59: Chapter 59 If apologies were enough, what would I need my dad's ten billion?

The streetlights were dim and yellow, with mosquitoes buzzing around the bulbs.

After Zhang Bo and Li Qiang clearly saw the two figures, half their drunkenness instantly vanished.

The middle-aged man on the left was wearing a crumpled haute couture suit, covered in sweat, and clutching a black briefcase tightly in his hand.

The one on the right looked even worse; his head was wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of eyes swollen into slits, and his arm was in a cast, making him look just like a freshly unearthed mummy.

"Holy crap! Is that... Wang Hao?" Zhang Bo instinctively shrank behind Su Muyang. "Old Su, this bastard brought his parents to ambush us! Let's run, a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him!"

Li Qiang also fumbled for his phone, shivering. "I'm calling the police! This is a school; they wouldn't dare do anything reckless!"

Su Muyang didn't move.

He leaned against the warm hood of the car model, took out a pack of newly bought cigarettes from his pocket, and pulled one out to hold between his lips.

"Click."

The flame of the lighter flickered, illuminating his indifferent face.

"What are you running for?" Su Muyang exhaled a smoke ring, looking at the two with an amused expression. "They're here to deliver a gift."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man moved.

Wang Tiansheng, the chairman of Tiansheng Group who used to talk eloquently on the Jiangcheng Finance Channel, now looked like an elementary school student facing a principal, rushing over to Su Muyang and bowing ninety degrees.

"Young Master Su! Young Master Su, you've finally returned!"

Wang Tiansheng's voice was hoarse and trembling noticeably. "I am Wang Tiansheng, that beast's father. We have been waiting here for three hours just to apologize to you in person!"

Zhang Bo and Li Qiang's eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

This plot development wasn't right, was it?

Wang Tiansheng didn't care about the gaze of the two college students nearby; he turned around and kicked Wang Hao, who was still dazed, right in the back of the knee.

"Kneel!"

Wang Hao's legs were already weak, and with that kick, he fell to the rough concrete ground with a "thud." His knees hurt terribly, but he didn't dare say a word.

"Dad..." Wang Hao said with a sob, his voice slurred.

"Don't call me Dad! I don't have a troublemaker like you for a son!" Wang Tiansheng roared with red eyes. "Kowtow to Young Master Su! If Young Master Su doesn't forgive you, our whole family will be sleeping on the streets tomorrow!"

Wang Hao trembled as his head hit the ground hard.

Su Muyang watched this scene quietly.

Just two days ago, this man kneeling on the ground was driving a bmw, holding his ex-girlfriend, and throwing thousands of yuan in his face, telling him to get lost.

Now, Wang Hao looked like a dog with a broken spine.

"Young Master Su." Wang Tiansheng held the black briefcase with both hands, lifting it above his head, extremely humble. "Inside is two million in cash, along with the property deed to a large apartment in the city center. This is a small token of sincerity from our Wang family. Please, show mercy and ask Mr. Chen to call off his power!"

"Tiansheng Group can't hold on much longer... the banks have cut off our loans, the stock price has hit the limit down, we really know we were wrong!"

Two million.

For the Su Muyang of the past, this was an astronomical figure he wouldn't earn in several lifetimes.

Zhang Bo and Li Qiang listened, their breathing shallow; the impact of having two million in cash placed in front of them was immense.

Su Muyang lowered his head, glanced at the suitcase, and then at Wang Tiansheng's face, which was filled with terror.

He suddenly laughed.

"Mr. Wang." Su Muyang flicked the cigarette ash, the sparks drawing a red line in the night. "Do you think I'm short of these two million now?"

Wang Tiansheng's body stiffened, cold sweat streaming down his temples.

That's right.

He drove a car model, lived in Longwan No. 1, and his father was the boss of Huihuang Group. In his eyes, these two million probably didn't even count as pocket money.

"Young Master Su, this... this is just an apology gift. If you think it's too little, I can scrape together more! Just give me a straight answer and let us live!" Wang Tiansheng was so anxious he reached out to grab Su Muyang's pant leg.

Su Muyang stepped back, avoiding his hand.

He found it dirty.

"Wang Hao." Su Muyang suddenly called out.

Wang Hao, kneeling on the ground, shuddered and looked up, his swollen face full of terror.

"What did you say that day at the hot pot restaurant?" Su Muyang looked down at him from a superior position. "You said that with money, you can do whatever you want. You said that even if I were beaten to death, it would serve me right because I was poor and my life was cheap."

"No, no, no! Young Master Su, I was wrong! I'm an idiot! I'm a beast!" Wang Hao slapped his own face frantically, making loud smacking sounds. "I was blind and didn't recognize a powerful person; please just let me go like I'm a fart!"

"It's too late."

Su Muyang threw away the cigarette butt and ground it out fiercely with his limited-edition sneakers.

"Some words, once spoken, cannot be taken back. Some things, once done, must be faced."

Su Muyang bent down and stared into Wang Hao's eyes, his voice as soft as a whisper, yet it made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"When you used money to humiliate me, you didn't think about leaving me a way out. Now that my dad is using money to crush you, you can't take it?"

"There is no such easy deal in this world."

Su Muyang straightened up, no longer glancing at the father and son, and turned to wave at his dumbfounded roommates.

"Let's go, upstairs. This play is too bad; it's boring."

Zhang Bo and Li Qiang followed Su Muyang mechanically, walking into the dormitory building entrance.

Until the moment they swiped their cards to enter, Wang Tiansheng's desperate cries still echoed behind them.

"Young Master Su! One shouldn't push a person to their death! You can't wipe us out! Young Master Su——"

Su Muyang didn't stop walking.

Wipe them out?

No.

Chen Fan had taught him that kindness to an enemy is cruelty to oneself. If it were Su Muyang kneeling here today, the Wang father and son would only be laughing even louder while stepping on his head.

Since the knife has been drawn, it must see blood.

...

Under the dormitory building, the cold wind swept through fallen leaves.

Wang Tiansheng still maintained the posture of holding the suitcase, his arms sore and numb, but his heart was chilled to the core.

It's over.

Completely over.

Su Muyang's look he understood; it was the look of someone not treating them as human beings. It was the look of a hunter watching dying prey.

"Dad... what do we do?" Wang Hao collapsed on the ground, his crotch soaked—he had wet himself from fear.

"What do we do?"

Wang Tiansheng gave a miserable laugh, and the suitcase in his hand dropped to the ground with a "clatter," red banknotes scattering out and being blown everywhere by the wind.

He looked at the money that he used to be so proud of, but now it felt incredibly ironic.

"Run."

Wang Tiansheng gritted his teeth, squeezing out the word through his teeth.

"Huihuang Group acted too quickly; tomorrow, when the stock market opens, Tiansheng will be forced into liquidation. We owe the bank three hundred million; if we don't run, it's a dead end!"

He grabbed Wang Hao from the ground, his eyes filled with the madness of being at a dead end.

"Go to the airport! Go now! Buy the earliest flight to Southeast Asia! As long as we are alive, and as long as we still have this cash in hand, we can survive!"

Wang Tiansheng dragged his son, who was like a dead dog, stumbling toward the black Mercedes-Benz by the roadside.

The car door slammed shut, and the engine roared.

The Mercedes-Benz, like a frightened cockroach, fled the university in a panic.

But Wang Tiansheng didn't know that the moment his car started, several inconspicuous Volkswagen sedans parked in the shadows also silently turned on their headlights and followed at a distance, neither too far nor too close.

The hunting moment has only just begun.

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