My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

Yu Gaoyang's body trembled violently as if it were a leaf, and he made desperate sobs, shaking his head frantically.

"No...no...I didn't...Boss Lu, who told you that nonsense..."

"nonsense?"

Scarface Liu sneered from the side and pinched his shoulder hard, making him wince in pain.

"Still being stubborn? Every morning, doesn't a lame man take you to the scrap yard in the southern suburbs on a cart? And then bring you back at five o'clock in the afternoon?"

"You think you can meet with Wei Biao's men without anyone noticing?"

Scarface Liu leaned close to his ear.

"Let me tell you, we know exactly how much that lame guy pushing the cart charged you! Fifty cents a time, right?"

Yu Gaoyang's sophistry was completely shattered by this irrefutable evidence, and he collapsed to the ground.

Lu Qingshan reached out and gently patted Gao Yang's knee, which was completely numb.

The movements were as gentle as if dusting off a piece of dirt.

"You sold all of our Xiushan Industrial's acquisition price, shipment volume, and the list of those old mountain runners to Wei Biao, bit by bit."

"you say,"

Lu Qingshan stared into his eyes and asked clearly, word by word.

"If I were to smash your two legs...the remaining bone fragments, inch by inch, into powder."

"Then I'll throw you back onto the street like a dead dog that nobody wants."

"Tell me, how can you still ride a cart to work for Wei Biao?"

"Are you going to crawl through the mud with your tongue?"

The moment the words fell.

Yu Gaoyang's body suddenly stiffened, his pupils dilated, and he seemed to have all his energy drained away.

A strong, pungent stench quickly filled the cramped room.

He was so scared he wet himself.

Lu Qingshan frowned in disgust and moved his chair back.

Scarface Liu cursed, "Useless trash," and released his grip.

The moment the restraints were removed, all the fear and collapse that Yu Gaoyang had accumulated erupted like a flood bursting its banks.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

He lay limp in his wheelchair like a dying dog, snot and tears streaming down his face, his voice shrill and desperate, almost piercing the rain.

"Don't touch my legs! Please! Don't touch my legs anymore! I'm a cripple now! Please!"

He no longer harbored any illusions and poured out everything, crying and shouting.

"It was...it was me who approached Wei Biao! I was jealous of you! I hate you! Why do you have everything, while I have to live like a dog!"

"I told him you had a century-old ginseng king! I wanted him to come and steal it from you!"

"I gave him all the information about your Xiushan Industry! What price you pay for mountain products, what price you sell them for, how much you sell each day, even..."

"I even gave him the addresses and family information of the hikers I was close to!"

"I was wrong! I was so wrong! I just wanted to make some money to survive... I just hate you! I wish you were dead!"

His cries sounded particularly pitiful in the rainy night, filled with desperate madness.

Lu Qingshan listened quietly, his face expressionless.

When his cries gradually subsided, leaving only suppressed sobs, Lu Qingshan spoke again, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Who is that person who climbs over the wall into your yard every night to keep watch over you?"

Upon hearing this question, Yu Gaoyang shuddered again, the fear in his eyes even more intense than when he was told that his leg bones would be broken.

He stammered, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"He...he...I can't say...he'll kill me...he really will kill me!"

"If you don't talk, I'll kill you right now." Lu Qingshan's voice remained calm, but beneath that calm lay a murderous intent capable of freezing everything.

After comparing the two, Yu Gaoyang finally broke down.

"I...I don't know his name..." His voice trembled uncontrollably.

"He...he never lets me see his face, he only lets me call him 'Ninth Brother'!"

"He said... he was sent by the big shot behind Boss Wei... to keep an eye on me... If I dare to do anything funny, he'll make me disappear!"

Ninth Brother?

Lu Qingshan remembered the severed finger in the warehouse.

"The big shot behind Wei Biao?"

He immediately pressed, "Who is it? What's their name? Where did you meet?"

At this moment, in order to survive, Yu Gaoyang dared not hide anything. He desperately searched through his chaotic memories and stammered out the last and most crucial piece of information.

"I don't know... I really don't know who that person is... How could someone as insignificant as me be qualified to meet such a big shot..."

All I know is...

His voice was broken and filled with humility, choked with fear.

"Boss Wei... Wei Biao goes to a teahouse called 'Nanshan Mingyuan' in the southern suburbs every month on the 15th without fail."

"In the 'Listening to the Wind' private room on the second floor, I met with... met with an old man who always wore a long robe!"

"That old man... is the one who really makes the decisions!"