The searing pain seemed to engulf Li Yongchao's entire body, sweeping over him relentlessly. His forehead veins bulged, and the capillaries in his eyes turned red as the intense agony caused his body to spasm more severely.
"You feel this pain now, don't you?"
"You wanted to continue suffering, to repay the debts you owe from the past. I've granted your wish. But I see pleas and unwillingness in your eyes."
Mu Feng smiled and said, "Don't rush. This torment will continue."
"When your Li family members arrive, none of them will be able to resolve the trouble you're in. This is what it means to truly wish for death rather than life."
"Your life and death are not your own to command."
"Wait obediently for your Li family to arrive. I hope they don't keep me waiting too long; my patience is wearing thin."
With that, he smiled and turned, walking away.
Li Yongchao was truly regretting his choices. He knew very well that Mu Feng would never let him off easily. Enduring such pain was worse than dying. His only thought now was to find someone to grant him release.
However, in the hospital room, besides the fallen dead man, there was no one to offer him even a sliver of response. He had made calls, but he couldn't reach his father. He had only contacted other members of the Li family. They had promised to come, but who knew when they would arrive.
About forty minutes after Mu Feng left, a middle-aged man appeared at the hospital room entrance. He glanced at the scene inside and immediately frowned, then quickly entered.
"Yongchao, what's going on?"
"Why is there a dead person in your room?"
"Did someone else attack you?"
After asking a few questions and finding Li Yongchao unresponsive, he frowned even more tightly and stepped forward to check the situation. Li Yongchao's eyes were full of pleading; he wanted his uncle to put him out of his misery. But he realized his uncle didn't understand his intention at all.
"Don't worry, I will absolutely not let anything happen to you. I'm going to call all the best doctors here to treat you."
"I will absolutely not let you die. You are a direct descendant of our Li family."
Soon, doctors entered. Li Yongchao's eyes were now filled with despair. He had heard everything the doctors had said. Although they couldn't diagnose his condition or its cause, they could guarantee his life. He desperately wanted to die, but no one understood his wish.
Uncle Li clenched his fists tightly. "Was it Mu Feng?"
"Since you can't speak, blink your eyes once."
"It seems you can't even blink. Can you move your eyeballs?"
Upon receiving confirmation, Uncle Li's eyes blazed with fury. "So, they think my Li family has no one? Mu Feng, I'll make you regret this."
He then turned and walked out without hesitation, leaving behind a parting message: "Yongchao, take care of yourself. I will personally capture Mu Feng and make him treat you."
Hearing this, Li Yongchao had only one thought: his second uncle was likely walking into a trap, a lamb to the slaughter.
Meanwhile, Mu Feng had arrived at the company entrance. Xiao Qi quickly approached him, his expression grave.
"Young Master, we've made progress regarding the death of Little Crazy Lion. This matter is closely related to the Li family."
"Although we don't know how they joined forces, we have confirmed that the Li family is responsible. Crazy Lion came here with the Li family's assistance."
"The intermediary was Li Yongchao's second uncle."
"He is known as Second Master Li among the Li family."
A cold glint flashed in Mu Feng's eyes. "It seems the Li family knows quite a bit. They've even investigated my past. Yet they dare to provoke me, suggesting they have powerful backing."
"Continue investigating to find out who is behind them."
"If it were just the Li family, they wouldn't have the guts."
As he spoke, Xiao Qi lowered his voice. "Second Master Li has already arrived and went directly to find Li Yongchao."
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but a smile appeared on his face. "I didn't go to him, and he came to me. This is good. Don't make a move on him for now. I want to see what he plans to do next."
"If he has enough confidence, he should come to me directly."
"There must be someone behind him. Who is it? I'm quite curious now."
Since they could uncover the conflict between him and Crazy Lion, they must have also figured out his identity. He was the Young Master of the Flying Eagles. Anyone who heard the name "Flying Eagles" overseas and understood its implications wouldn't dare to speak loudly, and many would turn pale at the mention of it.
Mu Feng didn't enter the company directly but stayed by the security booth at the entrance. The security captain, seeing him, approached with a fawning smile. "Mr. Mu, do you have any instructions?"
"No, I'm just waiting here for a while. You carry on with your work; don't mind me. I'm waiting for someone."
Hearing this, the security captain was a bit bewildered. "Who is such an important person that you, Mr. Mu, have to wait for them personally?" He knew many things about the company. He had been there for a long time and was aware of almost all the changes. Especially after the incidents where he had stood up to the Chinese forces, he felt fortunate for choosing the right side.
Mu Feng smiled faintly. "Waiting for a dead man."
The security captain's heart skipped a beat, and his smile turned awkward. He found an excuse and slipped away. He didn't want this matter to spill over into the company. The company had already established considerable prestige. The events involving the Zhang family had made them untouchable in the city's skincare industry. However, the appearance of the Li family could bring about change.
As he was contemplating these matters, a car sped towards them, crashing through the company's guardrail without hesitation. The vehicle braked sharply, leaving deep black tire marks on the ground. Before it had fully stopped, a middle-aged man burst out of the car, his face contorted with immense rage. His eyes seemed ready to devour anyone in sight.