Chapter 68: Madness

A hundred million?

Hearing this number, Song Qingzhu let out a bitter laugh. “Liu Daitou, do you even know how much a hundred million is? Are you just spouting nonsense here?”

“Heh, I used to be worth tens of millions, so of course I know how much a hundred million is! President Song, with your status, moving a hundred million in cash shouldn’t be hard. I’ve opened an account overseas—you can just transfer the money there… I won’t make things difficult for you, and you shouldn’t make things difficult for us either. We’ve reached the end of the line; we don’t care about killing someone. You’re porcelain, don’t clash with people like us, the earthenware jars.”

As Liu Daitou spoke, he waved the knife in his hand.

If Song Qingzhu didn’t cooperate, it would be a white blade in, red blade out!

Song Qingzhu fell silent.

It seemed they had come well prepared.

“Even I can’t casually move a hundred million in cash,” Song Qingzhu said. “Even if we go through the company accounts, there are a lot of procedures, and it’s not up to me alone. Even if, after all the trouble, we gather the funds, the bank still needs to be notified—it can’t be done in less than three days.”

“President Song, since we’re here, we won’t leave empty-handed. We can wait with you for three days, do whatever you need, but that overseas account must see a hundred million…” Liu Daitou stepped closer, running the back of his knife gently across her cheek.

“Such a pretty face, wouldn’t it be a shame if it got cut by accident…” Liu Daitou sighed softly.

He’d been through all sorts of scrapes for over ten years; he wasn’t soft either.

Song Qingzhu’s face grew colder, and just as she was about to say something, the doorbell suddenly rang again.

“President Song, your delivery is here!” came a voice from outside.

“Send him away!” Liu Daitou whispered, twisting his knife to press it against Song Qingzhu’s throat.

The other men tensed, facing the door, gripping their knives tightly.

They didn’t know who the deliveryman was, but Song Qingzhu did.

That voice was all too familiar.

“You can go, I’m not eating,” Song Qingzhu said calmly.

Outside.

Lin Qi was taken aback.

Not eating?

That won’t do, Lin Qi had come to deliver food just to get closer to Song Qingzhu.

“President Song, you ordered delivery—why aren’t you eating? Last time you got gastritis because you weren’t eating properly. You run such a big company, you need to take care of your health!”

“What business is it of yours whether I eat or not? Get out!” Song Qingzhu was genuinely angry.

Who do you think you are, just a deliveryman, daring to meddle in my affairs?

Even if Liu Daitou and his men weren’t here, she’d still have scolded him.

“Hey, what’s with the rush—are you afraid to see me? President Song, actually, I’ve noticed you care about me. Last time you gave me a Mercedes, just because I saved you…” Lin Qi coughed twice, jokingly, “Open the door, let’s talk. We’re both young, nothing to be embarrassed about…”

“Get out! Right now!” Song Qingzhu was nearly faint with rage.

What was this guy thinking, acting like she liked him?

Are men these days all so confident?

“President Song, don’t be upset, I’ll leave your food at the door. When you’re hungry, come out and get it. Don’t let yourself go hungry,” Lin Qi’s footsteps faded away.

Song Qingzhu was so angry her face flushed and her chest heaved.

“President Song, calm down. That kind of guy is crazy, delivering food and not knowing his place…” Liu Daitou tried to comfort her, thinking Lin Qi was a bit much.

“He’s just insane…” Song Qingzhu kept cursing.

“Exactly, insane…” Liu Daitou nodded vigorously. “Does he think he’s me, able to make women fall for him so easily?”

Song Qingzhu: “…”

The other men: “…”

Liu Daitou: “Hey, why are you all looking at me like that? I’ll have you know, I used to be quite the heartthrob… Anyway, let’s get back to the hundred million…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when a sudden crack sounded overhead.

Everyone looked up in surprise.

For better lighting, the top floor of the villa had a ring of transparent glass along the exterior wall.

At that moment, one section of glass shattered loudly.

As shards rained down, a figure in yellow appeared.

It was the deliveryman!

Liu Daitou recognized him immediately—it was the same delivery guy who had picked up Xiaorui from school earlier.

His ex-wife Hongyu’s deliveryman!

“It’s you?!” Liu Daitou started to say, but the yellow figure had already burst forward.

Instinctively, Liu Daitou raised his knife to strike.

Lin Qi launched a flying kick, landing squarely on Liu Daitou’s wrist, sending the knife clattering aside.

The next moment, Lin Qi slammed a fist straight into Liu Daitou’s face.

Bang!

Liu Daitou flew back, crashing into the sofa and passing out.

The other men, seeing this, rushed at Lin Qi.

Lin Qi moved with hands and feet alike—a punch to the left, a kick to the right.

They all went flying, suffering broken bones or ruptured organs, groaning on the floor with cries of “ow” and “ah.”