Huang Shijie had no idea who he had offended. In his eyes, all he needed was to find a few thugs to scare and teach that guy a lesson, and the guy would be afraid and dare not compete with him for the woman.
This was not the first time he had done such a thing, and each time it had scared away the competitors, so Huang Shijie believed this time would be no exception.
Soon, he received a call from the thugs. They told him over the phone that the matter was handled and that they had a gift for him.
Huang Shijie didn't think much of it. Given his status, these thugs wouldn't dare to deceive him. So, he drove his luxury car to the meeting place, a warehouse in the eastern suburbs.
Upon entering the warehouse, Huang Shijie swaggered out of his car and saw Brother Hu with his subordinates in front of him.
"Did you take care of that kid?"
Huang Shijie didn't care about these thugs at all. To him, they were just tools, like cockroaches in the sewer, pests and rats, worthless. He only needed to spend a little money to buy them off.
"It's done."
Brother Hu and his subordinates walked up to him, their eyes filled with ferocity.
"You said you had a gift for me. Bring it out."
Huang Shijie didn't notice the ferocity in Brother Hu's eyes and continued to speak in a commanding tone, "The gift is..."
Brother Hu drew out the last word and suddenly punched Huang Shijie in the face.
With a bang!
Huang Shijie's face immediately turned bruised and swollen, and his head buzzed.
"What are you doing? How dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?"
Huang Shijie roared in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Huang, you're the one who caused this. If we don't hit you, we'll lose our lives, so we have to apologize to you. Hit him!"
Brother Hu gave the order, and his subordinates started punching and kicking Huang Shijie, while Brother Hu took out his phone and started recording.
However, Huang Shijie was still a young master they couldn't afford to offend, so they didn't dare to beat him to death or cripple him, only to inflict some physical pain.
Huang Shijie cried out in pain, curling up on the ground with his hands covering his head. He never imagined that the thugs he had hired would dare to hit him.
After beating Huang Shijie and recording the video to send to Ning Beichen, the thugs dared to leave. Only when Ning Beichen told them they could go did Brother Hu and his men dare to leave the place by car that night.
Offending Ning Beichen meant death. Offending Huang Shijie meant they could just find a place to hide for a year or half.
Huang Shijie was inexplicably beaten up and didn't even know what had happened.
He didn't know why these thugs had beaten him.
So, in a fit of rage, he immediately used his connections to try and catch Brother Hu and his thugs.
However, Brother Hu had already fled with his subordinates, and there was no trace of them.
"That man, it must have been that man!"
Huang Shijie quickly figured out the reason. Besides that man, it couldn't possibly be anyone else.
Thus, the seed of revenge began to take root and sprout in his heart.
For someone of his character, he himself was never wrong; everyone else was.
"You forced my hand!"
Huang Shijie, bruised and battered, gritted his teeth and made a phone call to find someone to deal with Ning Beichen.
Since thugs couldn't scare him, he would find more professional people to handle it.
As soon as Young Master Huang made the request, it was naturally approved. A local power group quickly took on the job.
That very evening, a large group of people, about twenty or so, armed with knives, guns, clubs, and sticks, broke into Ning Beichen's house.
Coincidentally, Ning Beichen was not at home, and no one else was there. These people trashed Ning Beichen's belongings before leaving.
When Ning Beichen returned home and saw that his belongings and appliances had been smashed to pieces, his entire face turned grim.
"Do these people think they can bully me too easily?"
But Ning Beichen couldn't really blame these people. They had no idea who Ning Beichen was. If they had known, let alone his current identity, even his past identity would have made them too afraid to act presumptuously.
Ning Beichen took a deep breath. It wasn't that he was heartbroken over the things, but he felt annoyed.
It was like an elephant being bitten by a few small ants; it didn't hurt or itch, but it was disgusting.
However, for Ning Beichen, the foremost person below the Heavenly Venerate, to personally deal with a few small ants was truly beneath him.
"Xiao Jiu, some little scoundrels trashed my house. Go find them for me."
Although Ning Beichen had been away for a long time, it didn't mean he had no subordinates.
As soon as Xiao Jiu and the others heard that their boss's house had been trashed, they immediately grabbed their weapons and set off.
Within a few hours, all the people who had trashed Ning Beichen's house were buried in a mud pit on a suburban mountain, with only half of their heads exposed.
These people were all terrified. Their supposedly fierce methods were like a child's play in front of these men in black.
Soon, Xiao Jiu extracted information from them about who had ordered them to trash Ning Beichen's house.
"Boss, should we make him disappear?"
Xiao Jiu stood respectfully in front of Ning Beichen and asked for instructions.
"You decide."
Ning Beichen replied absentmindedly.
He was very busy and didn't have time to play with a young master.
"Boss, I'll handle it properly."
Xiao Jiu left immediately. By the time Ning Beichen remembered this matter, Xiao Jiu had already dealt with it.
"You... you're saying you crippled Young Master Huang's private parts?"
Ning Beichen's eyelids twitched.
"Yes, Boss. But I didn't kill him. Boss, should I kill him?"
Xiao Jiu said.
"Forget it, don't bother with him."
Ning Beichen replied.
"Okay, Boss."
After Xiao Jiu left, Ning Beichen quickly forgot about it.
Meanwhile, Huang Shijie was lying in a private hospital. His father, Huang Fan, looked at his son, who had been castrated, and in a fit of rage, he overturned a table.
"Investigate, investigate who turned my son into this."
Huang Fan roared.
He had only this one precious son for so many years. Although he knew his son was not a good child and was always causing trouble, no matter how bad he was, he was still his treasure in his father's eyes.
And now his treasure had been crippled, with injuries that would never heal, causing the Huang family to have no heir. How could Huang Fan not be enraged?
Not long after, his subordinates investigated some information.
"Are you saying my son was recently pursuing a woman named Liu Yilin, and then had a conflict with a man next to this woman? So it's highly possible that man crippled my son?"
Huang Fan said, smoking a cigarette, his eyes filled with murderous intent.