The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

In a short amount of time, Liang Jiaceng’s compensation money had been squandered by these vicious relatives.

The relatives present had divided a total of seventy million in compensation money. The amount recovered was only 32,640,000. With each relative keeping an eye on the others, no one dared to be dishonest.

Wang Hao was busy recording the houses, cars, and jewelry they had purchased, while also collecting the luxury items they were carrying, such as watches, bags, and jewelry.

He said to Chen Dong, ”Brother Dong, this stuff is all quite valuable. There are also some deeds for houses, cars, and the like. It’ll be difficult for just the two of us to recover everything.”

”I’ll have someone handle all this. For now, it’s time to get back her son’s thirty million,” he said, walking over to the woman he had dealt with first.

He removed the Silver Needle from the woman and said in a cold voice, ”Call your son.”

The woman had long been wanting to call her son and tell him to run. In her eyes, Chen Dong was no different from a monster. As terrifying as Young Master Yang was, he couldn’t make her hair stand on end the way Chen Dong did.

She dialed the number, but before she could speak, a grating, duck-like voice squawked from the other end. ”Ma! Is that punk still there? Put him on the phone! I want a word with him!”

The woman was just about to scream for her son to run, but before the words could leave her mouth, another Silver Needle immobilized her.

Chen Dong took the woman’s phone and said coolly, ”You wanted to say something?”

”So it’s you, you punk. Just some outsider, and you’re acting this cocky? You didn’t just ruin Young Master Yang’s business, you even dared to touch my parents! If you know what’s good for you, let my parents go and send Liang Shiyu over. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you won’t even know what hit you!”

His tone was full of arrogance and menace.

Chen Dong scoffed. ’Are people from this backwater town always this arrogant?’

He spoke into the phone, ”I’m not letting them go, and I’m not sending her over. What are you going to do about it?”

”You punk! If you’ve got the guts, you just wait right there. Young Master Yang and I are on our way. If I don’t hack you to death today, then my name isn’t Liang Zhihong!”

This was exactly what Chen Dong wanted. ’It’s better if they all come at once,’ he thought. ’Saves me the trouble.’

So he said, ”Make sure to bring the money you took. And whatever backup you and Young Master Yang have, bring them all. Don’t disappoint me.”

With that, Chen Dong hung up, tossed the phone onto the woman, and then pulled out his own cell to call Tang Dan. He gave him the address and told him to bring some professionals over to handle the recovery of the real estate and other major assets.

Tang Dan readily agreed—it was a small matter, after all—and said he was on his way.

Chen Dong glanced around the small courtyard. It was already packed with people, some lying on the ground, others kneeling. With more people on the way, there’d be no room left.

With a wave of his hand, all the Silver Needles flew from the crowd and returned to his palm, one by one.

Chen Dong pointed to a nearby pigsty and ordered coldly, ”All of you, get in there and wait!”

As soon as the Silver Needles were gone and the people found they could move again, several of them tried to flee. Chen Dong casually picked up some pebbles from the ground and flicked them at the runners, who immediately cried out and collapsed.

With escape no longer an option, the crowd obediently squeezed into the pigsty. Fortunately, Liang Shiyu’s family couldn’t even afford to keep pigs, so the sty was empty. It was relatively clean and had been used as a storage shed, which was the only reason they were willing to cram themselves inside.

A short while later, a group of about thirty young, able-bodied men entered the courtyard. Compared to the local thugs who had come earlier, this group was far more disciplined. Each man held a sharp, gleaming machete, his expression ruthless.

At their head was a young man in a black suit, his hair slicked back with pomade, wearing a haughty, condescending expression.

Following a step behind him was a tall, handsome young man who, upon seeing Chen Dong, looked utterly astonished.

”Cousin, I know him! He’s the boyfriend of a college classmate of mine. His skills are off the charts! There’s no way we can beat him. Let’s just drop it!”

This was none other than Yang Chao, who had witnessed Chen Dong’s skills firsthand.

Liang Zhihong, standing to the side, stared at him as if he were an idiot. ’All of us can’t beat one guy? You’ve got to be kidding me!’

He then sneered at Yang Chao, ”Yang Chao, you’re pathetic! He’s just one guy. How tough can he be? With all of us, we could chop him into mincemeat! Besides, we’ve got Master Luo. No matter how strong he is, can he possibly be stronger than Master Luo?”

Young Master Yang also chimed in with a sneer, ”Yang Chao, you’re becoming more and more useless. How am I supposed to bring you along if you’re this cowardly? Besides, we have Master Luo helping us now; there’s nothing to be afraid of. Liang Shiyu is the person Master Luo wants. We can’t back down.”

Yang Chao tried again. ”Cousin, this guy is really on another level. Even Xiao Shishou treats him with the utmost respect!”

”Xiao Kun? Who the hell is he!” a brawny, one-eyed man boomed, striding forward from the rear. He spoke with utter contempt. ”Young Master Yang, I agreed to do this job for you, and you can’t even handle grabbing one woman without making a mess. Now I have to step in myself?”

Young Master Yang and Liang Zhihong’s attitudes instantly became deferential. ”Master Luo!”

The one-eyed man pointed at Chen Dong. ”This is the little punk who makes Xiao Kun bow his head?”

But the moment he saw Liang Shiyu standing beside Chen Dong, his haughty demeanor vanished. His eyes filled with lust, and he practically drooled.

She was even more serene and exquisitely beautiful in person than in the photographs. The sight captivated him, inflaming his desire to dominate and defile her.

This Master Luo had a peculiar fetish for naive, inexperienced girls. The purer and more innocent they were, the more he delighted in torturing them with inhuman cruelty.

Young Master Yang and his cronies had offered a handsome fee, plus Liang Shiyu herself, to secure Master Luo’s services for the future. After seeing the photos of her that Liang Zhihong had provided, Master Luo had agreed instantly. The money was secondary; what he wanted was the girl.