"Jiang Shaolong, are you looking for death?"
Seeing Jiang Shaolong, Wang Dongdong flew into a rage, cursing and lunging forward.
Jiang Shaolong let out a maniacal laugh, dropped the cooking oil, raised the gun in his hand, and pointed it at Wang Dongdong, saying coldly, "Wang Dongdong, we haven't settled our score, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"
The dark muzzle of the gun was aimed at Wang Dongdong's head.
Wang Dongdong's heart skipped a beat, and his body stiffened.
Then, he swallowed and retreated towards the door.
He wasn't sure if the gun in Jiang Shaolong's hand was real or fake, but that didn't stop him from being cowardly for now.
"If you dare to take half a step back, I'll blow your head off!"
Jiang Shaolong grinned menacingly.
Seeing Jiang Shaolong's fearless and frenzied demeanor, Wang Dongdong dropped to his knees with a thud and said, "Young Master Jiang, you are magnanimous. Please don't bother with a small fry like me. Just let me pass like a fart!"
"It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
Jiang Shaolong let out a triumphant laugh and kicked Wang Dongdong to the ground.
Wang Dongdong rolled on the ground, then immediately got up and knelt again, saying, "Young Master Jiang, Brother Jiang, you don't need to hold a grudge against a nobody like me. Yes, I did deceive you, but I was forced to. I, I..."
Jiang Shaolong sneered, grabbed a chair beside him, and smashed it down on Wang Dongdong, knocking him flat on the ground.
Su Yingxue whimpered, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.
"Forced? You promised me you'd poison that good-for-nothing Chen Fan, but you betrayed me. You say you were forced?"
Roaring, Jiang Shaolong continued to smash Wang Dongdong with the chair.
Wang Dongdong had cheated him twice, and his hatred for Wang Dongdong ran deep.
However, Wang Dongdong was just an insignificant nobody, and he hadn't included him in his revenge plans. Now that Wang Dongdong had come to his doorstep, he certainly wouldn't let him go.
His head bleeding, his whole body in pain, Wang Dongdong felt a surge of anger. He grabbed the chair and was about to fight back.
Jiang Shaolong's face contorted with rage, and he fired his gun.
With a bang, the bullet grazed Wang Dongdong's face and hit the door, piercing a small hole in the solid wood.
A sharp burning sensation flashed across his face. Wang Dongdong touched it and found his hands covered in blood. He was immediately startled.
Fortunately, the shot wasn't accurate and had only grazed him.
Looking at the wisp of smoke rising from the gun barrel, Wang Dongdong broke out in a cold sweat, terrified. He dropped to his knees again with a thud.
Jiang Shaolong sneered, "Resist, try resisting again?"
"I don't dare anymore, Brother Jiang, please spare me and Sister Xue!"
Wang Dongdong pleaded with a tearful face, "You are the noble young master of the Jiang family, with a bright future. Why must you do such a crazy thing? If you kill a nobody like me, you'll have to face punishment!"
Bringing this up only enraged Jiang Shaolong further. He kicked Wang Dongdong down again and roared, "Young master of the Jiang family? What Jiang family? Everything I had is gone. I have nothing left!"
"Now, I'm just a joke, a wanted criminal, a pathetic wretch rummaging through garbage for food!"
"All of this is thanks to Chen Fan!"
"He took everything from me. I want revenge. I want to make him wish he were dead. I want him to pay in blood, to live in pain and regret for the rest of his life!"
Jiang Shaolong shouted madly, kicking and roaring, "You all must die, all of you must die! I will kill you to vent my hatred!"
Wang Dongdong covered his head, enduring Jiang Shaolong's kicks.
He had been beaten countless times since he was a child, so he didn't care much about the physical pain.
But Jiang Shaolong's madness terrified him. He didn't want to be dragged down to death with Jiang Shaolong.
After kicking for a while, Jiang Shaolong, who rarely exercised, ran out of breath and had to stop to rest.
Having vented his anger, he regained his ability to think and panted, "Get up!"
Jiang Shaolong wiped the bloodstains from his face and obediently stood up.
"Now, pour the oil on the sofa, on the bed..."
He commanded Wang Dongdong.
Wang Dongdong's eyes widened. "Young Master... Young Master Jiang, you want to set a fire?"
"Congratulations, you guessed right, haha!" Jiang Shaolong laughed hysterically, looking utterly deranged. "What a joke, Villa No. 1, what a joke, Mr. Long. I'm going to burn this place down with fire. Let's see how that good-for-nothing Chen Fan can show off then?"
Wang Dongdong's heart ached.
This was Villa No. 1, worth eighty million yuan. Any single piece of furniture or decoration inside could support him for half a year.
Jiang Shaolong actually wanted to burn it down?
Villa No. 1 wasn't his, but he could come here to live and enjoy its luxury whenever he pleased. Now Jiang Shaolong was ordering him to pour oil and set it on fire, and he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"You don't want to do it? Then you want me to beat you to death?"
Jiang Shaolong urged him on, pushing the gun forward, his face cold.
Wang Dongdong shivered and quickly nodded, "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
He picked up the oil barrel and, under the threat of Jiang Shaolong's gun, poured the oil onto the sofa and into various bedrooms.
"Turn on the gas and light the fire!"
Jiang Shaolong commanded coldly again.
Wang Dongdong hesitated and said, "Young... Young Master Jiang, you're still here. Shouldn't you leave first to avoid the danger?"
"Avoid what? Do you think I want to live anymore?"
Jiang Shaolong said disdainfully, "Stop talking nonsense, do as you're told!"
This guy didn't want to live anymore? Wang Dongdong's heart sank. He felt he might be killed by Jiang Shaolong here.
Under the threat of Jiang Shaolong's gun, Wang Dongdong, with a distressed expression, turned on the gas stove in the kitchen and used a book to light the bedding in various bedrooms.
The fire quickly spread.
At this moment, Jiang Shaolong grabbed Su Yingxue, pointed the gun at Wang Dongdong, and ordered, "Go to the second floor!"
"Young... Brother Jiang, we'll be burned to death!"
Wang Dongdong was on the verge of tears and said, "Can we choose another way to die? This is too painful!"
"Fine, then die!"
Raising the gun, Jiang Shaolong was about to pull the trigger.
"Don't, don't..."
Wang Dongdong truly cried and quickly said, "Go to the second floor, go to the second floor!"
Rather than being shot dead by Jiang Shaolong, it was better to be burned to death.
After all, it would take some time for the fire to spread, and he could live a little longer.
Thus, coerced by Jiang Shaolong, Wang Dongdong and Su Yingxue both went to the second floor.
The temperature in the villa had already risen significantly, and smoke filled the air.
Reaching the living room on the second floor, Jiang Shaolong laughed triumphantly.
This man had completely lost his mind!
Jiang Shaolong laughed maniacally, ripped off the fabric from Su Yingxue's hand, and reached for her fair, smooth face. He said triumphantly, "Su Yingxue, you slut, you're quite beautiful tonight, aren't you?"
"No... don't..." Su Yingxue desperately turned her head to avoid him, her face streaked with tears, her eyes filled with terror.
Jiang Shaolong grew impatient and slapped Su Yingxue across the face.
With a crack, a bright red handprint appeared on Su Yingxue's face.
"Acting like a chaste martyr, aren't you still just a slut?"
"Who else could you have chosen but Chen Fan, that jinx of a good-for-nothing?"
"You, how much shame and embarrassment did you cause me? How did you bring me to this point?"
Roaring, Jiang Shaolong grabbed Su Yingxue's ornate long dress and pulled.
Unexpectedly, the dress was well-made and of fine material, and he couldn't tear it open at first.
Su Yingxue struggled violently.
Jiang Shaolong flew into a rage and slapped Su Yingxue across the face again.
The fire on the first floor had already ignited, and the temperature rose a few degrees.
Jiang Shaolong took out a knife and cut open the neckline of Su Yingxue's long dress.
"Young... Young Master Jiang, justice has its own cause and effect. Please, spare Sister Xue. Your feud with... Chen Fan has nothing to do with her..."
Wang Dongdong, witnessing this scene, mustered his courage to persuade him.
"Spare her?"
Jiang Shaolong sneered, "If I spare her, who will spare me?"
"Only by killing her will Chen Fan be in unbearable pain, make him regret everything he has done, and make him live in regret!"
"You... come here!"
Pointing the gun at Wang Dongdong, Jiang Shaolong commanded again.