With a gentle flick of his hand, Cheng Xiaofan sent a Fushigu needle darting into Che Zheng'en's body.
"Aaaargh—"
Che Zheng'en let out a soul-wrenching scream and writhed on the ground.
"It's killing me, I'm going to die!"
"Ah, I can't take it anymore!"
*Puff!*
After just a few cries, Che Zheng'en vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.
Years of cultivating his evil arts were ruined in an instant.
Che Zheng'en's face turned ashen, and he was drenched in a cold sweat.
He gasped for breath and struggled to get up from the ground.
*Thump!*
He knelt before Cheng Xiaofan, sobbing, "Mr. Cheng, please spare me."
"I'm in so much pain!"
"I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"
He knew clearly that the pain had already shattered his inner dan. He would surely die from the agony.
Cheng Xiaofan sneered, "You want me to let you go? It's not impossible."
"However, you have to obey me. Whatever I tell you to do, you do!"
Che Zheng'en quickly replied, "Mr. Cheng, I will listen to you."
"If you tell me to go east, I will absolutely not go west."
"If you tell me to move bricks, I will never move tiles!"
Cheng Xiaofan nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand, retracting the Fushigu needle.
The unbearable pain Che Zheng'en felt vanished instantly.
He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.
Once he had recovered his breath, Che Zheng'en asked Cheng Xiaofan, "Mr. Cheng, whatever you command, please do so."
"As long as I can do it, I will!"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled, "I know you have eighteen hundred trillion US dollars deposited in a Swiss bank."
"Give me my bank account number, and you will immediately transfer all that money to my name!"
"Ah!"
Che Zheng'en cried out, "Mr. Cheng, you can ask me to do anything."
"But I cannot give you that money!"
Cheng Xiaofan let out a cold laugh, "It seems you haven't had enough of the Fushigu needle's power. I'll let you try it again!"
Hearing this, Che Zheng'en was terrified beyond measure.
He stammered, "Mr. Cheng, no, please don't!"
"Give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the money right away!"
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled happily, "Now that's more like it."
He immediately gave the other man his bank account number.
With tears streaming down his face, Che Zheng'en transferred all the hard-earned money, not a cent less, to Cheng Xiaofan's account.
After the transfer, he slapped his own face repeatedly, turning his cheeks into swollen lumps, like steamed buns.
"My, how strange!"
Cheng Xiaofan remarked, "Old Che, that face isn't yours, is it?"
"Why are you hitting it with such ferocity?"
"Keep hitting it, let's see if you can draw blood!"
Che Zheng'en wailed as if his parents had died, "Mr. Cheng, I hate myself."
"I hate that I was blinded by greed and offended you, Mr. Cheng."
"Now my inner dan, cultivated for half my life, is destroyed, and the fortune I painstakingly earned has vanished."
"Everything is gone, leaving me with nothing!"
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled, "Don't you have three mistresses?"
"You can have them support you now!"
"Uh!"
Che Zheng'en choked back his sobs,
and looked at Cheng Xiaofan with a dumbfounded expression.
He asked, "Mr. Cheng, how do you know so much about my finances and private life?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled faintly, "I saw it from the vital energy radiating from you."
"I also know that before you came here, you fought with your prized disciple, Jin Lizhu, for about ten minutes. Am I right?"
"You!"
Che Zheng'en was utterly stunned.
As a cultivator, he naturally understood vital energy.
At the same time, Che Zheng'en was also very familiar with physiognomy.
But he couldn't fathom how Cheng Xiaofan could know so much through this art.
What kind of anomaly was he?
Only now did Che Zheng'en finally grasp how terrifying the young Chinese man he had offended truly was!
Cheng Xiaofan's gaze then fell upon Jin Lizhu.
Jin Lizhu's legs immediately turned to jelly.
She knelt directly before Cheng Xiaofan.
She pleaded, "Mr. Cheng, please don't use the Fushigu needle on me!"
"I beg you, I'm afraid of pain!"
"I am a very obedient woman, I'll do whatever you want!"
"Or, I can serve you right now!"
As she spoke, she began to unbutton her clothes.
Cheng Xiaofan immediately frowned, "Jin Lizhu, don't try any of that with me."
"I have absolutely no interest in your services!"
"Transfer the twelve million US dollars you have in the bank to me!"
Although this woman's money was meager compared to Pu Shicheng and Che Zheng'en, it was still something.
Since he was here, he might as well take as much as he could.
Cheng Xiaofan certainly wouldn't let her off the hook for daring to come to China and target people around him.
Upon hearing this, Jin Lizhu immediately burst into tears.
"Mr. Cheng, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child."
"They all depend on this money to survive. Please have some compassion and spare me!"
"Silence!"
Cheng Xiaofan immediately shouted, "Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me!"
"Your parents passed away long ago, and you don't have any young children around."
"Your only sister runs a company and is quite well-off."
"Why are you putting on such a show of grief in front of me!"
"... " Jin Lizhu was instantly speechless.
Since he knew her background so well, there was no point in feigning weakness.
After a long pause, she stammered, "Mr. Cheng, I can be your woman, can you leave me half the money?"
Cheng Xiaofan resolutely shook his head, "Dream on. Not a single cent will be left for you."
"I have no interest in women like you!"
"Stop wasting my time, or I'll let you experience the Fushigu needle too!"
Hearing this, Jin Lizhu screamed in terror, "No!"
"Mr. Cheng, I'll transfer the money to you right away!"
About fifteen minutes later, another sum of money entered Cheng Xiaofan's account.
He clapped his hands and smiled at Pu Shicheng, "Pu Shicheng, I know the cuisine in your company's restaurant is very good, with distinct characteristics of Chinese food."
"It's almost noon. Arrange some dishes, and let's have a good celebration together."
For a moment, Pu Shicheng's mind couldn't catch up.
He asked, "Sir, what are we celebrating?"
Cheng Xiaofan slapped him on the head and reprimanded, "What a pig's brain you have!"
"Of course, you should celebrate for me."
"Celebrate my successful anti-fraud operation in Korea, and earning a large sum of money!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a rapid knocking at the door from outside.