"Who is it?"
A-San shouted sharply, sensing danger, a discovery that made his heart skip a beat.
He was the number three leader of the Poisonous Spider, a powerful figure, yet he actually felt a terrifying aura. This discovery made him shiver with fear. Despite his great strength, he was still afraid.
No sound responded to A-San, only the sound of something cutting through the air could be heard.
In the darkness, an ashtray and a glass flew by swiftly.
For Ye Fan, anything casually picked up could become a lethal weapon.
A-San was acutely aware of the approaching crisis and his figure moved, dodging to the side.
"Crack!!"
The sound of bones breaking echoed; both of A-San's legs were completely shattered.
"Ah!!" The cry of anguish roared out, traveling five miles and breaking the silence.
A-San lay on the ground, writhing in agony, waves of piercing pain washed over him as if tides were engulfing him.
"Who are you? Do you know who I am? Aren't you afraid of retaliation, going against the Poisonous Spider?" A-San shouted in pain.
At this moment, Zhang Daya, with a look of panic, glanced into the darkness. He hated A-San and secretly felt pleased at his plight. However, he also knew he wouldn't have a good ending because he was in cahoots with A-San. If someone came to deal with A-San, they were definitely also after him. Thinking of this, Zhang Daya was terrified to the extreme.
Even a master like A-San ended up like this; although Zhang Daya couldn't see A-San's miserable state, from the shrill screams, he could deduce that A-San's end was miserable.
"Hand over evidence of Wang Zijian. From now on, Chu Group will have nothing to do with you. Did you hear what I said?" Ye Fan's voice sounded. His voice was light but fell on Zhang Daya's ears like a deadly sword.
Zhang Daya realized clearly that no matter who was in the darkness, there was one thing he was sure of: it was a terrifying existence he couldn't afford to provoke. Even Poisonous Spider's third in command was defeated in the blink of an eye; this capability was beyond his imagination.
Zhang Daya knew this time he was truly unlucky, and now, his career was about to be ruined.
He dared not hesitate; with trembling hands, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a USB, and held it in his hand, not knowing how to hand it over.
"Throw it over," Ye Fan urged.
"Yes." Zhang Daya's arm trembled involuntarily. He didn't know how hard he threw it, but the USB was tossed over.
Ye Fan took the USB and silently left.
Zhang Daya sat there dazed, his body trembling uncontrollably, the shadow of death still looming over him.
"Master... Master... any other instructions?" Zhang Daya tentatively asked.
"Fool, he's already gone." A-San cursed.
Zhang Daya struggled and finally turned on the light. When he saw A-San's legs broken, he was almost scared stupid. White bones jutted out from the flesh, and blood gushed out like water.
"Th-Third Brother, are you okay?" Zhang Daya was stunned by the bloody scene unlike anything he had seen before.
At this moment, his head buzzed, and he had long forgotten how A-San bullied his wife.
"Not dead yet, hurry and get a doctor." A-San instructed, enduring the pain.
"Not dead? I'll send you to die." Zhang Daya's wife appeared, holding a knife. Her lips stained with fresh blood, eyes crimson like a bloodthirsty light, stumbled as she walked closer.
But now, the humiliation and hatred in her heart turned into malice and murderous intent. She didn't know A-San's identity or what had just happened. The only thing she wanted now was to kill this beast who had bullied her.
At this moment, Zhang Daya's wife had such a vicious look that even Zhang Daya felt terrified.
Zhang Daya knew his wife had suffered, but what he never expected was that she seemed like a different person.
"Wife." Zhang Daya called softly.
"You still recognize me as your wife? Where were you when this beast bullied me?" she screamed, tearing her throat.
"I..." Zhang Daya couldn't say a word, lowering his head in shame and anguish.
Seeing his wife with a knife heading toward A-San, Zhang Daya panicked and shouted, "Wife, calm down. I'm worthless, I've let you down. This person can't be killed, absolutely can't be killed. If you do, we're both finished."
"Go to hell." Ignoring Zhang Daya's words, she held the knife with both hands and thrust it toward A-San's chest.
A-San couldn't stand, but his hands were uninjured. He slapped the ground, moving his body to the side slightly, and Zhang Daya's wife's stab missed. At this moment, A-San swung out his palm, chopping toward her neck.
Although A-San was crippled, had he survived, his legs would never be the same again—he might move with prosthetics. But as the third leader of the Poisonous Spider, he had considerable skills. How could Zhang Daya's wife kill him?
"No!" Zhang Daya shouted.
Still, it was too late. A-San's palm struck his wife's neck with a crisp crack, and she died. Zhang Daya stood dumbfounded, incapable of doing anything.
Zhang Daya's world collapsed, his soul seemed extracted, leaving him blank and dazed.
"A person's greed knows no bounds, I brought this disaster upon myself by inviting Poisonous Spider, ruining myself." Zhang Daya now faced a broken family and deceased wife. It was too late to regret. If there was a remedy for regret, he would never have provoked the Poisonous Spider.
"It's just a woman, isn't it? You can find another. Soon the Chu Group will be yours; you'll have money and women. Why worry over a worthless woman?" A-San said indifferently, full of mockery.
"Worthless woman?" Zhang Daya self-mocked. A-San's words hurt him. Today, he realized the meaning of depravity. He thought his ruthless means to seize the Chu Group were bad enough, but compared to A-San, he realized he hadn't reached the core of evil.
Murderous intent rose in Zhang Daya's heart. He was on the verge of losing everything, but he had to avenge his wife.
He also knew that revenge wasn't easy. Just blindly rushing in like his wife was only a path to death.
So, Zhang Daya headed to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
"Go and find me a doctor."
"Bastard, if you don't listen to me, you'll die miserably."
A-San cursed, his words laden with dissatisfaction and anger.
Zhang Daya reappeared, carrying a pot of boiling water.
"You scum among trash, die!" Zhang Daya poured the boiling water over A-San.
"How dare you!" A-San roared.
Right now, there was nothing Zhang Daya didn't dare do.
A-San's worst mistake was killing Zhang Daya's wife. He thought Zhang Daya would treat women as dispensable as he did, but unfortunately, he was wrong. The price would be his life.
A-San, like a chicken in the slaughterhouse, struggled and died in boiling water.