25: Chapter 25 Now that all your backers have become my underlings, how dare you fight me?
"Clatter—"
Heavy iron chains dragged across the rough concrete floor, emitting a harsh, scraping sound.
Two burly prison guards held Ye Chen by his arms, one on each side, dragging him like a sack of trash.
"Bang!"
The iron door of the solitary death row cell was kicked open violently, and Ye Chen was tossed inside without mercy.
He slammed heavily onto the cold, damp concrete floor, splashing a puddle of murky water.
At this moment, Ye Chen's eyes were rolled back, and dried black blood remained at the corners of his mouth.
His body twitched unconsciously, like a broken puppet drained of its soul, without even the strength to scream.
The prison guards glanced at him with disgust and coldly locked the iron door.
...
Half-Mountain Manor, top-floor study.
Qin Yuan leaned back comfortably in an Italian custom-made leather sofa.
With a gentle swipe of his slender fingers, a pale blue system interface instantly unfolded before his eyes.
[Child of Destiny: Ye Chen]
[Current Destiny Value: -1000 (On the verge of collapse, extraction complete)]
Looking at the glaring negative number, a satisfied smirk curled at the corner of Qin Yuan's mouth.
"Finally squeezed dry."
He picked up the whiskey on the table, took a shallow sip, his eyes filled with a hint of languor.
"Harvesting this leek is truly physically and mentally pleasing."
Butler Chen pushed the door open and entered, bowing his head respectfully.
"Young Master, everything has been arranged at the prison."
"The highest-level interrogation chamber, all surveillance equipment has been physically disconnected; no one will disturb you."
Qin Yuan stood up and casually adjusted his suit cuffs.
"Let's go."
"Let's go see the final outcome of our Divine Doctor Ye, consider it watching a curtain-call comedy."
...
Jiangzhong City Maximum Security Prison, underground special interrogation chamber.
The lights were dim, and the air was filled with an extremely oppressive chill and the scent of blood.
Qin Yuan sat behind the large interrogation table, playing with a gold-plated ZIPPO lighter in his hand.
From outside the door came the "clatter" of iron chains colliding.
Ye Chen was forcibly dragged in by two prison guards and pinned tightly to the interrogation chair.
He hung his head, his hair matted to his scalp like weeds, his eyes dull and unfocused.
Qin Yuan waved his hand.
The prison guards tactfully retreated immediately, closing the heavy, soundproof iron door behind them.
In the chamber, only the two of them remained.
"Snap."
Qin Yuan lit a cigar and exhaled a puff of blue smoke, which swirled around his face.
"Divine Doctor Ye, has the food been to your liking these past few days inside?"
Hearing this nightmarish voice, Ye Chen shivered violently!
He raised his head with difficulty, and in those dull, lifeless eyes, a trace of instinctive fear finally flickered.
"Qin... Qin Yuan..."
His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against something, and meaningless gurgling sounds came from his throat, as if he had almost lost the ability to speak.
"Don't look at me like that, I didn't come here today to beat you."
Qin Yuan smiled, a gentle smile like a good person coming to visit an old friend.
He took a thick kraft paper envelope from the side and casually untied the white string on it.
"I'm here to do a review for you, so you won't die with regrets."
Qin Yuan pulled a photo from the envelope and tossed it lightly onto the small iron table in front of Ye Chen.
"Do you still recognize her?"
In the photo was Su Qingxue, wearing a revealing maid outfit.
This ice-cold CEO, who was once high and mighty and regarded by Ye Chen as his exclusive possession.
Was kneeling at Qin Yuan's feet like a docile kitten, feeding him grapes with a flushed face.
Ye Chen's pupils contracted violently, and his breathing instantly became heavy, like an old bellows.
"Qing... Qingxue..."
He trembled his lips, and a layer of desperate bloodshot veins appeared in the depths of his eyes.
Qin Yuan did not pause and immediately threw out the second document.
It was an asset transfer agreement, signed with Liang Ainuo's name and a bright red thumbprint.
"Your Sister Liang is now the most obedient white glove under my command."
"To save her own life, she personally called Big Brother Wang Hu to kick you out of the club like garbage."
Ye Chen's body began to shake violently, his hands gripping the iron bars of the interrogation chair so hard his nails were about to snap.
"No... that's not true... Sister Liang wouldn't..."
Qin Yuan sneered contemptuously and threw out a few more photos.
This was in a private room at Buckingham Palace, where the underground dragon Big Brother Wang Hu and Mayor Zhao were respectfully toasting Qin Yuan.
"Did you think you'd be safe if you fled to the slums' Black Street?"
"The underworld and the legitimate world in Jiangzhong are all my people. Every inch of land you step on is the backyard of my Qin Family."
As each photo fell, Ye Chen's psychological defenses were cruelly torn apart layer by layer.
Everything he was proud of was as fragile as a joke in the face of Qin Yuan's social standing!
"By the way, I almost forgot about your good brother, Tie Niu."
Qin Yuan flicked the cigar ash, his tone as casual as if chatting about daily life.
"For a three-million settlement fee and his mother's life, he didn't hesitate to plunge a dagger into your kidney."
"That bloodstained knife is still on display in my underground collection room."
A "clucking" strange sound came from Ye Chen's throat, and two lines of blood and tears actually seeped from the corners of his eyes.
Everyone betrayed him!
Truly abandoned by all!
"This last one is a special treat from me to you."
Qin Yuan leaned forward slightly and slapped the last high-definition photo precisely onto Ye Chen's face.
The photo slid down Ye Chen's dirty cheek.
On it, on the custom-made large bed in Qin Yuan's luxury villa.
The pure school beauty Lin Waner was nestled in Qin Yuan's arms, her face full of shyness, with traces of satisfied tears still hanging at the corners of her eyes.
"Boom!"
This photo became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Ye Chen stared fixedly at the photo, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, the red bloodshot veins on them seemingly about to burst!
"Waner... My Waner!!!"
He no longer raged, nor did he roar, because his brain could no longer withstand this devastating blow.
It had completely crashed.
"Heh... hehe..."
A stream of murky saliva flowed down from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, dripping onto the yellow vest on his chest.
He chuckled foolishly, his eyes completely unfocused, and he had completely become a madman who couldn't even speak clearly.
Qin Yuan stood up and looked down at this once arrogant Child of Destiny.
He raised his pristine, high-end leather shoes and stepped mercilessly onto those photos.
The leather shoe ruthlessly ground against the faces of Su Qingxue, Liang Ainuo, and Lin Waner in the photos.
Qin Yuan's eyes were as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth.
"Look, without using a single soldier."
He spat out a sentence coldly, his voice echoing in the chamber, carrying absolute dominance.
"In this society that relies on connections and background, what do you, a bumpkin like you, have to play against me?"
Qin Yuan straightened his suit and turned to walk toward the iron door.
The prison guards outside the door immediately opened it respectfully.
Qin Yuan didn't look back, only leaving behind one last nonchalant instruction.
"Leave him a dog's life and keep him well fed. Prepare the car tomorrow; this young master still has to go meet the next unlucky fool."