210: Chapter 210 Good people deserve to be bullied

Han Jingyang smiled. "Is my meaning not clear enough? The Feng Shui layout Mr. Tian designed for Liu Qing is extremely sinister; it requires lives to fill it, even living people. To be precise, one dead person and one living person. The dead person must be a blood relative because they need to be buried, while it doesn't matter if the living person is a blood relative, because what's needed is that spark of human vitality."

Liu Ming's expression shifted, and after a moment, he slowly sat down. "You're trying to scare me."

"Scare you?" Han Jingyang wagged a finger. "There's no need for that; you aren't worth my lies. Besides, this isn't some top-secret information. When your family comes to visit you, won't you know just by asking around?"

Liu Ming fell silent.

After a long while, he finally spoke. "I can tell you, but you must protect my family."

Han Jingyang laughed. "Liu Ming, it seems you still haven't grasped your current situation. What right do you have to negotiate terms with me? Besides, I'm just asking you a few simple questions, and you want me to be a bodyguard for your family? Where do you get the nerve?"

Liu Ming fell silent again, then whispered a moment later, "You won't lengthen my sentence just because I don't cooperate, and you certainly won't retaliate against my family for it. But if I can't keep my mouth shut, the three Liu brothers and Mr. Tian will definitely retaliate against my family. So, unless you do your best to protect them, I won't say a single word."

Han Jingyang smiled. "I really didn't misjudge you. You're smart, you know how to read the situation and when to retreat; you're quite the talent. It's a pity. But since you've put it that way, I won't force you. Fine, let's end the conversation here. I'll talk to Huo Qian; maybe he'll give me a little surprise."

Liu Ming was led away with a complicated expression.

A bewildered Huo Qian was brought in. Seeing Han Jingyang, he turned pale with fright. "You—what are you doing here? This is a detention center. I—I'm not afraid of you."

Han Jingyang smiled and pointed to the chair opposite him. "Calm down. I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to chat and find out a few things."

Huo Qian was full of wariness. "What things?"

"How much do you know about Mr. Tian?"

"You want to deal with Mr. Tian?"

"Another smart one, I see."

Huo Qian stared at Han Jingyang for several seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. "You? You want to deal with Mr. Tian?"

"Oh?"

Hehe, it's not that I look down on you, Mr. Han. You're a figure in your own right, able to perform Dragon Slaying; one could say you have great powers. But when it comes to dealing with Mr. Tian, you're far from it."

"By saying that, aren't you looking down on me? That old man Tian is so withered he's worse than an old man from the village. How powerful can he be?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Han, don't use such a crude provocation on me; I won't fall for it," Huo Qian laughed. "You're young and lack experience, which isn't surprising. Once you've witnessed Mr. Tian's prowess, you'll understand. Hahahaha."

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes.

A bad start.

These two, Huo Qian and Liu Ming, were unexpectedly difficult to handle.

It was completely different from the image of them spilling everything like beans from a bamboo tube the moment he opened his mouth.

Tough nuts to crack?

No, they were just smart.

They were fearless, relying on the fact that they were in a detention center.

Well, that wasn't wrong. Times had changed; there were surveillance cameras everywhere, and the pressure of public supervision was high. These institutions generally didn't want to cause extra trouble and were mostly quite regulated. For people like Huo Qian and Liu Ming, the detention center had instead become their protective shield.

Tricky!

Could it be that he really had to resort to certain 'methods'?

Han Jingyang sighed. "Huo Qian, it seems you really don't know my methods."

Huo Qian laughed and shook his head. "No, no, no, I know you definitely have many methods, Mr. Han. However, you are absolutely no match for Mr. Tian, understand? Mr. Tian's strength is far beyond imagination; that is true hard power. Killing you would be easier than killing a chicken. I've heard people say that your entire strength lies in your dharma instruments, and your greatest skill is Consecration. You yourself are worse than an ordinary person; you are absolutely no match for Mr. Tian."

"So much confidence in that old man Tian?"

"Of course. It doesn't matter if you all die, as long as you don't involve me and my family."

Han Jingyang nodded.

He understood now.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

They were convinced that he, Mr. Han, was a good person who wouldn't do anything to them, so there were no consequences even if they provoked him.

Yet they were terrified of Mr. Tian retaliating against them and their families.

Therefore, Huo Qian and Liu Ming would rather speak harshly to Han Jingyang than reveal even a tiny bit of information about Mr. Tian.

Indeed, good people often have guns pointed at them, their hands tied in whatever they do.

On the contrary, villains act without scruples and live freely.

It seemed one really couldn't be too kind.

If you're too kind, both the bad and the good will bully you.

Damn it!

Han Jingyang took a deep breath and stared at Huo Qian. The smile on his face gradually faded, his eyes becoming deep and expressionless. He pulled a jade plaque from his portable handbag.

He had acquired this from Sun Fuchang, spending a full eighty thousand.

It was an old plaque from the Republican era. Both the jade quality and the carving were excellent. The Feitian pattern, carved with single yin-lines, was vivid and lifelike, looking very realistic.

Upon closer inspection, the Feitian in the pattern seemed to come alive, almost ready to drift out of the plaque. It was extraordinary.

Shen Yuhai's eyes brightened slightly when he saw the plaque in Han Jingyang's hand. "Brother, are you going to use your methods?"

Han Jingyang nodded. "If I don't show some real skill, these people won't cooperate. They're scum anyway, so there's no need to worry about their psychological well-being. Old Shen, how about you step away for a moment?"

Shen Yuhai glanced at the greatly changed expression of Huo Qian and shook his head slightly. "As long as you don't cause him physical harm or use verbal attacks and insults, it doesn't matter. Even if I get a minor demerit, it won't affect me much."

"That's good then." The corners of Han Jingyang's mouth curled slightly as he gave Huo Qian a mirthless smile. "Mr. Huo, now we can have a proper talk."

Huo Qian's face changed drastically. "You—what do you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

"You—don't come over here!" Huo Qian struggled as he spoke, but being in a restraint chair, where could he run?

Han Jingyang walked to the glass window with the plaque and sneered. "I gave you a chance, but you rejected my kindness. Now, let me give you a good introduction to this thing. Watch closely."

Saying this, he tapped the jade plaque in his hand.

"Do you know what this is?"

"An antique, made of Hetian jade. Although it hasn't reached the level of mutton-fat jade, it is still top-quality white jade. Look at the purity, whiteness, and fineness of this material; it was quite excellent during the Republican era."

"The carving is even better—master craftsmanship. It uses a single-line artistic technique, very similar to the stone carvings of the Han Dynasty, while also drawing on the painting techniques of the Tang Dynasty. It emphasizes lines, and the characters carved have a strong sense of layering, giving off a primitive and mysterious feeling."

"Look closer. Are these lines smooth? Extremely smooth."

"Additionally, the jade-working technique is well worth pondering..."

Han Jingyang rambled on incessantly, talking for nearly half an hour in one go.