Chapter Forty-Five: Yang Junqi in Critical Condition

Lin Yi’s words startled everyone, leaving them unsure whether to call him confident or arrogant.

Chu Na spoke up fearfully, “Lin Yi, don’t be impulsive. Killing is illegal.”

Lin Yi glanced at her. After all, Chu Na was just an ordinary girl; in her mind, murder was an unforgivable crime.

But for Lin Yi, death was as common as breathing. Different people, different perspectives—the weight of things varies depending on the level you stand on.

“Forget it. It’s best not to involve Chu Na in this matter,” Lin Yi thought to himself, then tossed Song Qi to the ground.

Song Qi, now free, gulped greedily at the air, then burst into wild laughter. “Ha ha, Lin Yi, in the end, you’re just afraid!”

Lin Yi said nothing, taking out his phone and dialing Song Yu.

“Song Yu, twenty minutes. If you’re not here by then, there is no reason for your family to exist anymore,” Lin Yi said calmly.

Tan Long and Yao Likun exchanged glances. They remembered Lin Yi had called Angel before, but no one believed him. Now he was calling Song Yu—could he really summon her?

But soon, they dismissed the thought. Song Yu was the head of the Song family, her influence stretched across all of Jiang Province. Lin Yi’s threat to erase the Song family—how could that be possible? Did he really think himself some omnipotent figure?

Song Qi, though frightened, still sneered, “Lin Yi, you think you’re so important.”

Lin Yi merely glanced at Song Qi, then addressed Fan Tianhang, “Take Chu Na with you and go arrange things at the company.”

“Yes.”

At that moment, Fan Tianhang was desperate to leave. If Song Yu truly arrived and used them as scapegoats, they’d be doomed. A pity he couldn’t witness Lin Yi’s death himself.

Chu Na said, “Lin Yi, be careful.”

“Go,” Lin Yi replied.

Fan Tianhang carried Fan Fei and led Chu Na away.

Lin Yi closed his eyes. Time ticked by, minute after minute. The bar was silent, no one dared utter a word, the atmosphere oppressive.

At the nineteenth minute, Song Qi couldn’t help but laugh, “Ha ha, Lin Yi, didn’t you say my dad would be here in twenty minutes? It’s already been nineteen.”

He was increasingly convinced that Lin Yi was bluffing.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared and kicked Song Qi hard in the stomach.

Bang.

Song Qi was sent flying, dazed for a long moment.

“Who the hell hit me?” Song Qi rubbed his aching stomach and roared.

“I did.”

A deep voice answered. And at that voice, Song Qi froze, his limbs icy cold.

His father had really come!

All because of Lin Yi’s words.

At that moment, Song Qi thought of Yang Junqi and Yang Yujia, who had shone at the Yang family banquet.

So the “distinguished guest” spoken of by the ten great families—it was Lin Yi!

“Dad, Dad, why are you here?”

Song Qi stammered, forgetting his pain.

But Song Yu didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, he bowed respectfully, “Mr. Lin, I failed to discipline my son.”

“I don’t want to see him again,” Lin Yi said.

It was similar to what he’d said to Fan Tianhang, but the meaning was worlds apart. One was simply not to be seen in Jiang Province; the other meant he didn’t want to see him ever again.

In other words, Lin Yi still intended for Song Qi to die.

Song Yu understood perfectly, but Song Qi was his only son, dearly cherished.

“Mr. Lin, may I ask how my son offended you?” Song Yu asked carefully; every action needs a reason.

Lin Yi glanced at him, “If I want him dead, do I need a reason?”

Arrogant words, but no one dared object.

Song Qi’s mind was spinning, and he pointed at Lin Yi, shouting, “Who do you think you are, trying to kill me!”

Song Yu trembled at Song Qi’s outburst.

This unfilial son!

Didn’t he see his own father trembling with fear? How dare he provoke Lin Yi.

Lin Yi swept his eyes over Song Qi, then said to Song Yu, “There are things I don’t want to repeat.”

“I understand,” Song Yu nodded.

A son can always be replaced, but if the family is lost, what use is a son?

Lin Yi finally glanced at Tan Long and Yao Likun.

They immediately caught on and said, “Mr. Lin, we’ll drink, right now!”

They hurriedly opened bottles of whiskey and drank deeply.

Lin Yi chuckled and left the bar, Song Yu respectfully accompanying him.

Once Lin Yi was gone, Song Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief—the pressure Lin Yi exerted was overwhelming.

He walked back into the bar, grabbed a bodyguard, and asked for details.

The bodyguard dared not hide anything and explained everything.

Upon hearing that Song Qi had threatened someone close to Lin Yi, cold sweat broke out on Song Yu’s back.

“Damn it, this fool deserves to die!”

…

The next day.

Lin Yi suddenly received a call from Wang Yang.

“Teacher, something’s wrong. Yang Junqi suddenly had a heart attack and is in the hospital for emergency treatment.”

“A heart attack?”

Lin Yi frowned. He’d already told Yang Junqi to remove the small bow, so how could she still suffer a heart condition?

Could it be…?

A thought flashed in Lin Yi’s mind, and the cold light in his eyes deepened.

“I see. Which hospital?” Lin Yi asked.

Yang Junqi’s illness wasn’t a real heart condition, but a sickness caused by accumulated evil energy—a curse that couldn’t be cured by doctors.

“She’s at First Hospital in Lan City,” Wang Yang replied.

Lin Yi hung up and hailed a cab.

The driver was a scruffy, unkempt man.

“Where to?” the driver asked in a hollow voice.

Lin Yi thought for a moment, “First Hospital.”

“Get in.”

“How much?” Lin Yi asked.

“Just five yuan,” the man grinned, showing blackened teeth.

“It’s not far from here, but why so cheap?” Lin Yi asked.

“One word: are you riding or not? If not, get out,” the man said.

Lin Yi laughed, “All right.”

As soon as Lin Yi got in, a crazed glint appeared in the driver’s hollow eyes.

He floored the accelerator, and the car sped off wildly.

“This doesn’t seem to be the way to the hospital,” Lin Yi said with a half-smile.

“That’s right, kid. Someone wants you dead. I’ll be honest, this car is packed with explosives,” the man sneered.

“Won’t that kill you, too?” Lin Yi asked.

“I’m not afraid of death. My wife’s gone, my daughter’s gone. If I can take one with me on my way out, it’s not a loss.”

The man raved, hoping to see Lin Yi’s fear.

But he was disappointed. Lin Yi’s face showed no fear, only calm, as if he’d expected it.

“You’re not afraid?” the man asked.

“No, because I won’t die,” Lin Yi replied, then grabbed the man’s neck.

At the same time, his spiritual power surged, probing the man’s mind for information.

He quickly found the man’s conversation with someone else. Though the voice was hoarse and disguised, Lin Yi recognized it—it was Yang Li.

“So it really is you people.”

Lin Yi’s gaze deepened, and with a forceful grip, the man went silent forever.

Lin Yi tossed the body onto the back seat and used his true energy to cover the entire car.

Just as the man said, the car was packed with explosives.

Lin Yi used his technique to vaporize all the explosives, planning to dispose of them later.

Vroom!

The car roared like a beast as Lin Yi stomped on the accelerator, rushing toward First Hospital.

What should have taken more than ten minutes, Lin Yi cut down to three.

When he arrived, the cab was completely ruined.

Lin Yi walked into the hospital and, in the corridor outside the emergency room, saw Yang Yujia anxiously waiting.

Wang Yang sat beside her, comforting her.

“How’s it going?” Lin Yi asked.

“Hard to say. They just issued a critical notice,” Wang Yang replied. At this point, only Lin Yi could save Yang Junqi.

Lin Yi nodded. As long as there was still a breath left, with the power of his golden core, he could bring her back.

“Don’t worry, Yang Junqi is blessed—she’ll be fine.”

Lin Yi reassured them, then said to Wang Yang, “Make arrangements now. I’ll perform the next surgery myself.”