Chapter 062: The Frightening Sound of a Slap

Chapter 062: The Terrifying Slap

This small mountain village was not large, home to barely twenty households. Now, most had moved to the city, leaving only a handful remaining.

Chu Fei approached the village soundlessly. Then, like a phantom, he vanished. Had Xiao Mimi witnessed this, she would have screamed in terror, for Chu Fei truly disappeared into thin air, as if a ghost had slipped into invisibility.

Of course, Chu Fei wasn’t actually invisible; he was simply using the environment to conceal himself to the utmost. Unless one looked closely, it was almost impossible to notice him. This was a jungle warfare technique taught in the Chinese military, but in Chu Fei’s hands, it reached a near-divine level.

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At the farthest end of the village stood a dilapidated courtyard, three small rooms, utterly unremarkable.

“Brother Qiang, has the employer called yet?” A thin man emerged from the house and asked a middle-aged man in the courtyard.

“Not yet.” The middle-aged man glanced at the thin fellow and asked, “Has Ximen Lu woken up?”

“No, the third brother went too heavy with the drugs this time. The woman’s still unconscious.” The thin man grinned, sitting in front of the middle-aged man and taking a swig from a beer bottle.

“Good, better she stays out cold, less trouble that way.” The middle-aged man nodded.

“Brother Qiang, this woman’s really a beauty, huh? You think we should let the brothers have a go first…” The thin man’s words were cut short.

“You’d better not get any ideas about that woman. The employer made it clear, no touching her, at least not before we get paid—understand?” The middle-aged man’s voice was stern.

“I get it, Brother Qiang, don’t worry. It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s that damned third brother. You know his problem…” The thin man nodded. He was indeed tempted by Ximen Lu, but not so much as to lose his reason.

“Keep an eye on third brother for me. If anything goes wrong this time, don’t blame me for being harsh.” Brother Qiang snorted.

The thin man’s face paled, quickly forcing a smile. “Brother Qiang, you’re putting me in a tough spot. Me and third brother don’t get along, I can’t control him…”

“Forget it, I’ll go warn him myself.” The middle-aged man frowned, stood up, and before entering the house, turned back, “Don’t slack off. Watch the place carefully. This job is crucial—once we finish it and get paid, we’ll never have to live this rootless life again. Got it?”

“I understand, Brother Qiang. Don’t worry.” The thin man promised, his face showing obvious excitement and anticipation.

The middle-aged man said nothing more and strode into the room.

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Ximen Lu lay quietly on a crude wooden bed, motionless and still unconscious.

At the window stood a lecherous man, eyes greedily fixed on Ximen Lu, almost salivating.

It was no wonder—Ximen Lu was so alluring at this moment. Her clothes were modest, but her posture made her irresistible, enough to drive any man wild with desire.

“Damn, she’s gorgeous—” The lecherous man finally couldn’t resist, reaching out to caress Ximen Lu’s silk-stockinged leg, closing his eyes in delight.

Ximen Lu’s delicate body trembled slightly, but she remained unconscious.

“Third brother, what are you doing?” A low voice sounded from the doorway.

“Brother Qiang, how did you get in?” The lecherous man jumped, hastily withdrawing his hand and staring at the middle-aged man in surprise.

“If I’d come in any later, would you have pounced on her?” The middle-aged man’s gaze was cold as he strode in.

“Brother Qiang, this dame is too beautiful. I’ve never touched a woman like this in my life. Cut me a deal, I’ll take less pay if you let me.” The lecherous man chuckled.

“If you touch her again, I’ll cut your fingers off.” The middle-aged man stared coldly, ignoring the plea.

“Fine, you’re the boss. I won’t touch her.” The lecherous man pouted, not daring to push further.

The middle-aged man snorted, glanced at the still unconscious Ximen Lu, and sighed inwardly. She was indeed a temptress—no wonder the third brother was acting up. But he knew the situation well; this woman must not be touched, not until the money was in hand.

“Such a beauty, can only look, can’t touch—what torture!” The lecherous man’s gaze lingered on Ximen Lu, full of resentment.

“Hmph. If you can’t control yourself, I’ll cut it off for you so you can cool down.” The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and shot the lecherous man another cold look.

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“No, I was just joking…” The lecherous man’s face changed, fear evident. He was only complaining; he truly feared Brother Qiang, even respected him.

The middle-aged man snorted, turned to leave, but a voice suddenly came from the doorway.

“Well said. Your friend really should have his down below cut off to wake up.”

“Who?” The middle-aged man jerked his head up, seeing a young man at the door. His expression immediately grew wary.

“I am Chu Fei. Didn’t you ask me to come here? You don’t recognize me?” Chu Fei was surprised by their reaction.

“You’re Chu Fei?” The middle-aged man’s expression shifted, but quickly returned to normal.

“Yes, I am Chu Fei—” Chu Fei strode into the room as if the two men didn’t exist, heading straight for Ximen Lu’s bedside.

The middle-aged man and the lecherous fellow exchanged a glance, cold light flashing in their eyes. Almost simultaneously, they drew knives from their waists and lunged at Chu Fei.

From left and right, a perfect pincer move.

“Bang! Bang!” But before they reached Chu Fei, they were sent flying, slamming into the wall, then crashing to the ground, unable to rise.

Chu Fei didn’t pause, but went straight to the bed, carefully examining Ximen Lu before finally letting out a long sigh of relief. He turned back.

Now, the middle-aged man and the lecherous fellow stared at him in terror. In that instant, they had no idea how they’d been knocked away.

Too bizarre.

Was he even human?

“No, don’t come closer—” The lecherous man shrieked as Chu Fei approached, terror overwhelming him.

Chu Fei ignored him, going straight to Brother Qiang, coldly asking, “Who’s the mastermind? Speak!”

“Heh, you’re tough, but don’t think you’ll get anything from us. In this business, we have principles—we never betray our employer. Kill me if you want, it won’t help.” Brother Qiang was stubborn, sneering.

“Is that so?” Chu Fei arched a brow, then without a word, slapped Brother Qiang’s face.

The slap sent Brother Qiang’s head snapping back, crashing against the wall, blood instantly streaming down.

“How about now?” Chu Fei asked again.

“Forget it, I won’t talk.” Brother Qiang licked his lips, looking vicious, but still stubborn.

“Slap! Slap!” Chu Fei delivered two more slaps.

“How about now?” Chu Fei pressed.

“You’re dreaming—”

“Slap! Slap! Slap!” Chu Fei rained down more slaps.

After every few slaps, he asked again.

To his surprise, Brother Qiang was truly tough, his cheeks battered and bloody, but he still wouldn’t speak.

After a dozen slaps, Brother Qiang finally passed out, refusing to open his mouth.

“Damn, so fragile?” Chu Fei sighed in disappointment, turning to the lecherous man.

“No, don’t hit me! I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you!” Unlike Brother Qiang’s resilience, the lecherous man screamed in terror the moment Chu Fei looked at him—his voice shrill, almost in tears.

He was genuinely terrified, not just afraid, but deeply aggrieved—never in his life had he been so frightened by a slap. He never knew a slap could be so terrifying, watching someone battered unconscious.

Damn!

This young man wasn’t human—he was a demon.

“Good, you’re the smart one. If your boss were as clever as you, he wouldn’t have suffered.” Chu Fei grinned as he walked over.

“Yes, yes, what do you want to know? I’ll tell you everything!” The lecherous man was pale, trembling, his psychological defenses shattered.

“Who’s the mastermind?” Chu Fei asked bluntly.

“Liu Ping, chairman of Shenghe Group, Liu Ping.” The lecherous man answered instantly, as fast as he could, terrified Chu Fei would slap him.

The memory of Chu Fei’s slapping Brother Qiang was an indelible trauma—too terrifying.

“So it’s him.” Chu Fei frowned. He’d already suspected this. In Kun City, he hadn’t offended anyone except Liu Ping. But he was puzzled—Liu Ping’s bodyguard, Fang Tao, was a formidable fighter, yet Liu Ping hired these lowlifes? Was this a joke? Had Liu Ping lost his mind?

“Did Liu Ping want you to deal with me?” Chu Fei voiced his doubt.

“No, not you. Our task was to kidnap Ximen Lu and lure you to Kunshan. What happened after was none of our business—we don’t know…” The lecherous man answered carefully, honestly, like a schoolboy reporting to his teacher.

“Hmm!” Chu Fei nodded, satisfied. He didn’t believe Liu Ping would be foolish enough to send these punks after him—there must be other methods. Luring him to Kunshan was just the first step. Ximen Lu was merely bait.

With his questions answered, Chu Fei suddenly flashed a smile at the lecherous man.

The man’s hair stood on end, hastily asking, “You—you have more questions? I’ll tell you everything I know!”

“I have one last question.” Chu Fei smiled, gentle in appearance, but to the lecherous man, it was all the more chilling. He asked nervously, “Wh-what is it?” His voice trembled.

“Which hand did you use to touch Ximen Lu? Or was it both?” Chu Fei’s gaze locked onto the man’s hands, eyes narrowing.

“Huh?” The man’s face changed drastically.

“So both hands, then—” Chu Fei sighed, suddenly raising a cold flash in his hand—the knife taken from Brother Qiang.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night.

The lecherous man convulsed on the ground, arms raised, but his fingers were gone—Chu Fei had severed all ten in one motion.

“Bang—” Chu Fei stood and kicked, landing right on the man’s groin.

“Ugh—” The lecherous man passed out from the pain, his lower body ruined. No need for cutting—he would never touch another woman for the rest of his life.

“Damn, I wouldn’t even touch this woman, and you dare to? You must have a death wish.” Chu Fei snorted.

He then rose, as if nothing had happened, and went to the bedside, looking at the still unconscious Ximen Lu, a bitter smile on his lips. Luckily she was unconscious—otherwise, she’d have been scared half to death by what had just transpired.

But judging by her trembling lashes, she was about to wake.

Chu Fei didn’t immediately take Ximen Lu away; instead, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Chu Fei?” The call connected quickly, a puzzled male voice coming through amid noise.

“Blood Fox, didn’t you want to make waves in Kun City? I’m giving you an opportunity now…”

Chu Fei said calmly. Anyone who knew him would realize the curve of his lips held a chilling ruthlessness.

In this moment—

Chu Fei.

He was truly furious!

This time, he would strike first!