Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 298: Fu Shiyan Shows No Mercy to Scum

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Fu Shiyan Shows No Mercy to Scum

Fu Shiyan watched Chen Qiang struggling to keep his eyes wide open, and a cold smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.

His fingertips clutched a cigarette, flicking the ash gently to fall on Chen Qiang’s face, "Remember now?"

Chen Qiang shuddered from the burn, "How did you, how did you get out?"

Fu Shiyan didn’t answer him but asked directly, "The cellphone that fell on the back seat of the car?"

"It’s in my pocket."

Fu Shiyan crouched down and pressed the cigarette butt into the palm of Chen Qiang’s right hand, the smell of char spreading.

This hand had once held a knife against An Yan’s neck and had even slashed her throat.

Fu Shiyan wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt An Yan, not even the thought of it.

Chen Qiang’s eyes bulged, the pain almost tearing him apart.

Fu Shiyan showed no mercy; this man deserved far worse than death.

He pulled out a cellphone from the jeans on the ground and stood up.

This was indeed An Yan’s phone that he had retrieved from Dongzi that night in Banqiao Town.

The phone was this year’s new model. After thinking for a moment, he peeled off the screen protector and entered the passcode and fingerprint.

The phone screen unlocked, displaying his photo as the wallpaper.

A soft smile appeared in Fu Shiyan’s eyes.

His Yanyan had been waiting for him all this time; even though she changed her phone, the password still included him.

Seeing his mood seemingly lifted, Chen Qiang tried to reach out to grab his trouser leg, "Spare, spare me..."

Fu Shiyan’s expression suddenly darkened. He ruthlessly stomped on the other’s hand, grinding it, "Why didn’t you spare Yanyan then?"

Chen Qiang defended himself, "That woman was so beautiful, it just, just made me think that way."

Fu Shiyan found such people utterly despicable, blaming the victim for their own lustful thoughts because she was beautiful.

"So beauty is a sin?" Fu Shiyan licked his back teeth, stepping down three inches below the navel, "You won’t harm women ever again in this life!"

Chen Qiang passed out from the pain.

Fu Shiyan, with a flick of his shoe, kicked the man’s T-shirt below his abdomen.

He stood up and walked to the door, pushing it open.

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "Is it taken care of?"

Fu Shiyan smiled and hummed lightly, shaking the phone and stepping aside, "Now you can do whatever you want, I’ll take care of the consequences."

An Yan walked in, seeing the T-shirt covering Chen Qiang from the abdomen down, she guessed that he was ruined everywhere.

Thinking that tonight this man had fed her unclean things and even wanted to assault her.

She would definitely not forgive or pity this person.

Seeing Chen Qiang covered in bruises, not a spot untouched, An Yan kicked his ribs, breaking a couple.

"You got off easy!"

She turned and walked back to Fu Shiyan’s side, "Ayan, let’s go. It’s time to settle accounts for these five years."

Fu Shiyan draped his arm over her shoulder as they left.

Jinse Clubhouse, underground auction venue.

The boss and auctioneer Fuhai stood on the stage introducing the auction items; his left cheek was swollen badly, and it was especially painful every time he spoke.

He looked at Sheng Xing and others seated in the first row, fear evident in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Xing didn’t keep quiet as Tu Long had suggested but, upon discovering that the antiques were fakes, detained everyone present, suspecting everyone and not allowing anyone to leave under any pretext.

Forty minutes later, Sheng Xing returned with his men, carrying backpacks, and placed the antiques one by one on the auction table.

Fuhai’s heart sank at that moment, guessing that Tu Long was more likely doomed.

Seeing the auction items retrieved, everyone thought they could leave, but then Sheng Xing declared that the five antiques must be auctioned off tonight, or else no one could leave.

Because Fuhai spoke too much, he was brutally beaten.

He regretted accepting this job deeply; one dissatisfaction from the other party, and his life might be at risk.

These were not only tomb robbers but also desperados.

Fuhai introduced each of the five antiques, but no one was willing to bid.

Sheng Xing walked onto the stage with a smile. Fuhai quickly retreated.

Sheng Xing held the microphone and said, "These five pieces are from the late Western Han period, priceless treasures. To buy them is to earn; doesn’t that tempt anyone?"

The venue of one hundred and fifty people was completely silent, none willing to participate in this enforced sale.

Sheng Xing casually pointed at a corpulent old man, "I think the tiger-striped Yue-shaped jade pendant suits you, one billion."

The old man was very angry, "I don’t like it."

Sheng Xing pointed at the other four items, "Bronze Gilt Mountain-patterned Beast-Footed Vessel, Angular Jade Cup, Bronze Incense Burner, and Bronze Vermilion Bird Ring Cup. Choose one of these."

This was not a negotiation, but a demand that he must buy.

The old man huffed, "I don’t have money!"

Sheng Xing gestured toward Guo Bei with a nod of his chin, and Guo Bei walked over, hand in his pocket pressing against his waist, "Money or your life?"

The old man’s face turned pale instantly, but he didn’t believe that under the bright heavens, these people would kill someone.

He stiffened his neck, "Not buying!"

Guo Bei sneered and pulled the trigger right then.

Because of the silencer, the sound wasn’t loud, but the people around heard it.

Seeing the old man clutching his waist and collapsing onto the chair, blood oozing through his fingers, the venue erupted in chaos.

Sheng Xing smiled, "Everyone, calm down, the auction continues."

He casually pointed again, "I think this Bronze Gilt Mountain-patterned Beast-Footed Vessel for two billion suits you."

The middle-aged man saw Guo Bei walking towards him and hastily said, "I’ll buy it, I’ll buy!"

Sheng Xing nodded, "That’s more like it. Come, over here to swipe your card!"

The middle-aged man meekly went forward to swipe his card.

In this manner, all five relics were ’sold’.

Sheng Xing felt that after this auction, his career as a tomb robber had come to an end, so he demanded that each person in the venue pay two billion before they could leave.

Just as Sheng Xing’s account balance was increasing, a dark mass of people burst into the venue.

Guo Bei, sensing trouble, drew his gun and aimed it at Bi Zhan, the leader.

But before he could pull the trigger, his wrist was hit by Bi Chong.

All the buyers in the venue crouched on the ground, screaming in terror and shivering.

Meanwhile, the rest of Sheng Xing’s men began drawing their guns, but they weren’t as fast as Bi Zhan’s men, and soon they were subdued.

Sheng Xing glared fiercely at the approaching Bi Zhan and Bi Chong.

Remembering what he had done to An Yan, and seeing that glare, Bi Chong became furious.

He rushed forward and slapped him hard, "You old scumbag, daring to bully my sister, you’re asking for death!"

Sheng Xing frowned, "That street walker?"

Before Bi Chong could strike again, Bi Zhan also gave Sheng Xing a forceful slap, "Indeed asking for death!"

Sheng Xing, not expecting a street walker to have such backing, said, "How much money do you want? I’ll compensate you. You just want money, right!"

Bi Chong continued slapping him, "Your bits of money aren’t enough to fill my teeth cracks! Who are you insulting!"

After that, regardless of what Sheng Xing said, Bi Chong and Bi Zhan kept slapping him.

Sheng Xing realized then, this was just picking a fight, as they only targeted his left cheek.

At that moment, a woman’s voice came from the entrance.

"Dad!"

Sheng Xing’s eyes widened in terror, "Don’t come over, run!"

Sheng Yu finally had someone sensible notice the anomaly at the door of the room and had rescued her.

She thought of seeking revenge with Sheng Xing, only to find herself back in the tiger’s den.

She had just tried to run, but was quickly seized.

Sheng Yu cursed loudly at Bi Zhan and Bi Chong.

Bi Chong, with his fiery temper, immediately slapped her hard, "Like father, like daughter, all no good!"

Sheng Yu cursed, Bi Chong hit.

Eventually, Sheng Yu stopped speaking after being beaten.

The father and daughter, one had only the left cheek beaten, the other only the right, both exceedingly in disarray.

Sheng Xing looked toward Bi Zhan, "Who on earth are you guys?"

"My people!" A clear female voice rang out at the entrance.

The crowd naturally parted a way.

Fu Shiyan and An Yan walked into the venue, shoulder to shoulder.