Chapter 708: The Last Affection

Han Chuan weighed the document in his hands, thinking that these were worth several hundred million.

Bringing official business here showed that dealing with Zhou Zining was merely a side note.

Moreover, Wen’s had been a long-term partner of Bo’s, but they had carelessly fattened up the other side’s appetite.

Now, they dared to make exorbitant demands.

Under normal circumstances, there might have been room for negotiation, but now they had directly walked into the line of fire.

Han Chuan cursed inwardly but showed no sign of it on his face.

When Bo Yanching moved his foot, he followed suit.

“Bo Yanching, stop right there!”

Zhou Zining panicked completely, afraid that Bo Yanching was not joking and also afraid of being left behind.

“Are you really going to treat me like this?

Aren’t you afraid Shuxian will find out?”

Bo Yanching pressed his brow, scoffed, and laughed, “If it weren’t for Shuxian’s sake, could I have tolerated this until now?”

Zhou Zining’s eyes widened in shock.

“Two hours, consider it a final favor to Shuxian.”

With those words, Bo Yanching walked straight out.

The warehouse door closed in front of her, leaving her surrounded by nothing but an overhead emergency light, dull and aged, the dim light illuminating the dust floating in the air, and the decaying smell was revolting.

Han Che glanced at the time.

“Two hours, do whatever you like, but if anyone dares to lay a finger on her after that, don’t blame me for being rude.”

He didn’t leave; he just stood there watching.

Zhou Zining’s glaring went unnoticed as his cold eyes swept over the men who stood nervously and dared not move, his lips twisted cruelly, “Not moving, huh?

Fine, I’ll cripple you all before throwing you back in the cell.”

As soon as these words fell, everyone shuddered.

The man before them wore glasses, appearing gentle, but his methods were indeed ruthless.

The last time they fell into his hands, they nearly lost half their lives, and even the doctors couldn’t specify what had been injured.

This realization made no one hesitate further.

With no good outcomes in either direction and decades of prison time awaiting them, they might as well enjoy themselves before being sent back.

Besides, they harbored no small resentment towards Zhou Zining.

Once one or two started moving, the rest surrounded Zhou Zining.

She kept moving back, her retreat turning into a run, rushing to the warehouse door and frantically banging on it while screaming Bo Yanching’s name.

Someone grabbed her foot, and as they pulled her back, she was flipped over, and several men, either grabbing her shoulders or waist, dragged her into a spot beyond the reach of the light.

“Get off, get away!

Don’t touch me!”

“What are you even worth!”

“A bunch of beggars, get your dirty hands off me!”

“Your smell absolutely nauseates me!”

With a “slap,” Zhou Zining’s face turned aside, her mouth filled with the taste of blood, her ears buzzing as if she had tinnitus.

By the time she could hear again, all she heard was cursing and foul language.

The sound of her clothes tearing and her screams merged, but none of the noise escaped the warehouse.

Han Che hissed lowly, sitting back on several stacked crates, his foot on a horizontal paint bucket, and texted Han Chuan on his phone.

“I feel like I’m tainted.”

Han Chuan replied instantly, “Why not become a monk?

Pick between White Horse Temple and Green Dragon Temple.

Han Mang and I will donate some incense money every year to salvage your filthy soul.”

Han Che sent a cold emoji back, “No, I’d rather spend my life as a minor scoundrel by Master Bo’s side.”

Han Chuan: “Then stop your nonsense!”