Chapter 8: Let's See How Much Your Life Is Worth

Everyone was stunned as they looked at the newcomer. A useless man, daring to kick open the doors to the conference room—was he rebelling against the heavens themselves?

“Damn it, Mo Han, are you looking for death? How dare you kick open the conference room door?” Li Bing roared furiously.

“This wastrel must have drunk too much fake liquor. What else could drive him so wild?” another younger member of the Li family sneered.

Li Zhentong and the others wore grim expressions; their faces darkened considerably.

“Mo Han, what are you doing here? Get out, now!” Seeing the fury in the old man’s eyes, Li Xiande quickly shouted.

Mo Han glanced at his father-in-law and said coldly, “I’m here to settle scores with the Li family.”

“What? What did you say? Repeat that, I didn’t hear you clearly,” Li Bing laughed, tilting his head as if to listen better.

“Bing, this fool said he’s here to settle accounts with our Li family,” a young man chuckled.

“Settle accounts?”

Li Bing shouted angrily and lunged at Mo Han, swinging a slap. “Settle with your damned head!”

Everyone watched with schadenfreude. Li Bing was the future heir of the Li family, the old man’s favorite, hot-tempered, and none of the younger generation dared provoke him.

Mo Han had infuriated Li Bing—everyone was eager to watch the spectacle.

Mo Han, the son-in-law brought into the family, had never been regarded seriously by the Li clan.

But—

The scene they imagined, of Mo Han being beaten, did not occur.

Li Bing’s hand was swiftly caught by Mo Han.

Stunned for a moment, Li Bing barked, “You useless fool, I’ll give you three seconds—let go now!”

In his eyes, Mo Han was still the timid, submissive son-in-law.

But then—

A crisp snap echoed as the bones in Li Bing’s hand broke, followed by his agonized, pig-like screams.

“You wretch! You dare break my hand—I’ll kill you! Ahhhhh!” Rage and pain twisted Li Bing’s face beyond recognition.

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock. They never expected such a scene!

Mo Han had dared to break Li Bing’s hand—he was doomed now!

The old man would never forgive him.

The Li family would never let him walk away!

“Kill me? You?” Mo Han raised his hand and slapped Li Bing across the face.

Li Bing’s body was sent flying, slamming into the conference room wall. Half his face was a mangled mass of blood and flesh, several teeth shattered—a grotesque sight.

A tremor ran through the crowd; fear flickered in their eyes as they gazed at Mo Han.

“Stop! Are you trying to overturn the heavens?” Li Xianwu roared in fury, seeing his son’s miserable state, his desire to kill Mo Han rising.

“Guards! Quickly, get in here! Seize this traitor!”

Mo Han looked coldly at Li Xianwu and said icily, “You can shout yourself hoarse—no one will come.”

Security had tried to block him earlier; now they lay groaning on the floor.

“This is rebellion! Rebellion!” The old man Li Zhentong trembled with rage, yelling at Li Xiande, “This is your son-in-law? Does he even acknowledge the Li family?”

Li Xiande shuddered, about to yell at Mo Han, but the next moment Mo Han’s chilling gaze swept over him—a wave of terror emanating from Mo Han made him tremble, swallowing his words.

Mo Han, at this moment, was utterly unfamiliar, striking fear into his heart.

Was this still the incompetent son-in-law he knew?

Li Xiande could hardly believe it—Mo Han had suddenly become terrifying.

“Old man, transfer the hundred million from selling my daughter’s corneas. For Anan’s sake, I’ll let bygones be bygones,” Mo Han’s cold gaze locked onto Li Zhentong.

“Outrageous! Seize him!” Li Zhentong thundered, slamming the table, murderous intent radiating from his entire body.

The executives, hearing this, grabbed whatever was at hand and rushed at Mo Han.

Mo Han sneered, paying no heed to the Li family’s managers, instead striding toward Li Bing.

At that moment, the executives converged on Mo Han, attempting to subdue him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a casual wave, Mo Han sent four or five charging executives flying, their bodies smashing into walls, blood spilling from their mouths, unable to stand.

“You! You! You…” Li Zhentong trembled, pointing at Mo Han, nearly unable to catch his breath.

Li Xianwu, seeing Mo Han’s ferocity, dared not take a single step closer.

“What… what are you going to do?” Li Bing, lying on the ground, saw Mo Han approaching, fear flickering in his eyes.

“Nothing much. I just want to see if your life is worth a hundred million,” Mo Han sneered, hoisting Li Bing up and pinning his left hand on the conference table.

Everyone was frozen, not daring to breathe, uncertain what Mo Han intended.

Mo Han took out a dagger, his gaze fixed on Li Zhentong. “From now on, for every five counts, I’ll cut off a finger. When the fingers are gone, I’ll slice the flesh. Whenever you transfer the hundred million to me, I’ll let him go. How long he lasts depends on his own fate.”

A collective gasp swept the room.

Too ruthless!

At that moment, no one doubted Mo Han’s resolve.

“Don’t you dare!” Li Zhentong shouted, but in his heart, he did not doubt Mo Han.

He could tell—Mo Han was no longer the useless grandson-in-law.

He was a devil to be feared.

“Grandfather, save me! You must save me!” Li Bing cried out.

He had no doubt that Mo Han meant what he said—he knew Mo Han would chop off his fingers.

“Three.”

Hearing Mo Han count to three, Li Bing was so terrified he wet himself.

Staring at the gleaming dagger, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

“Dad, Xiao Bing is the foundation of the Li family’s future. If he becomes crippled, he’ll be ridiculed after inheriting the family estate. It could affect the whole family’s development. Dad, please agree to his terms, give him the hundred million! Dad, I beg you!” Li Xianwu could not bear to see his son crippled.

Besides, the hundred million did come from selling Mo Han’s daughter’s corneas—money that was never truly the Li family’s.

Compared to his son’s life and future, the money meant nothing.

“Five!”

Mo Han’s voice rang out, the knife fell—without even looking, he sliced off Li Bing’s little finger.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Li Bing let out a heart-rending scream, nearly fainting from the pain.

The others stiffened, stepping back in fear.

“Bastard, I’ll fight you to the death!”

Li Xianwu, losing all composure, grabbed a chair and charged at Mo Han.

Boom!

Mo Han waved his hand, the chair splintered, and Li Xianwu was hurled across the room by an immense force, smashing into the wall, vomiting blood, barely conscious.

“One!”

Unperturbed, Mo Han resumed his cold count.

“Grandfather! I beg you, please agree to his terms! Grandfather!” Li Bing banged his head against the table, sobbing.

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Grandfather!” Li Bing wailed, his eyes full of despair.

“Four.”

Li Bing felt the world spinning, nearly unable to breathe.

He never expected his grandfather to be so heartless.

“Five.”

Li Bing’s eyes rolled back, immense terror and utter despair overwhelming him, and he fainted instantly.