99: Drag him out and break his legs.

Zhao Gang was kicked to the ground by Ye Wuhuan's sudden attack, groaning in pain.

He clutched his chest, struggling to stand up, but Ye Wuhuan seemed to have no intention of letting him go.

Ye Wuhuan lunged forward, grabbed Zhao Gang's collar, and mercilessly rained punches down on Zhao Gang's face.

Punch after punch, Ye Wuhuan landed blows on Zhao Gang's face, leaving him bruised and swollen, blood streaming from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

Zhao Gang's desperate screams filled the air, and he was quickly beaten beyond recognition.

Old Jin, who had never witnessed such a brutal scene, was terrified; this was clearly an attempt to beat him to death!

His face turned pale with fear, worried that a life might be lost, he instinctively rushed forward, grabbed Young Master Ye's arm, and said with a forced smile, "Brother Ye! We're all in business together, let's talk this out properly. Is there some misunderstanding here?"

"Misunderstanding your mom? Get lost! What are you, daring to meddle in my affairs?"

Unexpectedly, Young Master Ye showed no appreciation for Old Jin's intervention.

He was already seething with anger, and having his arm grabbed by Old Jin only fueled his rage.

Young Master Ye roughly shook off Old Jin, then continued his furious assault on Zhao Gang's face.

Old Jin stumbled from Young Master Ye's shove, nearly falling to the ground.

He barely managed to steady himself, and seeing Young Master Ye's current fury, he dared not utter another word, simply standing to the side, trembling.

It was only much later, perhaps when Young Master Ye felt tired from beating him, that he looked at Zhao Gang, who was now bruised, swollen, and covered in blood.

Only then did Young Master Ye feel a slight sense of relief.

Young Master Ye stood up, took out a tissue, wiped the blood from his hands, and didn't even bother to glance at the half-dead Zhao Gang.

He said coldly, "Speak. Where did you get these things of mine? If your answer satisfies me, I'll spare your dog life."

Young Master Ye stood up, took a clean tissue from his pocket, and slowly wiped the blood from his hands.

He didn't even bother to glance at the half-dead Zhao Gang.

As he wiped the blood from his hands, he asked coldly, "Speak. Where did you get these things of mine? If your answer satisfies me, I might consider sparing your dog life."

"I—I—I bought them from—a guy named Qin Shou."

As he spoke, Zhao Gang was gasping for breath, but his tone was clearly laced with gnashing hatred.

He didn't hate Young Master Ye, primarily because he didn't dare to; he knew he lacked the power to do anything to this Young Master from the capital.

But he harbored a deep-seated hatred for Qin Shou at this moment; he had paid a million and a half for these!

He hadn't made any money, but instead had suffered such a brutal beating for nothing.

Qin Shou had utterly scammed him this time; who could possibly endure such a grievance!

Zhao Gang knew he had no power to do anything to Qin Shou, nor could he do anything to Young Master Ye.

So the first thought that came to his mind was to let these two fight it out, hoping they would both suffer, which would finally relieve his anger.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate to utter Qin Shou's name.

"Qin Shou!"

Young Master Ye frowned upon hearing the name, thinking he had misheard, and still somewhat unwilling to believe, he asked again, "Is that a man?"

"Of course, that kid is quite tall, about 1.85 meters, very strong, all muscle.

At the time, I didn't dare to provoke him, so I didn't ask where he got this batch of goods.

I just knew they were good quality, so I took them all."

Although Zhao Gang's face still hurt terribly, fortunately, Young Master Ye's physique seemed a bit weak; his punches looked fierce, but most of them were superficial injuries, not affecting his bones or tendons.

So Zhao Gang finally caught his breath and could speak smoothly now.

After hearing Zhao Gang's description, Young Master Ye recalled the scene at the club that night, and Qin Shou's muscular physique, which had left a very deep impression on him.

He now finally confirmed that that night, he had almost... damn it, he had almost slept with a cross-dresser!

Of course, it was also possible that he had almost been slept with by a cross-dresser.

"I wonder if The one surnamed Qin is a top or a bottom!"

Thinking of this, Young Master Ye instinctively felt a tightening in his anus, and his face darkened even further.

Qin Shou's robust figure and delicate face flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a chill of disgust.

Young Master Ye secretly congratulated himself, "Good, good, this guy shouldn't be a top, otherwise my ass would definitely not be safe!"

"Young Master! What's wrong? Your complexion doesn't look very good.

Would you like to go back and rest earlier?"

Just as Young Master Ye's thoughts were soaring, Gu Ling, who was beside him, suddenly asked.

She saw Young Master Ye's changing expression and, thinking he was unwell, became a little worried.

Young Master Ye's face darkened, and he felt a bit embarrassed, displeased.

"It's none of your business, don't be so talkative!"

"Yes!"

Gu Ling immediately retreated to the side, no longer daring to speak, knowing that incurring Young Master Ye's wrath would not end well.

"You help me carry these things and then investigate The one surnamed Qin for me, find out his background."

Saying this, Young Master Ye pointed to the gold and silver jewelry on the coffee table.

"Hehe, uh, Young Master Ye, I spent over 1.7 million to buy this batch of goods.

You are a magnanimous person; I won't earn a single cent from you.

You've had your beating, and you've vented your anger.

Do you think you could return my capital to me?"

Zhao Gang saw that Young Master Ye intended to leave with the items without paying a single penny, and immediately forgot the pain in his face.

He immediately knelt on the ground, grabbed Young Master Ye's leg, and tearfully pleaded, snot dripping all over Young Master Ye's trousers.

Of course, Zhao Gang's capital was actually only 1.5 million, but as the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty-handed.

Although Zhao Gang was a businessman, the dirty deeds he did were worse than a thief's.

He had been beaten so badly; he had to get some benefit, at least enough to cover his medical expenses from the beating.

"You knew these were my things, and you still want to charge me money?"

Young Master Ye's face grew even darker.

He looked down coldly at Zhao Gang and grabbed him by the throat.

"This—! Young Master Ye, I also paid for these, didn't I?"

Zhao Gang's bruised face showed a bitter smile.

He knew Young Master Ye was not to be trifled with, but he still held a glimmer of hope.

"Hmph—! Fine! So, The one surnamed Zhao, it seems you still haven't learned your lesson.

I'll help you remember."

A sinister gleam flashed across Young Master Ye's face.

He then turned to Gu Ling beside him and said, "Drag him out, break his legs, and make him remember."