Chapter Thirty-Nine: Debts Must Be Repaid!

Who dares not come. Death without mercy!

These seven words, spoken by Qin Mu, struck the ground with a thunderous resonance. Even if it seemed impossible, no one dared to voice the slightest doubt.

“Qin Mu, why are you here?” Lin Qingxue, who was comforting Lin Peipei at her side, hadn’t expected Qin Mu to appear at such a critical moment. Thankfully, he did; otherwise, she and Lin Peipei would have already been ruined by that swine, Fang Peng.

Gazing at Qin Mu’s imposing figure, she suddenly felt that with him present, no matter how battered and beleaguered the Lin family became, they would not fall.

“I was just planning to pay a visit and happened to come across this,” Qin Mu replied.

Upon hearing this, Fang Sheng on the opposite side sneered.

“I don’t think you just happened by; you must have been plotting this all along, fancying the Lin family’s heiress, haven’t you?”

Fang Sheng had been observing Qin Mu and Lin Qingxue for a while, sensing that their relationship was anything but ordinary.

“How about this: I, Fang Sheng, let you have her first, and then my son can have his turn. What do you say?”

“And who are you to presume to call the shots here?”

Wu Mu, having finished his phone call, stepped down from the car and shouted with such fury that Fang Sheng slid from his seat and landed on the ground with a thud.

Fang Sheng glanced at Wu Mu, who followed behind Qin Mu, utterly stunned. He had never imagined that Qin Mu would have such a formidable subordinate. Compared to him, Fang Sheng’s own bodyguards were nothing but infants.

“Actually, your mother—that lady—warned me back then,” Lin Zhengxing recalled deeply from the side. “She said Fang Sheng was no great talent and not to be trusted with important matters. I didn’t heed the good advice, and here we are, paying the price.”

“How dare you mention that wretched woman! Aren’t you afraid your Lin family will be razed to the ground by the River Alliance within a day?” Fang Sheng shouted, unafraid of Qin Mu’s aura.

In his eyes, despite Qin Mu’s extraordinary presence, he was nothing compared to the River Alliance, which had ruled River City for twenty years.

Thus, the mere mention of the River Alliance filled Fang Sheng with confidence.

“Father, you must kill him!” Fang Peng, half-crippled from the car collision but miraculously conscious, was helped over.

“Call Uncle Yang! Have him deal with this brat—make sure he dies a miserable death!” Fang Peng’s eyes flashed coldly. Uncle Yang was a crucial figure in the Fang family’s rise. Whenever Fang Peng encountered trouble during his escapades, Uncle Yang could always settle it. Nothing was beyond his reach.

Fang Sheng considered this and nodded. This young man might have some background, but he looked unfamiliar—probably the scion of some provincial official. For someone like that, calling in Uncle Yang to suppress him was the best course of action.

“Still thinking of calling in all the families who once suppressed the Lin family to settle old scores? How conceited!” someone sneered. “You’re not from River City, so you don’t know how terrifying the River Alliance is! Once Uncle Yang arrives, you’ll be drawn and quartered!”

Fang Peng could not agree more, his eyes drifting greedily toward Lin Qingxue. He was already imagining enjoying the Lin sisters after Uncle Yang dealt with the trouble.

Soon, a luxury business car pulled up at the Lin family’s gate. The man who stepped out glanced inside, but before he could ask what was happening, his expression froze and a chill ran down his spine.

“Uncle Yang, what are you doing standing there? That’s the brat—cripple him! I want him turned into a living corpse!” Fang Peng hurried to the gate, his tone urgent.

“Oh? So you’re the trump card he’s been boasting of?” Qin Mu didn’t even raise his eyes, already guessing who this 'Uncle Yang' was.

Outside the gate, Yang Long’s legs turned to jelly the moment he heard that voice—the voice that haunted his nightmares. A cold sweat broke out over him.

Not long ago, Qin Mu had publicly crushed him beneath his foot. If word hadn’t been kept from spreading, Yang Long would already be a ruined man.

“Uncle Yang, what’s wrong?” Fang Peng asked in confusion.

“Get out!” Yang Long slapped Fang Peng across the face, nearly exploding with rage. To think he’d been called here to face this demon again!

Had he known, all the courage in the world wouldn’t have brought him back.

“The Fang family truly deserves to perish!” Yang Long cursed, kicking Fang Peng so hard in the leg he nearly broke it.

Fang Sheng was stupefied. The Yang and Fang families had always been close—why was Yang Long turning on them?

He turned again, fixing his gaze on the young man who seemed to dominate the world.

“Since we’re all here, let’s just watch together,” Qin Mu said calmly.

“Yes…” Even with a son’s murder to avenge, Yang Long didn’t dare defy Qin Mu. He feared for his life.

This scene left the Lin family in utter shock.

The mighty patriarch of the Yang family, Yang Long, was bowing to Qin Mu?

About half an hour passed.

The other families, hastily summoned, began to arrive one after another, the rumble of engines filling the air as their cars lined up before the Lin family’s gates.

“What, Lin Zhengxing, have you decided to die? Called us here to divvy up your estate?” A slick-looking youth swaggered in.

“Hahaha! Maybe we’re here to share his widows! I heard the Lin family has two precious daughters, hidden away for ages—I’d like a taste of that!”

A host of River Alliance members barged in, brazen and vulgar, treating the Lin family with utter contempt.

Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Qin Mu took a long list from Wu Mu and handed it to Lin Zhengxing.

“What’s this?” Lin Zhengxing asked in confusion.

“I had someone look into it. This is the bill for all the loans, deceptions, and debts the various families have owed the Lin family over the last twenty years. Please verify it, Mr. Lin.”