Ouyang Yu's face turned from pale to ashen, his voice filled with rage as he roared, "Cheng Xiaofan, do you think you're so skilled that you can trample all over my Ouyang family?"
"Let me tell you, my father is the famous 'Half-City Suppressor,' and he commands many experts. You're too young and naive to even think about challenging my Ouyang family!"
Cheng Xiaofan sneered dismissively, "Ouyang Dog-Young Master, once I'm done with you, to avoid any future trouble, I'll naturally deal with your father!"
"You want to deal with my father? Cheng Xiaofan, you're too arrogant!"
Ouyang Yu let out a cold laugh, his gaze sharpening, "How do you intend to deal with me?"
Cheng Xiaofan stated, "Call your hotel manager and have him prepare the transfer documents, then hand over the hotel to my woman, Wu Shengnan, for free!"
"Starting tomorrow, this hotel will belong to her!"
Ouyang Yu burst into wild laughter, "Cheng Xiaofan, you must be dreaming! This is my property. Why should I give it away for free to that cheap woman?"
Cheng Xiaofan snorted coldly and said, "You'd best follow my words obediently."
"Furthermore, transfer the 25 billion US dollars you have in your Swiss bank account to my bank card immediately. Don't waste my time!"
"You!" Ouyang Yu was shocked.
The money he had in his Swiss bank was known only to his father. How did this brat find out?
He glared at Cheng Xiaofan fiercely, his face darkening, and asked, "How did you know I deposited that money in Switzerland?"
Cheng Xiaofan replied, "I don't need to tell you. Just transfer the money to my account!"
Ouyang Yu shouted angrily, "This is my money! Why should I transfer it to you?"
Cheng Xiaofan immediately raised an index finger.
On his fingertip, a needle as thin as a hair stood erect.
He said, "It's because of this 'Fushou Needle' on my fingertip. It will make you do as I say."
*Swish!*
He flicked his finger, and the Fushou Needle immediately pierced into Ouyang Yu's body.
"Ah—"
A heart-wrenching scream erupted from Ouyang Yu's mouth.
He collapsed onto the ground, writhing in agony.
The ten martial artists present felt their scalps tingle.
What kind of Fushou Needle was this that caused the young master Ouyang such unbearable pain?
"I can't take it anymore!"
Ouyang Yu cried out in pain, "Please, Cheng Xiaofan, spare me!"
Cheng Xiaofan asked coldly, "Will you do as I say?"
Ouyang Yu urgently replied, "No! The hotel is mine, and that US dollar is also mine. I won't listen to you and throw it all away for nothing."
Cheng Xiaofan said, "It seems you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Then I'll show you the true power of the Fushou Needle."
As he spoke, he lightly twitched his right index finger, drawing a black line from the point where the Fushou Needle was inserted, extending to Ouyang Yu's left hand.
Instantly!
His five fingers began to swell and turn black.
The flesh of two of his fingers immediately liquefied into pus, dripping onto the ground, revealing the bone underneath.
"Ah—" Ouyang Yu turned ashen at the sight.
He screamed, "Why is this happening? Why?"
Cheng Xiaofan sneered, "Ouyang Yu, in a little while, your entire hand, including this arm, will be nothing but bone."
"Of course, if this drags on, your entire body will be reduced to a skeleton!"
"Think carefully. What will happen if you disobey?"
Ouyang Yu, terrified by his words, was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He repeatedly pleaded, "Cheng Xiaofan, please spare me! I'll immediately have my people prepare the materials to transfer the hotel to Wu Shengnan for free."
"And all the US dollars I have in my Swiss bank will be transferred to you!"
Cheng Xiaofan snorted, "If you had been this obedient earlier, you wouldn't have lost these two fingers!"
He flicked his index finger again.
The black line was retracted back to the point where the Fushou Needle was inserted.
Ouyang Yu's hand returned to its normal color.
However, the exposed bone of his finger was a terrifying sight.
"Here are painkillers. Take this, and it will temporarily alleviate the pain," Cheng Xiaofan said, tossing a pill to Ouyang Yu.
Ouyang Yu picked up the pill and swallowed it.
The unbearable pain in his body immediately receded like a tide.
He let out a long sigh, as if he had just returned from the brink of death.
"Cheng Xiaofan, can you remove the Fushou Needle from my body?" Ouyang Yu asked, still trembling from the near-death experience.
Cheng Xiaofan shook his head repeatedly, "This is not the time for you to make demands. Time is short, so quickly fulfill what I asked!"
"You also know my personality. I'm impatient and dislike dragging things out!"
"..." Ouyang Yu was utterly frustrated.
Before this, did I even know you?
How could I have known your character?
If I had known what kind of person you were, I would have prepared myself properly.
I wouldn't have been so easily subdued by you, a young master from the capital.
Fine!
You're ruthless, aren't you?
I'll endure. But I'll let you know later that as the son of 'Half-City Suppressor,' you've provoked someone you can't afford to offend.
Ouyang Yu swallowed his anger and said, "Alright, I'll call my manager right away to send the hotel transfer documents for Wu Shengnan."
"And the money you want, not a single cent will be missing."
He said this aloud, but inwardly he vowed, "What you take now, I will make you repay me tenfold!"
He immediately took out his phone and dialed his manager. "Li Li, I'm going to transfer the hotel to a woman named Wu Shengnan. Prepare all the transfer documents and bring them here."
"Do as I say and prepare all the materials!"
After hanging up the phone, Ouyang Yu said to Cheng Xiaofan, "Cheng Xiaofan, my manager will bring the transfer documents shortly."
Cheng Xiaofan could tell he wasn't lying.
Once he had the transfer documents, the rest of the procedures would be easy to handle.
"Transfer the money," Cheng Xiaofan said.
Ouyang Yu replied, "You haven't given me your account number yet!"
Cheng Xiaofan slapped his forehead, "Look, I even forgot about that. If I don't give you my bank card account, how can you transfer the US dollars to me?"
"Ouyang Yu, I apologize. This truly fits the saying, 'Great men are forgetful'!"
Ouyang Yu was infuriated, almost exploding.
Whose 'great man' was he? He was clearly this young master's nemesis!
Wu Shengnan, on the other hand, couldn't help but chuckle. How could this guy be so amusing?
He had tormented someone to the point of near death, and he was still calling himself 'great'?
Only he could say such a thing!
Cheng Xiaofan immediately gave his bank card account number to Ouyang Yu.
Ouyang Yu didn't dare to delay and immediately initiated the transfer.
*Ding!*
Hearing the text message notification, Cheng Xiaofan, abandoning any pretense of gentlemanly decorum, immediately opened his phone to check his account.
"Hmm, Dog-Young Master, I've received the funds you transferred!"