128: I'm going to beat you up, Ye Wuhuan.

As expected, hearing Qin Shou's reminder, Liu San and Zhang Biao exchanged a meaningful glance and said in unison, "The Mass Grave behind Xishan Mountain!"

Seeing this, a cunning glint flashed in Qin Shou's eyes, and he secretly gloated, knowing that these two had completely fallen into his trap.

Qin Shou immediately put on a furious expression and continued to fan the flames, "Hmph! It just so happens that that fellow surnamed Ye also has an irreconcilable feud with me. This person is sly and treacherous, and he deliberately set me and my two brothers up in such a calculated manner. This is truly unbearable!

My two brothers, how about this? Since you're already here, you might as well not make a wasted trip. Let's finish what we started. You go and kill this fellow surnamed Ye and bury him on the spot. Whatever money he promised you before, I, Bai Junchen, will pay it without fail, not a single cent less. What do you two think?"

"Is Young Master Bai serious?"

Zhang Biao was delighted to hear this, and a greedy expression appeared on his face. He had originally thought that he would make a wasted trip today and not get any benefits, but he didn't expect Young Master Bai to speak up now, willing to pay to kill that fellow surnamed Ye. This was no small sum.

Qin Shou nodded heavily, patted his chest, and swore, "Of course. I, Bai Junchen, have always kept my word. When have I ever gone back on my word?"

Having received Qin Shou's solemn promise, Zhang Biao couldn't help but turn to Liu San beside him and asked expectantly, "San'er, what do you think?"

Liu San spat out a mouthful of saliva fiercely, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, "Damn it, let's do it! Brother Biao, even if Young Master Bai doesn't pay today, I will never let that bastard surnamed Ye off. How dare he trick me? I'll make him die a horrible death!"

After hearing Liu San's words, Zhang Biao looked at Qin Shou and said, "Young Master Bai, that fellow surnamed Ye previously tricked us, saying that he would give us two million in remuneration after the deed was done, with my brother and I each getting one million. But today, this person offended us two brothers, and we naturally cannot swallow this insult. Therefore, we have decided to only accept one million from you, Young Master Bai, as a way to vent our anger. What do you think, Young Master Bai?"

Qin Shou, however, shook his head and said with generous passion, "My two brothers, am I, Bai Junchen, the kind of person who is petty and stingy with small money? Two million is two million. I, Bai Junchen, keep my word, and I won't shortchange you a single cent. After the deed is done, just come to me for the money."

Qin Shou thought to himself, 'Anyway, it's not my money. This son of a bitch, Bai Junchen, wants to kill me after just one meeting. I'll rip him off as much as I can. If I wasn't worried about the numbers not matching up, I'd just say twenty million and make Bai Junchen's heart ache.'

Zhang Biao and Liu San never expected Bai Junchen to be so generous; they were overjoyed. They immediately cupped their fists with solemn expressions and said, "We never expected Young Master Bai to be so magnanimous, truly a modern Meng Changjun! Young Master Bai, rest assured, my brother and I will do it cleanly, leaving no loose ends, and eliminate this major hidden danger for you, Young Master Bai, leaving him without a burial place."

"Hahaha, no problem, no problem. My two brothers, I still have some things to do, so I won't accompany you two. After you kill this Ye Wuhuan, just find me for the transfer. Money is not an issue."

Qin Shou waved his hand, acting as if it was a small matter, but in reality, he was overjoyed.

"Oh, and you must identify him carefully, don't get the wrong person. This is what that fellow surnamed Ye looks like."

Saying that, Qin Shou also took out a photo. In the photo, Ye Wuhuan was impeccably dressed, dignified, and quite presentable. It was a photo of Ye Wuhuan that Qin Shou had secretly taken at the birthday party, precisely for this moment. He wanted these two idiots to identify their target correctly, so as not to ruin his important plan.

The two looked at the photo on Qin Shou's phone and couldn't help but sneer, "Hmph, as expected, you can know a person's face but not their heart. I didn't expect this kid to look so decent, yet he's still a Pretty Boy."

"Have you memorized his appearance?" Qin Shou confirmed.

"We've memorized it, Young Master Bai, we won't mistake him," Zhang Biao and Liu San nodded repeatedly.

"Good, then I'm relieved."

Qin Shou nodded with satisfaction.

"You two, I'll take my leave first. To avoid being seen and raising suspicion."

"Hehe, understood, understood, Young Master Bai, take care, have a safe journey. My brother and I will definitely not disappoint you."

The two looked respectful and smiled as they watched Qin Shou leave.

After Qin Shou left the small thicket, he hummed a tune all the way to the roadside, happily hailed a Ride-hailing service, and went straight back to his residence.

Seeing Qin Shou leave, Zhang Biao's expression immediately turned cold. The fawning smile on his face instantly became grim, and he said coldly, "San'er, time to get to work."

"Hehe, Brother Biao, understood," Liu San rubbed his fists together.

Speaking of Ye Wuhuan, ever since he left Ren Jing's mansion, he went straight to the Mass Grave behind Xishan Mountain. He already hated Qin Shou to the core, his heart burning with rage, wishing he could flay Qin Shou, tear him limb from limb, and grind his bones to dust. After waiting for a long time and seeing no one arrive, he was already a little impatient, pacing anxiously around the Mass Grave.

Finally, as dusk began to fall and night descended, Ye Wuhuan finally saw Zhang Biao and Liu San, who were sneering and smiling as they walked towards him.

Ye Wuhuan, with his Young Master's temper, saw the two appear before him empty-handed and couldn't help but his face turn cold. He said with some displeasure, "Why did you two come empty-handed? Where are the people I told you to bring?"

"People?"

Zhang Biao raised an eyebrow at the words, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He slowly approached Ye Wuhuan, then suddenly raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick. The kick was so forceful and swift that it directly broke the bone in Ye Wuhuan's right leg.

"Ah—!"

Ye Wuhuan shrieked, collapsing to the ground, his eyes wide with fury as he roared, "What the hell are you doing? Do you know who I am?"

"Slap—!"

With a crisp sound, Liu San, who was beside him, directly slapped Ye Wuhuan's cheek. The slap was merciless, carrying a sharp force. A blood-red handprint instantly appeared on Ye Wuhuan's face, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you? Young Master Ye, right? It's you I'm going to kill today!"

Liu San roared, his eyes bloodshot, "Brother Biao, beat him to death!"

Saying that, the two began to punch and kick Ye Wuhuan, their fists raining down like drops, and their feet showing no mercy.

"Wait, stop! Are you mistaken? I am Ye Wuhuan, I am the Young Master of the Ye family!"

Ye Wuhuan was beaten black and blue, looking utterly disheveled. He couldn't help but cry and beg, his voice trembling.

"No mistake, I'm beating you, you son of a bitch! I don't care what kind of Young Master you are!"

Saying that, their punches became even heavier, each one more vicious than the last.