Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

At this moment, Old Zhong had only one thought in his mind: he hoped that Shen Qingzhou would find out soon so that he could delete his contact information.

Just as no one can owe Lao Zhong money, no one can owe Shen Qingzhou money either.

If you owe Lao Zhong, you can just die to settle it, but if you owe Shen Qingzhou, then you'll truly be unable to live or die.

Therefore, Shen Qingzhou's decision not to accept a deposit beforehand was not only a sign of trust in him, but also a reflection of his confidence in his own abilities.

He knew Shen Qingzhou's methods, so Lao Zhong never dared to default on his debts. If he were in this situation, he would pay upfront even if it meant going bankrupt, and he would never dare to delay payment.

Just as Lao Zhong was lost in thought, the iron door to the basement was kicked open again, the dull thud echoing through the cold space.

Huang Dayuan strode in, followed by Tang Xiaolan. The woman kept her head down and her shoulders hunched slightly, looking timid and hesitant, without even the courage to look up.

Old Zhong's heart skipped a beat; his worst premonition had come true.

Without saying a word, Huang Dayuan stepped forward, grabbed him by the back of his neck by the collar, and dragged him out the door like he was carrying a rag doll.

"No...don't do this! Let's talk this out. I'll definitely get your money back. This is my livelihood, and no one in this world can renege on their debt to me..."

Old Zhong struggled desperately, his voice filled with frantic pleas for mercy, which sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent basement.

Upon hearing this, Huang Dayuan slammed him hard onto the cold cement floor. The dull thud made Old Zhong feel pain in his internal organs.

He crouched down, his rough hands supporting his knees, and brought his face close to Old Zhong's, a sinister cold light surging in his eyes: "I know what you're trying to do. You're looking for your brother Ding Youguang, right? You two are sworn brothers. He runs a debt collection company, and all those bad debts you've accumulated over the years have been collected by him. Am I right?"

Old Zhong's face turned deathly pale instantly. He glanced quickly at Tang Xiaolan standing to the side out of the corner of his eye. He never expected that Tang Xiaolan would tell Huang Dayuan about this.

"Yes...yes, I'll go find him right away. I promise I'll get your money back."

Old Zhong seemed to have grasped at the last straw, and hurriedly responded, his urgency almost overflowing.

But what he got in response was a huge confrontation.

The force was so great that his head was buzzing, he saw stars, half of his face went numb instantly, and a burning pain shot up his head.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Go find your brother? If I really let you go, I don't know if I can get the money back, but I'll probably lose my life."

He's no fool. How could someone like Ding Youguang run such a successful debt collection company without some tough tactics? He's not stupid enough to go toe-to-toe with someone like that.

Huang Dayuan reached out, his rough fingertips pinching Lao Zhong's cheek, forcibly turning his face towards him. He smiled sinisterly, his voice extremely low: "I've been gambling for over ten years, and I've learned one thing: know when to quit while you're ahead."

He didn't come away empty-handed from kidnapping Lao Zhong.

Although he didn't get the 30 million, he had already transferred all the millions from Lao Zhong's bank account.

If it weren't for the fact that Lao Zhong's villa was registered under his daughter's name, and that his daughter was far away overseas and untouchable, he could have made even more money.

He knew that Lao Zhong must still have some money hidden on him that he hadn't handed over, but he didn't intend to investigate further. He understood the principle of knowing when to stop, and the longer he dragged it out, the greater the risk would be.

Although Huang Dayuan is a scoundrel, he is not stupid at all; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to mold Tang Xiaolan into the way she is today.

Too lazy to waste any more words with Lao Zhong, he grabbed his collar again and dragged him out of the basement.

Old Zhong panicked completely, but with his hands and feet bound, he begged loudly for mercy: "I still have money, I really still have money, let me go, I'll give you everything, everything..."

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me! Even if you lock me up here, let me starve or die of thirst, just don't kill me..."

"Tang Xiaolan, you shameless woman! I treated you so well before, how could you treat me like this? You'll die a horrible death..."

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The foul language mixed with pleas sounded extremely jarring.

Huang Dayuan frowned deeply, his face full of impatience: "So noisy, Xiaolan, gag him."

Tang Xiaolan's body trembled slightly, and then she hurriedly picked up a roll of tape from the ground. This was the tape she had used to seal Lao Zhong's mouth, and she had left it there after using it.

Tears streaming down her face, she sealed Old Zhong's mouth shut, murmuring repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't blame me, please don't blame me..."

Old Zhong's eyes were bloodshot and bulging as he stared intently at Tang Xiaolan, but his mouth was gagged, and he could only make muffled "ooh" sounds, swallowing any more words he wanted to say.

It's too late to say anything now.

He sighed heavily in his heart, completely giving up the struggle and accepting his fate.

Huang Dayuan watched all of this with a cold eye, a twisted and perverse smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

This is the ultimate way to kill someone by destroying their spirit.

He enjoys seeing this, seeing someone betrayed by the person they trust and love most, seeing the despair and pain that seeps into their very bones.

He always treated Tang Xiaolan as his own flesh and blood, and he would never allow anyone else to touch even things he didn't want.

He wanted more than just money; he wanted to completely destroy Tang Xiaolan's happiness and the person who had given her that happiness.

Seeing the pain of someone being betrayed by someone they like gives him a sense of pleasure.

Old Zhong was dragged out of the basement by Huang Dayuan. This was the first time he had seen the outside world since he had been kidnapped.

When she was brought here, her eyes were covered, and she only remembered the bumpy ride. Now she can see clearly that this is a village on the outskirts of Huinan City, which is also Tang Xiaolan's hometown.

However, there are hardly any people left in the village; it's basically abandoned.

He recognized her because a few years ago, he had accompanied Tang Xiaolan back once, and at that time she had told him with a smile that she wanted to come back here to retire when she got old.

Looking back now, the tenderness in that smile was all a lie.

Huang Dayuan was extremely strong. Old Zhong was already thin and small. He was dragged along by Huang Dayuan, stumbling and bumping into things until he was bruised and bleeding. But he seemed not to feel any pain, and his eyes were vacant.

They dragged it all the way to the yard, which used to be a deserted vegetable garden. In the right corner of the garden, someone had dug a deep pit at some point. It was fairly neat and just big enough for one person to fit in. It was dark and looked like a mouth that was about to devour someone.

Everything was crystal clear: Huang Dayuan had never intended to let him go from the very beginning.

Without saying a word, Huang Dayuan grabbed Lao Zhong by the collar and shoved him hard.

Old Zhong staggered and fell into the pit. He didn't struggle anymore, but just looked up at the two people on the edge of the pit, his heart filled with boundless despair.

Compared to Huang Dayuan's ruthlessness, he hated Tang Xiaolan even more for her deception from beginning to end.

Old Zhong lay at the bottom of the pit, tilting his head back and staring intently at Tang Xiaolan, who was standing at the edge of the pit.

The woman was still crying, her whole body trembling violently, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with guilt and reluctance.

But this only fueled Old Zhong's hatred, making him wish he could crawl out of the pit and devour her alive.

As a thin layer of soil rained down on him, Old Zhong closed his eyes, utterly despairing.

Just then, a familiar voice rang in his ears. Although it was cursing him, it sounded like heavenly music to him.

"You son of a bitch, where's my money?"