Celestial Night Emperor

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Scared Yet?

Rage surged even more fiercely within Qin Tianxuan.

He turned around coldly, looking at the four composed bastards. "Name the mastermind!"

The four Su City business tycoons all laughed.

"Buddy, you’ve put on quite a show. Did you call in the Battle Department? As it happens, I, Jiang Haotian, have some connections there myself!" The speaker was the youngest of the four.

He stepped forward arrogantly. "We don’t sell out our friends. Besides, that woman brought it on herself. I suggest you tone down the arrogance!"

Qin Tianxuan let out a grim laugh.

It was a bone-chilling sound.

Jiang Haotian’s expression turned ugly. "Fuck! Don’t try to scare me with these Battle Department grunts. I’m calling the Deputy Director of the Su City Battle Department right now. You know who he is to me? He’s my sworn brother!"

With that, he whipped out his phone and made a call. "Deputy Director Zhao, my man! You need to get to Emperor Street right now! I’m surrounded by your people!"

At the scene, standing right behind Venerable Yuan of the Intelligence Hall, was the chief director of the Su City Battle Department himself.

The director was so furious watching this unfold that he nearly had a stroke.

He stepped forward. "Which Deputy Director Zhao are you calling? I don’t seem to have heard of him."

"Zhao Shanhai! Ever heard of him? A bona fide Deputy Director!"

The Battle Department’s chief director roared, "Zhao Shanhai? The second-in-command of the logistics department? How much money did he take from you to call you ’brother’?"

Some Deputy Director that was!

The smug Jiang Haotian was already drunk, his breath reeking of alcohol. He burst into wild laughter. "I’m not afraid to tell you! The Northern Domain Battle Department’s campaign against the Celestial Demon was a rare opportunity. Brother Zhao and I teamed up on twelve deals with the Battle Department and made two hundred million! So what’s our relationship? We’re partners in profit!"

In the distance, a car pulled up.

The Battle Department’s own Zhao Shanhai stumbled out, completely drunk. "What’s goin’ on? Little brother Jiang Haotian, I’m here. Why’re there so many Battle Department guys?"

As Zhao Shanhai staggered over, he suddenly spotted the chief director. The shock sobered him up instantly.

"D-Director... sir. W-why are you here?"

The Battle Department director was trembling, utterly speechless.

But Jiang Haotian was still shouting, "There you are, my man! I want them to know just how solid my connections are! Put in a word for me, tell them to let us go!"

Zhao Shanhai’s eyes darted around nervously as he trembled.

Just then, Qin Tianxuan moved like a flash, snatching the gun from the director’s holster.

BANG!

Zhao Shanhai fell back, staring up at the sky.

A clean, decisive shot, fired without a hint of warning.

Embezzling two hundred million was a capital offense in the Battle Department.

Qin Tianxuan tossed the gun aside, grabbed Zhao Shanhai by his hair—a new hole bored through his forehead—and dragged the body right in front of Jiang Haotian.

"You think your connections are solid?"

"You think this fat pig could have saved you?"

"You think I’m an easy target?"

"And you think I won’t put a bullet in your head right now?"

Four questions, one after another.

Jiang Haotian pissed his pants and collapsed to his knees with a THUD.

He was trembling, about to blurt out Fatty Yang’s name.

But the local tycoon next to him clamped a hand over his mouth. "Don’t you dare! Don’t forget who his cousin is! As long as we keep our mouths shut, neither the Su City Battle Department nor anyone else can touch us!"

Jiang Haotian fainted.

But the tycoon, a supposed man of honor, stood up. "The name’s Zheng Tianwu. I’ve weathered every storm life has thrown at me. I’ll say it right here: we will never sell out a friend!"

At this, Zheng Tianwu tilted his head back defiantly. "You can put a bullet in me, but I won’t bow down, even in death!"

A savage light glinted in Qin Tianxuan’s eyes. "Very good. So loyal. So tough."

He turned his head. "Look into this man. Dig up everything, back to his ancestors."

The Intelligence Hall reported back instantly. "Zheng Tianwu, founder of the Celestial Martial Group. Family assets total 1.6 billion. He is a local Su City tycoon."

Qin Tianxuan gave a cold smirk and ordered, "Seize the Celestial Martial Group. Freeze all of Zheng Tianwu’s accounts. I want him bankrupt. Now."

In the next instant, Zheng Tianwu’s phone began buzzing frantically.

He answered in horror, only to be flooded with terrifying news.

His company had been seized. His accounts were frozen.

The accounting computers were being confiscated. Twelve different Su City departments were lining up to dig up dirt on him.

"Chairman, they’re trying to destroy you! They’ve gotten their hands on the evidence for all our illegal deals!"

With a THUD, Zheng Tianwu also fell to his knees, desperately clutching Qin Tianxuan’s pant leg. "I’m a fucking moron! Just treat me like a fucking moron! I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything! I’m begging you, please be merciful!"

BAM! Qin Tianxuan sent him flying with a single kick. "Too late!"

Jiang Haotian was unconscious. Zheng Tianwu was bankrupt.

The last two local tycoons were already on the floor. They scrambled over on their hands and knees.

"We’ll talk! It was Young Master Yang!"

"A magnate from Jinling! He’s the head of twelve investment funds, a family enterprise!"

"The Han Family owed him money, so he decided to go after Han Biwei!"

Young Master Yang from Jinling!

’Damn, this guy’s name is about to be known far and wide.’

Everyone present etched the name into their memory.

They had all witnessed Qin Tianxuan’s fury.

And they had all felt the Night Emperor’s killing intent.

Now, whoever caught this Young Master Yang from Jinling would be the one to leave the deepest impression on Lord Night Emperor.

A predatory glint appeared in everyone’s eyes.

They exchanged glances before rapidly pulling out their phones.

"The target is Fatty Yang from Jinling! I don’t care what his background is. Tell every boss in the underworld that if they catch him, I, Old Yama of Su City, will get on my knees and thank them personally!"

"Hey, it’s your boss. Gather everyone immediately. I need you to find a fat bastard, last name Yang. His file is on your phones now!"

A cacophony of phone calls erupted.

Fatty Yang had become a juicy slab of meat surrounded by starving wolves, a target every hunter was now sworn to kill.

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