The two vied to expose each other's deeds.
They were willing to go to any lengths to survive. If Chen Jinzhao hadn't been watching, they might have started fighting.
As Chen Jinzhao listened to their accounts, his brows furrowed involuntarily.
The things these people had done were too numerous and too vile. Any one of them was enough to warrant a death sentence, yet these two had committed no less than ten.
Chen Jinzhao silently noted it down, intending to settle accounts with them later.
"Enough."
"Stop talking."
Chen Jinzhao's pronouncement silenced them instantly, daring them to utter another word.
Then Chen Jinzhao said grimly, "I have to say, you people deserve to die. Ten thousand cuts wouldn't be enough!"
The two shivered, not daring to retort.
Chen Jinzhao heard some movement downstairs. Su Hao and Han Shangwen exchanged glances, seeing the flicker of hope in each other's eyes. No matter what, they had finally seen a way out.
But they dared not make a sound, still adopting a subservient attitude.
Chen Jinzhao picked up a tissue to wipe the Tai Sui. Su Hao's scalp tingled as he realized what was happening, and he asked instinctively, "Chen Jinzhao, what exactly do you want? I advise you to calm down. If you attack us, you'll be blocking your own escape route. It's not worth it for a big shot like you."
"Too much nonsense," Chen Jinzhao replied.
Before Su Hao could say anything more, Chen Jinzhao drew his blade and severed his tendons, rendering him crippled. If he survived, he would be confined to a wheelchair for life.
For someone like him, this was worse than immediate death.
"Ah!!!"
"Chen Jinzhao, I curse you! May you die a horrible death!"
"Our Su family will not let you go!"
Chen Jinzhao said calmly, "Keep shouting, and I'll kill you."
Su Hao went silent like a rooster whose neck had been grabbed, his pent-up frustration and rage buried deep within him, unable to be expressed.
Chen Jinzhao turned his blade towards Han Shangwen. He was next.
Han Shangwen's scalp prickled, and he immediately said, "I advise you to calm down. Don't be impulsive!"
Before he could finish speaking.
A cold glint flashed through everyone's eyes – the reflection from the Tai Sui.
Han Shangwen hadn't even registered what happened before his tendons were severed by Chen Jinzhao. However, he had learned his lesson and didn't curse Chen Jinzhao, lest he incur a fatal wrath.
The commotion downstairs grew louder. Everyone knew that Han family's private soldiers had arrived outside Building Number Five.
In other words, Chen Jinzhao was now surrounded.
Chen Jinzhao found some ropes and bound the men. Then he said calmly, "I know what you're thinking – you're hoping the Han family will rescue you. But I can assure you, if I die, I will drag three of you down with me."
Su Hao gasped, realizing the ruthlessness of Chen Jinzhao's heart.
At this moment.
Over twenty armed personnel had gathered outside Building Number Five. These were the private soldiers of the Han family.
Anyone knowledgeable about military equipment would be astonished to find these private soldiers equipped with the latest weaponry, a testament to the Han family's immense power.
Han Chengping also appeared, wearing a bulletproof vest, standing below Building Number Five.
He raised a megaphone and shouted to Chen Jinzhao on the second floor, "Intruder in the Han residence, listen up. You are now surrounded. Put down your weapon and surrender immediately, or we will be forced to shoot you on sight!"
"Don't ruin your future!"
On the second floor, Chen Jinzhao heard Han Chengping's shouts and sneered, "Interesting. So I'm already labeled a bandit. It seems the Han family has left me no room to live."
Han Shangwen also advised, "Chen Jinzhao, you are surrounded. I think you should go and explain yourself to my father, don't get yourself shot as a bandit."
"It's not worth it for you."
Chen Jinzhao certainly wouldn't heed Han Shangwen's words. If he appeared before Han Chengping, he would be turned into a pincushion in seconds. He stared at Han Shangwen and asked, "How many private soldiers does your Han family have?"
"Don't try to hide it from me," he added.
Han Shangwen hesitated for a moment before grinding out, "If I recall correctly, it's around a hundred."
He omitted some details—
These private soldiers were all handpicked from various units, their combat capabilities were not to be underestimated, essentially forming a special forces team below the elite standard.
While not comparable to an ace special forces unit, they were more than capable of dealing with ordinary soldiers.
"Noble families truly deserve to die," Chen Jinzhao sneered.
Facing a special forces team alone, even Chen Jinzhao felt the pressure. He said again, "Then, lend me your arm for a bit."
"What?!" Han Shangwen thought he misheard.
A few seconds later.
A pig-like squeal erupted from within the villa, echoing through the skies.
Han Chengping, downstairs, heard the howl and couldn't help but be alarmed, for he recognized the voice as his son Han Shangwen's.
He raised the megaphone again and shouted, "You inside, don't be rash! You can make some demands now. If they're not excessive, we can meet them."
Chen Jinzhao did not respond.
Han Chengping shouted a few more times, still receiving no reply from Chen Jinzhao. Instead, Han Shangwen's cries grew more piercing, filling Han Chengping with unease.
What was happening inside the house?
Just as he was growing impatient and about to speak again, a dark object was thrown from the second-floor window, landing shortly before Han Shangwen.
Han Shangwen, startled, retreated two steps.
After the armed personnel inspected the object and deemed it safe, they informed Han Chengping, "Master, this appears to be a severed human arm."
Han Chengping stepped forward and looked. His pupils constricted sharply.
It was Han Shangwen's arm!
The private soldier said with a grave expression, "Judging by the cut, the weapon was likely blunt, not a blade like a sword. It could even have been a wooden club, or perhaps a shard of glass."
The blunter the weapon, the more pain Han Shangwen would endure.
The prolonged, agonized screams they had heard earlier were evidence of this.
Han Chengping's face turned so grim it looked like it could wring water. Chen Jinzhao was using this method to tell him—he had a hundred ways to make Han Shangwen's life a living hell.
"Master, what should we do next?" the captain of the private soldiers asked.
Han Chengping took a deep breath and inquired, "Is there any way you can behead Chen Jinzhao without harming Han Shangwen?"
The captain pondered carefully and shook his head, "That seems unlikely. However, we can rely on our snipers to create an opportunity for them, to kill Chen Jinzhao with a single shot!"
Han Chengping's expression grew darker. The situation was indeed unfavorable for the Han family.
What annoyed him even more was that the Su family still hadn't arrived. Was he going to stand by and watch his son be dismembered by Chen Jinzhao?
Before he could make a decision, another object was thrown from the second floor. Han Shangwen's screams echoed again from above.
Han Chengping looked down. It was clearly a foot!