131: Chapter 131 The enraged tycoon was drowned in the Huangpu River by my men.
That puddle of pale yellow liquid slowly spread across the uneven concrete floor.
The stench of urine mixed with the sour, rotten smell of instant noodles, assaulting the nostrils.
Li Si, looking like a ragdoll with its bones removed, hung limply between the arms of two tax officials.
He let his head hang low.
His hollow eyes stared blankly at a cockroach crawling across the floor.
Just minutes ago, he was a Long Aotian worth a billion.
In the blink of an eye, his luxury cars, yachts, and young internet celebrity models all vanished like bubbles.
Along with everything else, he himself had become a joke with a debt of fourteen yuan and fifty cents.
"Take him away."
The section chief pinched his nose in disgust and waved his hand.
Just as he was being dragged out the door.
Li Si suddenly struggled violently, as if he had risen from the dead.
"No! I didn't launder money! I'm not going to the bureau!"
He howled at the top of his lungs, his throat emitting a cracked, desperate roar.
"Qin Yuan! You son of a b*tch, you cheater!"
"You played dirty! You dared to ban my account! Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"
He flailed his hands in the air, instant noodle residue still stuck under his fingernails.
Big Brother Wang Hu stood by the door.
With an unlit cigar in his mouth, he watched Li Si's breakdown with cold eyes.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
When the call connected, he covered the microphone and lowered his voice respectfully.
"Young Master Qin, we've caught him, but this kid has a filthy mouth and keeps cursing you."
At Half-Mountain Manor, by the temperature-controlled pool.
Qin Yuan, wearing a bathrobe, leaned back on a lounge chair, holding a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
Su Qingxue was kneeling beside him, peeling lychees.
Her fair fingers, stained with fruit juice, carefully brought the lychee to Qin Yuan's lips.
Qin Yuan opened his mouth to bite the lychee, and his teeth lightly grazed her tender fingertips as well.
Su Qingxue blushed and quickly pulled her hand back.
"What is he cursing me for?"
Qin Yuan swallowed the fruit, his tone languid.
"He's calling you… a cheater."
Big Brother Wang Hu's voice trembled slightly, fearing his master might get angry.
"Heh."
Qin Yuan chuckled softly.
The ice cubes clinked crisply in the glass.
"A piece of trash who relies on a broken system to cheat money, and he has the nerve to call others a cheater?"
Qin Yuan placed the glass on the small round table.
His well-defined fingers rubbed against the rim of the glass twice.
"This monkey is too noisy."
He turned his head and looked at the deep blue ripples in the pool.
"Big Brother Wang Hu, have the fish in the river been getting thin lately?"
Having been on the streets for so many years, how could Big Brother Wang Hu not understand the meaning behind those words?
He gasped, but his tone didn't hesitate in the slightest.
"Understood, Young Master Qin. I will feed this bait myself."
The call ended.
Big Brother Wang Hu shoved his phone back into his pocket.
He strode over to Li Si.
He reached out, grabbed a handful of his greasy yellow hair, and forced his face up.
"Behave!"
The two tax officials also pinned Li Si's shoulders down tightly.
"You were cursing quite energetically just now, weren't you?"
A ferocious grin tugged at the corner of Big Brother Wang Hu's mouth.
"Young Master Qin is kind-hearted and can't bear to see you suffer in prison. He decided to send you to a cool place to sober up properly."
Li Si froze.
He looked at the undisguised murderous intent in Big Brother Wang Hu's eyes.
The manic energy from a moment ago vanished without a trace.
"What... what are you doing?"
His teeth began to chatter, and he couldn't speak clearly anymore.
"Murder is against the law! I... I'm a Divine Tycoon with tens of millions of fans!"
"Fans?"
Big Brother Wang Hu sneered.
"Can those few dead bot fans of yours dive into the river to fish you out?"
He couldn't be bothered to waste any more words.
He gave a signal to the two men in black behind him.
"Put him in a sack and take him away."
The two subordinates acted swiftly.
A black woven bag was pulled from his head to his feet, trapping Li Si inside.
"Mmph! Let me go! Help!"
Muffled sounds of struggling came from inside the sack.
But soon, he received a heavy blow to the back of his head.
The sound stopped abruptly.
...
Three o'clock in the morning.
Jiangzhong City, the cross-river bridge.
The river wind howled, carrying a bone-chilling cold, whipping up layers of waves on the river surface.
The bridge was deserted.
Only a few dim yellow streetlights elongated the shadows of the railings.
A black, unplated van stopped silently in the middle of the bridge.
The car door opened.
Two burly men in black dragged the black sack out and threw it by the side of the bridge.
Big Brother Wang Hu leaned against the car door.
He lit the cigar he'd been holding in his mouth for a long time.
The flame flickered in the dark night.
"Wake him up."
He exhaled a cloud of thick smoke.
One subordinate unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured it directly onto the sack.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Li Si twitched violently inside the sack and woke up.
His hands and feet were tightly bound with nylon rope, and he couldn't move.
"Where... where is this?"
His voice was filled with desperate terror.
"A prime location I picked out for you."
Big Brother Wang Hu walked over.
He stepped on the sack.
"A suite at the bottom of the river, temperature-controlled all year round, and you don't have to pay property management fees."
Li Si twisted his body desperately, like a live fish on a chopping board.
"Brother Wang... Big Brother Wang Hu! Please, let me go!"
"I'll give you the system! I'll teach you how to cheat money! I'll give you all my money!"
He was still dreaming his final, beautiful dream.
Thinking that the broken system, which had already crashed, could still buy back his pathetic life.
"Save it."
Big Brother Wang Hu flicked the ash off his cigar.
"Young Master Qin would find your trashy little things an eyesore even to look at."
He kicked the two-hundred-pound concrete block by his feet.
This thing was specifically meant for sinking people in the river.
It was reinforced with steel bars, so even if it soaked for ten or eight years, it would never float up.
"Tie it up."
Big Brother Wang Hu gave the order coldly.
The two subordinates skillfully tied the concrete block tightly to the nylon rope binding Li Si.
The cold river wind blew past.
Li Si felt the heavy, dragging weight at his ankles.
The urge to urinate hit him again.
But this time, he couldn't even urinate.
"No... don't..."
His voice was hoarse, like a leaking bellows.
"Qin Yuan... you will have a terrible death..."
"Are you done with your last words?"
Big Brother Wang Hu took the last drag of his cigar.
He flicked the cigarette butt precisely into the rolling river water.
He waved his hand.
"Send Boss Li on his way."
The two burly men each lifted the concrete block and the sack.
They exerted force suddenly.
"Whoosh—"
The sack cut through the night sky.
"Splash!"
A muffled splash.
The black sack, along with the heavy concrete block.
Like an inconspicuous pebble.
Was instantly swallowed by the rolling river water.
It didn't even stir up a decent splash.
The river surface soon returned to calm.
Just as if nothing had ever happened.
Only the howling river wind continued to swirl above the bridge.
...
"Ding!"
Qin Yuan was lying on a rattan chair by the pool, resting with his eyes closed.
Deep in his mind.
The system's signature electronic notification sound suddenly rang out.
"Detected that the Divine Tycoon Child of Destiny's vital signs have disappeared!"
"Target eliminated: Li Si!"
"Successfully plundered Luck Points: 10 million!"
"Host's current Luck Aura level increased, Wealth Critical Hit rate increased by fifty percent!"
Qin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his black eyes.
10 million Luck Points.
Although it doesn't compare to those top-tier protagonists, for this kind of mass-produced cheater, it's not bad.
The most important thing is.
This feeling of ease, like crushing an ant.
It's really addictive.
He picked up the whiskey on the table and drained the ice water in the glass in one gulp.
The cold liquid slid down his throat, suppressing the heat in his heart that had risen due to the killing.
"Go."
Qin Yuan handed the empty glass to Su Qingxue.
"Tell Qianqian."
He stood up, the hem of his bathrobe swaying slightly in the night wind.
"Tomorrow morning, I want to see that fatty who shouts 'Check-in' on the streets."
"Kneeling at the gate of my manor, spitting out every grain of rice he ate, exactly as it went in."