Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha."

Zhang Qian's mother stretched out her hand, which was covered in needle marks, and pointed at Bai Li.

"Qianqian, have you lost your mind?"

The woman swayed her body, her tone full of disdain:

"Do you think he's Aladdin's lamp? You expect him to make us disappear?"

Bai Li completely ignored the crazy woman on the ground.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Qian, who was leaning against him.

"it is good."

Bai Li's answer was just one word, straightforward and direct, without any beating around the bush.

At this moment, Zhang Jirong, who was lying on the ground, was stunned.

Zhang Qian's mother wasn't present and was unaware of Bai Li's methods.

But he actually did it.

The force of that slap, and the fact that Da Hu was crippled in less than five seconds, were both reminding him of one thing.

This young man named Bai Li is a ruthless character; he doesn't care about life or death when he fights.

Bai Li has now agreed to let Zhang Qian make them disappear.

Zhang Jirong had only one thought in his mind: this kid was going to kill him to silence him.

Fear overcame the physical pain.

Ignoring the shards of glass embedded in his back, he crawled forward on all fours, reaching out to grab Bai Li's trouser leg.

"No...don't kill me."

"I don't want to die. I'll give you all my money, please let me go."

Bai Li took half a step back to avoid Zhang Jirong's dirty hand.

He looked down at the man on the ground, his face full of disgust.

"die?"

"Letting you all die would be too easy for you."

Bai Li looked at the two people on the ground and gave his instructions.

"I'm going to find you guys a fun place."

What are some fun places to go?

Zhang Jirong stood frozen in place, his hand hanging in mid-air.

Zhang Qian's mother also stopped coughing and looked at Bai Li with a puzzled expression.

Bai Li didn't answer them; instead, she took out her phone and called Zhao Donghai.

"Young Master Bai? What are your orders?"

Zhao Donghai's respectful voice rang out.

Ever since Bai Li helped him eliminate his competitor, his awe of Bai Li has reached its peak.

"Old Zhao," Bai Li said earnestly, "do me a favor."

"Young Master Bai, just say the word. If it's something I can do, I'll do it right away. If it's something I can't do, I'll create the conditions to get it done for you."

Zhao Donghai made his statement over the phone.

Bai Li glanced at the three people on the ground.

"The mental hospital in Ping County."

"Prepare three seats for me."

Zhao Donghai didn't ask a single question about why, and immediately replied:

"No problem. What specifications do you need?"

"I need an area where information is completely shut out," Bai Li stated his specific requirement.

"Throw the person in there and cut off all contact with the outside world. The kind where they die inside and no one will even know."

There was no hesitation on the other end of the phone.

"Understood." Zhao Donghai was extremely efficient.

"I'll arrange it myself. It'll be done for you within ten minutes. Do you need a car sent to pick you up?"

"Find an inconspicuous bread truck. I'll send you the location. Call me when you get there."

After giving his instructions, Bai Li hung up the phone.

The living room was quiet.

The aunt standing in the corner heard the phone call clearly.

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting around Bai Li.

Are you... just kidding?

The aunt was filled with doubt.

A single phone call, a few words, and three people can be sent to a mental hospital.

It was one of those special wards where people could die silently and no one would care.

How much power and connections would it take to accomplish that?

She turned her head and glanced at Zhang Qian, who was leaning against Bai Li.

What kind of boyfriend did my niece find...?

My aunt's mind was in a jumble.

However, the weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted.

Regardless of Bai Li's identity, as long as he is on Zhang Qian's side and can remove Zhang Jirong, this cancer, that would be a great thing.

Zhang Qian didn't think as much as her aunt did.

All she knew was that this man had cleaned up the mess perfectly when she was in despair.

Zhang Qian raised her head, her blue hair draped over her shoulders.

"Thank you, brother..."

Zhang Qian wrapped her arms around Bai Li's waist and pressed her face against his chest.

Bai Li raised his hand, placed it on Zhang Qian's head, and rubbed it hard twice.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"This is just the first step."

"And there's more to come..."

Zhang Qian lifted her head from his embrace, her face full of curiosity:

"Brother, how exciting is it all?"

Bai Li did not answer directly.

Because his next move was rather underhanded, he didn't intend to have Zhang Qian and his aunt present to watch.

"Qianqian, why don't you and your aunt go to the bedroom to avoid this?"

"I have something to say to them privately."

Zhang Qian is very obedient.

"it is good."

She turned around, walked to her aunt's side, and reached out to take her aunt's arm.

"Auntie, let's go inside and keep Tongtong company."

At this moment, Zhang Jirong and Zhang Qian's mother finally snapped out of their shock.

Bai Li made that phone call right in front of them.

The location and details are explained clearly.

Most importantly, the other party agreed so readily that it didn't seem like they were just putting on an act to scare people.

They both had the same premonition: if they didn't beg for mercy now, they would truly be living a life worse than death later...

"Qianqian!"

The woman panicked completely:

"You can't do this to me! I'm your own mother!"

"I was just talking nonsense! I didn't mean for you to go to a place like that!"

She knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing:

"Don't listen to him, don't send me to a mental hospital."

Zhang Jirong also joined in the shouting:

"Zhang Qian! You can't let him do this!"

Zhang Jirong pointed at Bai Li and shouted at Zhang Qian:

"He's going to torture us to death!"

Seeing that Zhang Qian ignored him, he pulled out a bank card from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and begged Bai Li:

"I have money! This is what I won last night, it's all yours!"

Bai Li didn't even glance at the bank card.

Zhang Jirong could only turn around and call for his aunt:

"Second son's wife, please help me persuade her! We're all family. I'll never do anything like what happened with Tongtong again. I swear I'll never bother you again!"

Zhang Jirong clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly to his aunt.

Zhang Qian stopped in her tracks.

She turned around, glanced at the two people on the ground, and her expression remained unchanged.

She didn't say anything.

But then he turned back, pulled his aunt, pushed open the door, and went inside.