Chapter 64: How to Use a Cucumber (Please Recommend and Add to Bookshelf)

To Hua Tianyu, Fang Hao was merely a fleeting incident—a minor interlude. No matter who coveted this place, he would sweep through them without hesitation!

Only now did someone from Yongxing Hall finally react, with two men stepping forward to help Jiang Liliang to his feet.

"You... What kind of martial art is that?" Jiang Liliang, enduring the searing pain, clutched his chest and coughed up blood-tinged saliva as he questioned.

Hua Tianyu pondered for a moment. "Wasn’t it you who crashed into me? Trying to stage an accident for compensation?"

Jiang Liliang could only spit another mouthful of blood, nearly collapsing again, as his men struggled to hold him up.

You’re a seasoned master—can’t you stop with that nonsense?

As Jiang Liliang’s mind raced, he saw Hua Tianyu approaching leisurely, one hand in his pocket and the other gripping a blade.

"Stop him! Stop him!" Panic-stricken, Jiang Liliang shouted. The terror of earlier still lingered; with Hua Tianyu drawing near, his anxiety surged. He needed someone to stand between them—only then could he feel a sliver of safety.

He held onto one thought: Hua Tianyu must not come any closer. Absolutely not.

But before his men could react, Hua Tianyu darted forward in a flash, and the blade was already pressed against Jiang Liliang’s throat.

The two men holding him barely had time to move; Hua Tianyu applied a slight pressure, the knife nicking Jiang Liliang’s skin, and beads of blood welled up instantly.

"If you don't want him dead, don't move! I’ll count to three—drop everything in your hands, or I’ll sever his head with a single stroke!"

Feeling the sting at his throat, Jiang Liliang didn’t doubt Hua Tianyu’s threat for a moment—the man’s ruthlessness had already been proven.

"Hurry! Everyone, drop your weapons!" Jiang Liliang ordered.

Glancing at the two men supporting him, he waved frantically. "You two as well! Drop them!"

"One."

A clang—someone discarded their weapon. With their leader in Hua Tianyu’s grasp, there was no other choice.

"Two."

A chorus of metallic thuds followed. Once one person set the example, the rest quickly followed suit.

"You in the gray, with the knife—you can’t wait for your boss to die, can you?" Hua Tianyu smiled at Wan Rong.

"Damn it! I’m not dead yet! Wan Rong, drop the knife!" Jiang Liliang roared, his excitement causing his wound to scrape against the blade, drawing more blood.

He dared not move again, shooting a glare at Wan Rong.

Wan Rong hesitated—not because he wished Jiang Liliang dead. After all, with so many witnesses, killing his boss would ensure he’d never take over Yongxing Hall.

He was simply torn. Though his knife couldn’t threaten Hua Tianyu, it still served as intimidation against the others in Xingyu Bar. If they surrendered all their weapons, they’d become lambs to the slaughter.

He really didn’t want to drop his blade.

Yet Hua Tianyu’s words backed him into a corner—if he didn’t comply, not only would the people from Xingyu Bar target him, but even his own side would turn against him.

"Three."

With a heavy sigh, Wan Rong finally let the machete fall.

"You, the last one to drop your knife—come here!" Hua Tianyu kept the blade at Jiang Liliang’s throat, pointing at Wan Rong.

Wan Rong froze, but under the gaze of everyone in Yongxing Hall, he walked over warily.

"Today, your boss needs a reminder—so he never forgets this lesson!" Hua Tianyu’s expression sharpened. "You’ll break both of Jiang’s legs!"

What the hell... Wan Rong cursed inwardly. What kind of twisted logic was this? Why couldn’t Hua Tianyu do it himself? Wasn’t he faster, stronger?

He saw through it—this was deliberate, an overt provocation.

Jiang Liliang was livid, about to retort, when the blade pressed closer at his neck.

"Legs or head?" Hua Tianyu’s cold voice echoed in his ear.

Jiang Liliang could only shift to lessen the knife’s pressure, his eyes burning with poisonous hatred.

If looks could kill, Hua Tianyu would have been sliced thousands of times already.

Yet he was powerless.

Hua Tianyu watched him with relaxed amusement, as if asking whether he wanted legs or head was no more than a casual choice at a fast-food counter—wings or drumsticks.

He had no doubt: if he chose legs, Hua Tianyu would truly decapitate him.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. Jiang Liliang shouted, "I’m willing to pay! I’ll pay to ransom my legs!"

"Pay?" Hua Tianyu glanced at Xia Yang’s battered van, considering.

"Those eight cars—how much did you pay for them?" Hua Tianyu asked.

"Each cost over a hundred thousand yuan, so eight would be around a million," Jiang Liliang replied, thinking Hua Tianyu wanted the cars in exchange for his legs. The sum stung, but it was bearable.

"Junk cars," Hua Tianyu scoffed.

"Xia Yang, how much is your luxury car—the one they smashed?" Hua Tianyu pointed at Xia Yang’s wind-leaking van.

Xia Yang flashed two fingers—twenty thousand.

His father had bought it secondhand; as long as it ran, it was good enough.

"Two hundred thousand," Hua Tianyu nodded without a hint of shame.

Two hundred thousand? Xia Yang’s mouth twitched—was Tian-ge confused?

Jiang Liliang nearly spat more blood. Hua Tianyu, you’re ruthless—do you think that’s a Mercedes?

"Isn’t two hundred thousand too much?" With the blade still at his throat, Jiang Liliang asked cautiously.

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Fine, two hundred thousand," Jiang Liliang shivered, quickly agreeing.

"Four hundred thousand!"

Jiang Liliang dared not speak, fearing the price might jump to half a million.

Hua Tianyu grinned. "Why did you agree so quickly, Boss Jiang? I was waiting for you to bargain!"

Jiang Liliang was speechless.

Hua Tianyu, it’s a shame you’re not in the underworld—you have a natural talent for extortion! Compared to you, Yongxing Hall is like preschoolers against a seasoned driver.

...

A notification chimed on Hua Tianyu’s phone.

Tian Li was ecstatic—now she could rent a two-thousand-a-month apartment without worry.

Following Tian-ge was the right choice!

Xia Yang’s gloomy face brightened; his minor injuries were nothing. If he took the smashed van home, his dad would kill him.

Tomorrow, he’d buy two vans—just like those ostentatious types: drive one, tow another!

Hua Tianyu glanced at Jiang Liliang, then said calmly, "Now, you can have your subordinate come break one of your legs."