Ten Fingers, Pain Strikes the Heart

Inside the doors, a young man in a casual hoodie leaned lazily against the wall of the elevator car, humming an out-of-tune melody.

When he saw Brother Snake and Brother Hu at the door, not only was he completely unsurprised, but he even grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

That face—Brother Hu wouldn't forget it even in death!

It was that exact same face that, not long ago, had collapsed inside a dog cage in his warehouse.

The young man raised an eyebrow at them, his tone frivolous.

"Yo, you two big bros taking the elevator?"

Tang Ye's mouth curled into a grin, flashing his white teeth, but his smile held no warmth whatsoever.

Without any warning, he moved.

A straight punch, so fast it left only an afterimage in the air, blasted straight toward Brother Snake's face.

Brother Snake was, after all, a man who had survived on the streets and licked blood from the edge of a blade. His reaction was not slow; he instinctively raised his arm to block.

He thought he could block it.

Crack!

The sound of shattering bone was terrifyingly crisp.

Tang Ye's fist smashed into Brother Snake's forearm. The arm bent backward at a grotesque angle, the ghastly white broken bone piercing right through the flesh!

The tremendous force did not diminish in the slightest, carrying Brother Snake's nearly two-hundred-pound body and sending him flying violently backward.

The bright red tiles lining the wall instantly spider-webbed with cracks, and several shards fell to the ground.

Bang!

"Ah!"

Brother Snake's agonizing scream was cut short halfway as his body slid limply to the floor, leaving only a hoarse gasping sound in his throat.

All of this happened in a flash of lightning.

Beside him, Brother Hu's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He hadn't even seen Tang Ye's movements clearly; he only saw his older brother fly backward like a broken sack.

After a brief moment of shock came monstrous rage.

"Fuck you!"

Brother Hu roared in fury, his massive fist whistling through the air as it smashed fiercely toward Tang Ye's temple.

But in Tang Ye's vision, every single detail of this all-out punch was infinitely slowed down.

Every twitch of muscle, every trace of the wind stirred by the fist, was incredibly clear.

Too slow. Slower than a snail.

Tang Ye couldn't even be bothered to dodge. He simply raised his hand casually and precisely caught Brother Hu's fist.

Brother Hu froze. He felt as if his fist had smashed into a steel plate—no, as if it had been welded to a steel plate, completely immovable.

The next second, Tang Ye exerted force with his five fingers.

Crack! Crunch!

A dense, teeth-aching barrage of bone-shattering sounds echoed out.

It felt as if Tang Ye were casually crushing a packet of dry instant noodles.

The ferocity on Brother Hu's face instantly froze, immediately twisting into extreme agony as his entire face flushed a deep purplish-red.

"This has got to be a comminuted fracture, at the very least," Tang Ye's voice carried a hint of sadistic pleasure.

How the hell was this a fracture? This was directly crushing the bones into dust!

Pain in the fingers connects directly to the heart. All five fingers were likely ruined, and the piercing agony almost made Brother Hu burst into tears.

"Ahhh!!" Brother Hu let out a shriek like a slaughtered pig.

With a look of satisfaction on his face, Tang Ye gripped the mangled hand, his voice as cold as ice. "Where are the two girls you took away?"

"It hurts! It hurts, hurts, hurts! My hand! My hand!"

Brother Hu was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face; he couldn't think at all.

Tang Ye's eyes turned cold, and he applied even more pressure.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'm telling you! They are in the back office. This is Prince's..."

Before Brother Hu could finish his sentence, Tang Ye had already lost all patience.

His other hand formed a knifehand strike, fast as lightning, and chopped viciously into Brother Hu's throat.

Crack!

The throat, along with the cervical spine, shattered completely.

Brother Hu's howling stopped abruptly. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, his body went limp, and he was completely dead.

Tang Ye let go of his hand, allowing the corpse to collapse onto the floor.

He showed no mercy, nor did he intend to. Since he might die himself, he figured he should drag as many down with him as possible. Anyway, these bastards deserved to die.

It wasn't a loss.

He glanced at Brother Snake, who was still twitching on the ground, walked over expressionlessly, raised his foot, and stomped down heavily.

The sternum shattered, piercing directly into the heart or lungs. Either way, he wouldn't survive.

Every single man who would show up in a place like this deserved to die.

Cleaning out the trash should be done swiftly and cleanly.

The hallway finally fell silent, leaving only the thick scent of blood lingering in the air.

The screams still managed to attract quite a bit of attention.

The agonized cries and the sounds of crashing had ultimately alerted the others.

After all, this was Prince's office. Even if it wasn't heavily guarded, there were certainly bound to be a few bodyguards around.

Rapid footsteps echoed from other rooms, and the door to the adjacent room was violently kicked open.

Four burly men in tight tracksuits rushed out. They weren't wearing suits, but their exposed arms were covered in ferocious tattoos, and their temples bulged prominently—they were clearly bodyguards or enforcers.

The moment they charged in, their eyes fell upon Brother Snake and Brother Hu lying in pools of blood, as well as the cracks covering the wall.

The four men's gazes instantly locked onto Tang Ye, the only person standing in the middle of the room.

There was no unnecessary talk, not even an exchange of glances.

Almost simultaneously, the four of them moved, lunging at Tang Ye from four different angles like starving wolves pouncing on their prey!

However, the soundproofing in this place was exceptionally good.

No matter what happened outside, absolutely nothing could be heard inside the office.

President Yan and Wu Hui were still drinking together. In front of them were two human-shaped racks, with two young girls suspended on them.

On the table next to them sat little blue pills.

After finishing his drink, Wu Hui stood up with a smile. "Alright, I won't disturb President Yan's mood any further. Don't worry about making a mess, just let loose and have fun."

With that, Wu Hui turned and left the suite connected to the office.

Wu Hui actually rarely used this suite himself; it was entirely meant for entertaining clients.

Furthermore, there were cameras all around to ensure the guests' actions were precisely recorded.

After all, Wu Hui needed some leverage as insurance.

President Yan was well aware of this fact, but he didn't care. After all, a mighty dragon was mighty for a reason—many things could be suppressed with just a word.

So he nonchalantly lit a cigarette and smoked it leisurely.

Besides, the effects of the drug wouldn't kick in that quickly.

Returning to his own seat, Wu Hui casually turned on his computer, opened a game of Plants vs. Zombies, and began to play with great interest.

Just as he planted his first Sun-shroom, the double doors of the office were kicked open.

The two solid wood doors flew off their hinges and crashed in front of his desk.

Without a second thought, Wu Hui pressed a red button by his hand and then pulled out a handgun from his drawer.

It was a gun that was already loaded and chambered.

However, Wu Hui merely gripped the gun beneath the desk and then looked at the young man walking in through the doorway.

"Hello, is there something I can help you with?"