After divorce, the useless husband withdrew 10 billion yuan

Chapter 662: The Third Princess of the Royal Family

Han Qiancheng pretended to be sick for two purposes!

One is to deceive Duan Xingyue.

One reason is naturally to deceive Su Ming!

The condition Su Ming gave him was that in addition to making up for the losses of the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce, he also had to take away all the other wealthy people in the Tiantang Society.

Simply put, he was asked to disband the Paradise Society!

The former is easy to do, but how could Han Qiancheng have the ability to disband the Heaven Society?

If he really had this ability, would he still obey the Heaven Society?

He would still be the richest man in Zhongzhou. Wouldn't he have already broken into Jiuzhou and become one of the richest people in the world? So Han Qiancheng came up with a plan and pretended to be sick!

As long as you can't wake him up, he won't respond.

No matter how skilled or capable King Su is, he wouldn't attack a half-dead man, right?

He had deceived Duan Xingyue, and now the only thing left was Su Ming!

As long as he passes this level, Han Qiancheng will be able to completely withdraw from the matter and stay out of it.

At that time, even if Su Ming and Tiantang would fight to the death, it would have nothing to do with him. He could even sit back and watch the fight and gain some benefits from it.

"I've studied medicine for a few days, but I didn't expect Mr. Han's condition to be so serious. Let me take a look. Maybe I can even help!"

As he spoke, Su Ming walked forward to check on Han Qiancheng's condition.

Several famous doctors from Zhongzhou stood nearby, looking at each other in bewilderment, not daring to speak.

Anyway, Duan Xingyue was in the same situation just now.

As long as Su Ming checks it, he will probably go back.

Su Ming walked to Han Qiancheng's bedside, looked him up and down, and exclaimed, "This is terrible! Master Han's condition is too serious. He is only hanging on to his last breath. If this continues, he will be doomed."

"I just happened to learn a couple of acupuncture techniques with silver needles. Come on, get me some silver needles. Preferably ones as thick as a thumb!"

"Master Han's condition is serious, and he can't be any more careful."

Su Ming ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The person behind him turned around and went downstairs to look for the silver needle.

"Thick as a thumb?"

When several famous doctors in Zhongzhou heard this, they were almost scared to death.

Silver needles made of cow hair, then acupuncture, thumb-thick, what's that? That's equivalent to surgery!

With one needle, a hole must be poked in Han Qiancheng's body!

If he gets a few more shots, Han Qiancheng will definitely die.

"I can't make it!"

The famous doctor nearby rushed forward and said to Su Ming in panic, "Prince Su, this thumb-thick silver needle is so thick. Mr. Han's life is hanging by a thread and his body is weak. How can he withstand it? If we stab him with this, won't he be finished?"

"Why, are you questioning my medical skills?"

Su Ming turned his head and cast a cold gaze on the other person.

He sneered, "He's as good as dead now, so let's try everything we can. Do you have any better ideas? Can you wake him up?"

"I…"

Several famous doctors were speechless for a moment, their expressions as ugly as if they had eaten shit. Of course they had a way to wake him up, but Han Qiancheng would not allow it!

A famous doctor quietly walked behind Han Qiancheng's head, raised his hand and gently pulled out the silver needle on Han Qiancheng's head.

No more pretending!

If this goes on, Han Qiancheng will be dead.

It is better to remove the silver needle, let Han Qiancheng's brain nerves recover, listen to the situation himself, and then decide whether to wake him up.

Although Han Qiancheng still had his eyes closed on the bed, his consciousness, hearing and vision had gradually returned to normal.

Su Ming was heard asking loudly beside the bed: "Have you found the silver needle?"

"Here we go, Prince Su, we've found the thumb-thick silver needle!"

The servant handed the silver needle to Su Ming.

A group of famous doctors shuddered at the sight of the silver needle in Su Ming's hand. Han Qiancheng almost jumped up from his seat!

It’s as thick as a thumb. Isn’t this going to kill me?

The famous doctor who had just spoken asked again, "Prince Su, may I ask which acupuncture point you intend to insert the silver needle into?"

"Just the heart!"

Su Ming said calmly, "Ordinary acupuncture points can no longer save him. Only by opening a hole in his heart can he wake up."

After saying that, Su Ming came to Han Qiancheng, raised his hand to touch Han Qiancheng's chest, raised the silver needle, and was about to stab it.

The doctors were so frightened that they turned their heads away and didn't dare to look anymore!

"King Su, spare my life!"

Han Qiancheng suddenly sat up from the bed, yelled, rolled off the bed, knelt in front of Su Ming, and shouted in fear: "King Su, please spare my life. I deserve to die. Please forgive me, King Su."

Su Ming raised his lip corners: "It seems that this thumb-thick silver needle is still useful. Master Han is full of energy before the needle is even inserted. But, Master Han, aren't you seriously ill?"

Su Ming sneered continuously!

Han Qiancheng was not stupid either, so he naturally realized that Su Ming had already seen through him, and at this moment he wanted to die.

This little trick might be useful to fool Duan Xingyue, but it was hopelessly stupid in front of the King of Jiuzhou.

Han Qiancheng felt so regretful!

I shouldn’t have pretended!

If I hadn't reacted in time, I would probably have died and my soul would have returned to heaven.

Han Qiancheng prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed, "Please forgive me, Lord Su. I was confused for a moment and tried to feign illness to deceive you. Please forgive me, Lord Su!"

"Humph!"

Su Ming sneered and threw the silver needle on the ground: "I don't need this thing to kill you. I just saw that you were having so much fun, so I played with you. What, do you want to die so much? How about I help you?"

"No!"

When Han Qiancheng heard this, he was so frightened that he almost fainted.

He pleaded hurriedly, "I don't want to die!"

"Then why are you pretending?"

Su Ming's face was cold.

"I don't want to either, but the task you assigned to me is too difficult for me to complete. The Heaven Society was founded by President Duan, a big boss in the Imperial State. If I take all the people under him away, President Duan will definitely slaughter my Han family. I don't want to die, but I don't want the Han family to be wiped out either."

"I'm really at my wit's end, so I came up with this despicable plan!"

Han Qiancheng burst into tears, shocked and frightened. The doctors and Han family members nearby dared not even breathe!

"waste!"

Su Ming snorted coldly.

"How about this, you give me the detailed information list of the other core wealthy people in the Heaven Society, and I will take care of the rest."

Su Ming said coldly.

"Yes, yes, thank you King Su for not killing me!"

Han Qiancheng nodded repeatedly in gratitude, and quickly asked someone to type out a detailed list of information according to his instructions and handed it to Su Ming.

After Duan Xingyue returned to the Paradise Club, she hadn't even sat down yet!

A group of core wealthy people from the Paradise Club entered the office one after another, lined up, and handed in their resignation letters to Duan Xingyue.

Looking at these resignation letters, Duan Xingyue was so angry that her face turned green!

This is not a resignation letter, it is a slap in her face, a hard slap in her face.

Before Heaven was created, these people were eager to serve her and even swore allegiance to her.

Now they are retreating one by one!

Doesn't this mean that Duan Xingyue is incompetent and unable to control the Paradise Club, and that it will be disbanded right there?

Looking at the group of wealthy people from Zhongzhou standing in front of her, Duan Xingyue gritted her teeth.

"You can leave if you want. Just give me a reason. Is someone threatening you?"

"If you have, say it to my face. Before, you all thought I was the boss of the Imperial State!"

"But actually, you don't know my identity yet. Today, I will let you know!"

After saying that, Duan Xingyue fished out her royal certificate from her pocket, the princess's ironclad proof, and slammed it heavily on the table. There was a loud bang!

Everyone in the office was shocked.

"I am from the Kyushu royal family, the daughter of the Kyushu emperor, and the third princess of the royal family!"

"With me here, no one can threaten you."

"Say!"

Duan Xingyue's cold voice resounded throughout the place.