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"Big brother, debts have owners, and if someone wants to kill you, you should find them. I'm just a passerby; killing me won't benefit you at all. Instead, you'll just gain more enemies," Hong Mao said to Chen Haoxuan.
Chen Haoxuan stopped in front of Hong Mao and sneered, "Oh really? Do you think those people will help you take revenge?"
"They will. Although I have no power in Pingyuan County, I know many big brothers. If you touch me, they won't let you off," Hong Mao said through gritted teeth. Now he could only threaten Chen Haoxuan with his friends.
"Do you think I'm afraid of them? To me, they're nothing. You call them big brothers; I see them as nothing more than a group of thugs who are doing a bit better than others. Compared to real big shots, they aren't even qualified to be someone's underlings," Chen Haoxuan replied coldly.
After saying this, Chen Haoxuan shook his right arm, and a sharp dagger slid out from his sleeve. Just as the dagger was about to leave his hand, he quickly gripped it tightly. He raised the dagger, and suddenly his hand moved rapidly. When he stopped, Hong Mao's eyebrows had been cleanly shaved off, and four characters were carved into his forehead: "I am a scoundrel."
At first, it felt numb and painless, but after a while, his forehead burned painfully. Hong Mao reached up to touch it and found his hand covered in blood. Trembling, he asked Chen Haoxuan, "What—what did you do to my forehead?"
"Oh, it's nothing much. I just carved 'I am a scoundrel' into your forehead," Chen Haoxuan replied with a cold smile.
"You—You!" Hong Mao pointed angrily at Chen Haoxuan. He wanted to curse him out but feared that if he did, Chen Haoxuan would kill him. This worry kept him from saying the foul words he wanted to express.
"Are you trying to curse me?" Chen Haoxuan said as he quickly grabbed Hong Mao's finger that was pointing at him with his left hand and pressed down hard. With a crack, Chen Haoxuan forcibly broke Hong Mao's finger.
"Ah—!" Hong Mao cried out in agony. As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart; having his finger broken like that made him wish he were dead.
"Send a message to Chen Haorong for me and tell him to be careful," Chen Haoxuan said coldly before turning to leave.
After Chen Haoxuan left, Hong Mao quickly ran downstairs. His finger was broken by Chen Haoxuan, and he needed to get to the hospital fast; otherwise, it would be too late for his finger.
That night, in Chen Family Village, one person was extremely anxious. His eyes had never left his phone; he seemed to be waiting for someone to call him. This person was Chen Haorong. He had been waiting since that morning, and now it was 10 PM, yet his phone had not rung. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He feared that Chen Haoxuan was still alive and even more worried that Chen Haoxuan knew he had hired the assassin.
He speculated that if Chen Haoxuan knew he was the one who hired the assassin, then he would be doomed because if he could afford to hire an assassin, so could Chen Haoxuan, and he could hire a more skilled assassin or even multiple assassins to kill him.
At 11 PM, Chen Haorong could no longer wait. He picked up his phone and dialed Hong Mao's number. As soon as the call connected, Chen Haorong anxiously asked, "Hong Mao, what’s going on?"
"Chen Haorong, you've messed with someone you shouldn't have. Zhao Jun has been crippled by Chen Haoxuan, and I almost died at his hands too. Luckily, he wanted me to convey a message to you. He wants me to tell you to take care of yourself," came Hong Mao's disheartened voice from the phone.
"What does that mean?" Chen Haorong asked nervously.
"Isn't it clear? It means he already knows you paid Zhao Jun to kill him. He wants to fight you to the end. I suggest you better run! You can't compete with Chen Haoxuan; he has money, and there will always be people willing to work for him," Hong Mao warned.
"Ah—." With a loud thud, Chen Haorong's phone fell to the ground; he was startled by Hong Mao's words.
"What should I do? What should I do? Do I really have to run?" Chen Haorong sat on the floor, talking to himself. He regretted not hiring a more capable assassin to kill Chen Haoxuan. Now it was a mess; not only had he failed to kill Chen Haoxuan, but he also lost a deposit of one hundred thousand Renminbi while Chen Haoxuan knew about his intentions.
Chen Haorong's family had not yet gone to sleep; like him, they were waiting for news of Chen Haoxuan's death. Li Xin couldn't wait any longer; she opened the door to Chen Haorong's room and was shocked to find him sitting on the floor with a vacant expression. "Haorong, what's wrong?" Li Xin rushed over and squatted beside him, asking with concern.
"I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm doomed..." Chen Haorong kept repeating those words.
"What do you mean you're doomed? Hurry up and tell me! Did Zhao Jun already kill Chen Haoxuan? Please tell me!" Li Xin urged as she pushed Chen Haorong anxiously.
Suddenly, Chen Haorong tightly grasped his mother's arms with an incredibly serious expression and said, "Mom, let's run away."
"What are you talking about escaping?" Li Xin was confused by Chen Haorong's words.
"Zhao Jun didn't kill Chen Haoxuan; instead, Chen Haoxuan incapacitated him. Even the person who was supposed to introduce me to a killer got beaten up by Chen Haoxuan and almost died at his hands. Chen Haoxuan told him to pass on a message to me, warning me to take care of myself. He definitely wants to kill me, we need to escape! If we don't leave now, we will surely die," Chen Haorong said fearfully.
"Ah—Chen Haoxuan is not dead? And he took down Zhao Jun? Didn't you say that Zhao Jun was very powerful? Didn't you say he was armed? How could he fail?" Li Xin asked in surprise.
"I don't know about that. Let's not worry about it; we need to pack our things and escape! If we don't hurry, it will really be too late," Chen Haorong urged anxiously.
Watching Chen Haorong pack his clothes, Li Xin spoke up, "Stop packing. Don't worry; he won't kill you because no matter what, you are still his brother."
"Come on! I never considered him my brother, and you certainly don't see him as your son. He has no feelings for us—only hatred. I'm preparing to escape; whether you all follow is up to you," Chen Haorong replied.
Li Xin quickly ran outside and urgently told Chen Zhenghao and Fang Zhiyu, "Chen Haoxuan is not dead. He already knows we want to kill him, and Haorong wants to run away. You two should go persuade him."
"What did you say? Chen Haoxuan is not dead? Damn it, how can he be so tough? Even hired killers can't take him down," Chen Zhenghao said angrily, slamming his fist on the tea table.
"Well, now we know! Does he dare to kill us?" Fang Zhiyu replied coldly.
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