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The man's voice trembled slightly: "Brother Zhu, my daughter is still so young, she doesn't understand anything. They have no idea what we've been doing. I beg you, you must spare their lives!"

Master Fan said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, you are you, and the child is the child, they're two different things. Besides, after all these years of friendship, don't you know what kind of person I am?"

The man seemed a little relieved. While stuffing something into his mouth, he said, "Brother Zhu, you have to help me! I know you and my brother are very capable people, with connections everywhere! You absolutely have to get me a passport and a plane ticket!"

Master Fan comforted him in his naturally humorous voice, "Huaiyi, look at you, you panic at the slightest thing."

We need to stay calm, especially in situations like this. Back then, Meng Chao tried to report you, and what happened? Did he succeed? We took care of him anyway.

Over the years, haven't my brother and I kept all the big and small things under control? Trust me, once we get through this, we'll be living a life of endless wealth and luxury..."

Just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared in their line of sight, startling the two people who were talking so much that they trembled and their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

Master Fan stared wide-eyed at the bald, fat man who had appeared out of nowhere, and felt a tightness in his throat.

His voice trembled involuntarily, and he could feel it himself; the voice was as erratic as a candle flickering in the wind.

At this moment, a fine layer of cold sweat had seeped onto his back, as if a chill had shot up his spine. He forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Who...who are you?"

Cheng Yi's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile that appeared particularly sinister in the dim light. He said slowly, "Who I am is not important. What's important is, who are you? And who is he? What were you two whispering about here just now?"

Master Fan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly glanced at Ju Huaiyi beside him, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Huaiyi, this guy actually knew you were here, and he must have overheard our conversation. We absolutely cannot let this kind of person live. If we let him leave alive, we're all doomed."

Ju Huaiyi was already terrified, his face pale and his legs trembling like a leaf, but he still managed to take two shaky steps forward.

Master Fan gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at Cheng Yi, his eyes seemingly spitting fire, trying to overwhelm the other party with his imposing presence.

However, when Master Fan's gaze fell on the large black Star pistol that Cheng Yi pulled out of his pocket, the glimmer of hope that had just been ignited within him vanished instantly, like a fully inflated balloon suddenly punctured, leaving him completely deflated.

Ju Huaiyi was also stunned by the dark muzzle of the gun. He turned around tremblingly, staring blankly at Master Fan, and asked in a tearful voice, "Brother Zhu, what should we do? He...he has a gun!"

Master Fan felt a surge of anger and wanted to retort, "I saw it, did you need to tell me?!"

But he held back, after all, the current situation did not allow him to act impulsively.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. After a while, he managed to steady his voice and said, "Young brother, since you're from the martial arts world, things will be easier. Tell me, what do you want? Money? Or something else? We can discuss it."

Cheng Yi remained unmoved, toying with the gun in his hand, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two men as if he were examining two lambs to the slaughter.

He asked casually, "Let me ask you a few questions first, and then I'll think about what I want after you answer them."

Master Fan frowned, feeling extremely unwilling, but when he saw the large black Star sword gleaming coldly in Cheng Yi's hand, it was like seeing the Grim Reaper's scythe. In the end, he reluctantly nodded and said through gritted teeth, "Fine, ask away."

Cheng Yi's gaze was piercing, and he asked in an icy tone, "Who is the eldest brother?"

These four simple words were like a bombshell, instantly stunning Master Fan and Ju Huaiyi, their expressions freezing into expressions of terror.

Large beads of sweat appeared on Master Fan's forehead. He forced a smile, a smile more painful than a grimace, and said in a hoarse voice, "Young man..."

Cheng Yi had no patience whatsoever. He suddenly raised the large black gun in his hand, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Master Fan's head.

Master Fan felt a chill run up from the back of his head, as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was already at his neck.

He was trembling all over and cried out repeatedly, "No...don't shoot!"

Cheng Yi's face revealed a hint of mockery. He snorted coldly, "How about I send you on your way first? You don't seem honest. I just want to make some money. Leaving him alive is enough for me to get the information I want to know."

As he spoke, he gave Master Fan a chilling sneer, tightened his grip on the gun, and lightly touched the trigger, as if he would pull it at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Master Fan turned ashen-faced and knelt down without hesitation.

He raised his hands high, as if begging Cheng Yi for mercy, or as if blocking the muzzle of a gun that could fire at any moment, shouting hoarsely, "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything, please don't shoot! I have money, I really have money, enough to fill a whole room. As long as you don't shoot, name your price, no matter how much, I'll give it to you!"

Cheng Yi remained unmoved, his expression unchanged, his voice low and authoritative: "I'll ask you one more time, who is the eldest brother?"

Master Fan wanted to try to negotiate, but just as he was about to speak, Ju Huaiyi, who was standing to the side, could no longer bear the immense pressure.

He looked like a frightened wild animal, his eyes wide open, and shouted, "It's Director Tang, Tang Wenbin! He's our big brother!"

Cheng Yi turned his gaze to Ju Huaiyi, his eyes devoid of any pity, and continued to ask, "Where does Chief Tang live?"

Ju Huaiyi stammered, “Their home is in Unit 1, Building A, Xingfu Community, but he actually lives in the villa area of ​​Huanglong Phase I behind Xingfu Community. Villa No. 101 is his. I… I always delivered money to him from there.”

Cheng Yi stared at Ju Huaiyi, his eyes sharp as knives: "A person like you would definitely leave behind evidence to save your life, right? Did you leave it all to your wife?"

Ju Huaiyi slowly raised his head, looking at Cheng Yi with eyes full of despair and pleading: "I know I'm doomed today. I'll give you all my money, I just beg you... could you please take care of my lover and daughter? They're innocent!"

Cheng Yi seemed not to hear Ju Huaiyi's pleas, his face as cold as ice, his eyes revealing a resolute ruthlessness.

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Master Fan with all his might. Master Fan was caught off guard, cried out in pain, and fell heavily to the ground like a tattered sack, raising a cloud of dust.

Cheng Yi then strode forward, raised his large black pistol high, and slammed it down on Master Fan's head with tremendous force.

The force of the blow was so great that Cheng Yi's arm went numb, and he almost lost his grip on the gun.

Master Fan suffered an even worse fate; his head was instantly ripped open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, flowing down his cheeks and quickly staining the ground around him red.

His eyes began to glaze over, and he kept muttering, "No, help..." He seemed to have lost his mind and was in a state of frenzy.

Looking at Master Fan's miserable state, Cheng Yi showed no pity whatsoever. Instead, he cursed with disgust, "Do you even know that in all of Master Fan's plays, you are the only character that makes me want to kill you the moment I see you?"

After saying that, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

Immediately afterwards, a gunshot rang out, echoing through the silent, unfinished building like the roar of death.

Master Fan's body jolted violently, then he collapsed to the ground, lifeless, and was completely sent to his death by Cheng Yi.

After Cheng Yi finished doing all this, he turned to look at Ju Huaiyi with an expressionless face and an unquestionable air of authority in his eyes. He said coldly, "Transfer the money in your account to my account. As for your child, I guarantee she will get a share."

As he spoke, he bent down, rummaged through Master Fan's pocket for a while, took out his phone, and then casually tossed it to Ju Huaiyi.

Ju Huaiyi was already trembling with fear, like a withered leaf in the wind.

He reached out his hand shakily to take the phone, but his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, and he couldn't unlock the phone's fingerprint lock no matter how many times he tried.

He was sweating profusely with anxiety. In his panic, he suddenly realized that this was not his own phone. He knelt on the ground and used Master Fan's finger to unlock it.

So, after a lot of effort, he finally managed to unlock the phone by pressing the buttons on the phone a few times with Master Fan's finger.

Then, he logged into his account on his phone and, under Cheng Yi's watchful eye, nervously followed Cheng Yi's instructions, transferring all the money in his secret account to Cheng Yi's film and television account.

The moment the transfer was completed, a system notification sounded: "Your film and television account has received 100 million yuan."

A complex look flashed in Cheng Yi's eyes. He lowered his head slightly, sighed inwardly, and said with a hint of barely perceptible pity in his voice, "Blueberry is a lovely child. Don't worry, she will definitely be happy in the future. This is the only thing you can do for her. Jump down. I don't want to hurt you with my own hands."

Upon hearing Cheng Yi's words, Ju Huaiyi seemed to lose his soul. He stared blankly at Master Fan, who was lying on the ground and had already lost his breath. The sight of the blood made his body tremble uncontrollably.

He recited a phone number to Cheng Yi and then said: "This number belongs to Gan Xiaoyang. She is my lover. There is also a USB drive of mine with evidence of our crimes on it."

Then, his legs felt as heavy as lead, yet he staggered toward the balcony, each step so difficult, as if he were walking toward the end of his life.

Standing at the edge of the balcony, Ju Huaiyi gazed at the endless darkness below, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

He took a deep breath, as if making a decision, slowly closed his eyes, and then leaped into the air.

With a loud bang, his body slammed heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and his life came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, a system notification sounded in Cheng Yi's mind: "You have punished the deserving Zhu Fangzheng and the guilty Ju Huaiyi, and gained 17 energy, 200 hours of life time, and 2 free attribute points."

Cheng put two attribute points into his physique, making him a little stronger.

Cheng Yi hurriedly went downstairs, quickly started the car, and sped away.

Not long after, he arrived at a Home Inn hotel.

At the front desk, he unhesitatingly chose the most expensive room, scanned the code to pay 2000 yuan, of which 799 yuan was the room fee and the remainder was the deposit.

The moment he stepped into the room, an air of luxury washed over him, a stark contrast to the king-size rooms he had stayed in before.

The room was enormous, two to three times the size of a normal room.

The carpet beneath my feet was thick with wool, and every step felt like walking on soft clouds.

The walls are decorated with wood-grain wallpaper in a Western bedroom style, and the exquisite texture highlights a unique charm.

The windows were covered with layers of curtains, as many as three layers, each seemingly there to protect this private space.

Then look at that huge bed, covered with a Western-style velvet quilt, which has a very luxurious feel.

The headboard design is simple and elegant, without any unnecessary decorations. The lampshade of the bedside lamp echoes the color of the wood-grain wallpaper, and this attention to detail is admirable.

Opposite the large bed was an exquisite dressing table, next to which were a pair of sofas, and in the corner, there was even a piano.

The bathroom and toilet are designed separately. The toilet in the bathroom is likely a well-known brand from Japan. You can tell its high quality just by looking at the series of unfamiliar characters.

The bathroom showerhead is even more impressive; with just a gentle twist, water sprays out quickly and evenly, with ample and consistent flow. Most importantly, it has hot water! Compared to the bathroom in the 68.88 king-size bed room, it's definitely a luxury plus.

There are quite a few items that cost money on the bedside table next to the bed. But given our current status, we have to use them.

Red Bull? Drink it!

Cola? Drink it!

Instant coffee? Need hot water? Luckily, I have a kettle. Let's boil some water and drink it!

There's tea? Perfect timing, I have boiling water, let's brew some tea and drink it!

Mineral water? Hmm, I'll take a couple of sips to taste it. Ugh, what rubbish! It's diluted with water. I'll throw it away.

Cheng Yi spent a comfortable and pleasant night in the room. The next morning, after enjoying two complimentary breakfasts provided by the hotel, he left the room satisfied.

He checked the time; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. He quickly drove to the nearby Xingfu Residential Area.

Cheng had chosen this place long ago, mainly because it was very close to Xingfu Community.

Yes, it's simply because Home Inn is very close by; it's definitely not a coincidence.