo Han.

Downstairs, they saw Xu Jing and the last dozen or so security guards blocking Yu Hu’s gang. The guards all gripped steel pipes, but facing over a hundred thugs—even as former soldiers—they couldn’t help feeling afraid.

Xu Jing, having witnessed Mo Han’s ruthless efficiency that morning, was much more composed. If he hadn’t stood firm at the front, the others would have run already.

“Damn it, you’re the ones who crippled my man, Yang Er?” Yu Hu snarled, eyes cruel. “Brothers, break this bunch of bastards’ arms!”

At the command, the thugs charged forward.

Xu Jing held steady, but the guards behind him were pale, hands shaking on their steel pipes.

At that moment, a figure snatched a steel pipe from a guard and plunged into the crowd.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The first dozen or so thugs fell instantly, out of the fight in less than a minute.

“Go!” Xu Jing shouted, seeing Mo Han make his move, and charged in, steel pipe in hand.

The others, still fearful, followed him into the melee.

Two minutes later, over a hundred thugs lay sprawled on the ground—including Yu Hu and Ergou.

The two men looked around at the bodies littering the floor, then up at Mo Han, cold and severe before them. Their hearts pounded with terror.

The security guards and company staff, witnessing this one-sided massacre, drew sharp breaths. They’d seen plenty of fights, but never anything like this—never such a slaughter. Wasn’t President Li’s husband supposed to be a good-for-nothing? Since when was a good-for-nothing this formidable?

“So, you’re Yu Hu, the so-called kingpin of Baiyun District?” Mo Han squatted, patting Yu Hu’s face.

“Who are you?” Yu Hu quavered.

Xu Jing slapped him across the face. “If Brother Han asks you a question, you answer! You’re not qualified to question him!”

Mo Han glanced at Xu Jing, a faint smile in his eyes.

“Brother Han,” Xu Jing grinned, a little embarrassed. He couldn’t help himself—he admired the strong, and after today, he had to call Mo Han “Brother.”

“I’m Yu Hu,” Yu Hu answered, both terrified and humiliated.

“Good. You smashed our factory equipment today—here’s the list. Pay up,” Mo Han said, handing him a sheet.

Yu Hu glanced at it, his face twisting. “Fifty million? Are you out of your mind?!”

“Break all five fingers on his right hand,” Mo Han said coldly, stepping back.

Xu Jing had two guards restrain Yu Hu. He struggled wildly, but after Xu Jing smashed his arm with a steel pipe, he was subdued.

“My big brother is Xu Biao—” Yu Hu began, but his words were cut off with a scream as Xu Jing broke a finger with the pipe.

Ergou and the other thugs pretended to be dead on the floor, hearts pounding in terror. This was what a real gangster was—ruthless!

“I’ll pay! I’ll pay! I’ll pay the fifty million!” Yu Hu screamed, seeing the pipe raised for another blow.

“Now you’re talking. The wise man bows to circumstances,” Mo Han said coldly, then gave him his bank account.

Yu Hu frantically called his financial advisor, ordered his assets sold, and scraped together the fifty million.

Half an hour later, the money arrived. Mo Han released only Yu Hu. The remaining one hundred and fifty thugs, including Ergou, were kept at the factory for forced labor to pay off the debt.

At that moment, everyone in the company looked at Mo Han with a mix of awe and fear.