CHAPTER 170: CHAPTER 170: HAN HU TAKES REVENGE FOR BLOOD FEUD

"This relentless bitch, what on earth does she want?!" Yin Huanjiang cursed.

Back then, he had thought Qin Jinhai was tired of Fu Bing, and he hadn’t hesitated to badmouth Fu Bing in front of Qin Jinhai.

He had done it often in public, too.

How much of that badmouthing actually reached Fu Bing’s ears? Women are always so vindictive!

Lun Shaochen shook his head. "It’s best to avoid Wu Shipyard for a while. You don’t want us to be humiliated like Wei Dong, do you?"

Thinking of Wei Dong’s fate, Yin Huanjiang felt a wave of fear.

If he were Wei Dong, he would never be able to hold his head high again.

The drug’s effects on Wei Dong hadn’t worn off, and his body burned with a high fever that wouldn’t subside.

The Wei Family had found women for him, and after a night of torment, he gradually calmed down.

When the fever subsided, Wei Dong was like a shell of a man.

Within just two days, he had lost so much weight that his cheeks were sunken.

Old Master Wei, watching his cherished grandson in this state, looked as if his eyes could spit fire.

"Wu Shipyard, you just wait!"

Wei Guoqiang said helplessly, "Wu Shipyard has deeply entrenched roots and a broad network of interests; it won’t be easy to take action against them."

"You think the wealthy elite will just watch him pull off his reckless acts?" Old Master Wei’s drooping upper eyelids formed triangular slits, giving him a menacing gaze. Sinister, ruthless.

"Whether Qin Jinhai is truly dead or feigning death, it only shows one thing: he’s not in a position to act openly. Fu Bing has her cunning, but she can’t control Wu Shipyard. Even if she could, she would be wary of impacting her legitimate businesses. Besides, whether or not Fu Bing instructed Wu Shipyard is irrelevant now. Right now, Fu Bing is the perfect target; you can’t go wrong by making an example of her."

Wei Guoqiang nodded in agreement after hearing this.

How had he not thought of this?

「While the Wei Family was busy scheming against Fu Bing.」

Yin Huanjiang and Lun Shaochen also encountered one mishap after another.

Yin Huanjiang, while driving over the kilometer-long bridge, plunged into Jiangcheng’s Mother River, car and all.

When he was fished out, he was no longer breathing.

Lun Shaochen, on the other hand, went to a hotel with a woman he had just met. The two were getting intimate in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the view.

The massive floor-to-ceiling window detached completely, and they fell from the 23rd floor along with the huge pane of glass, killed instantly.

The hotel where the accident occurred happened to be one owned by the Lun Family.

A series of incidents like this couldn’t be a coincidence.

The elite of Jiangcheng were in a state of panic.

The Wei Family, originally intent on revenge, were also frightened by this series of events.

At least... Wei Dong was still alive...

Old Master Wei sat in his study all night long.

When he came out, he looked several years older.

"This vendetta, I’m not pursuing it anymore!"

Wei Dong was the lifeblood of the Wei Family; without him, the Wei Family would be finished.

No one else in the Wei Family dared to contradict him, obediently following his arrangements.

But who could truly eradicate the seed of hatred from their hearts?

Naturally, Fu Bing had also heard about these events. On the night of Lun Shaochen’s fall, she went to Wu Shipyard.

She and Wu Shi mingled among the many guests.

On the stage, the lights suddenly blazed.

A woman in shackles was dragged onto the stage by several men.

The CLANKING of the chains was magnified, each sound striking at everyone’s heart.

Upon seeing the woman’s face clearly, Su He’s eyes widened abruptly.

Although the woman was so emaciated she was almost unrecognizable, her familiar bone structure made it clear she was Li Hua.

Her once voluptuous figure was gone, replaced by skin and bones.

"Now, auctioning item 003. One dollar, do as you please with her! To buy her freedom, one billion!"

The announcer’s crisp, cold voice echoed throughout the venue.

The expressions of everyone hidden behind their masks tightened.

They suddenly realized it wasn’t Fu Bing who had caused the recent troubles, but Han Hu!

Wei Dong, Yin Huanjiang, and Lun Shaochen had all assaulted Han Hu on this very stage.

And the instigator was Su He’s ex-wife—Li Hua!

Li Hua’s scar-covered hands clutched the chains.

Only this way could she lessen the suffocation around her neck.

She would not die; she didn’t want to die! Han Hu, that bitch who seduced another woman’s husband, isn’t dead. Why should I die?

A snow-white figure emerged from the darkness.

Pure white, yet spectral.

Amidst the noisy surroundings, this white figure seemed as pure as glacial ice from high mountains.

The woman’s figure was graceful and enchanting.

All eyes were drawn to her, eager to see her face.

Everyone was disappointed.

The woman’s face was covered with an ugly mask.

Han Hu stood quietly beside Li Hua, looking down at her condescendingly.

Fear and anger intertwined in Li Hua’s heart, reaching their peak in that instant.

She shrieked at the top of her voice.

"Han Hu! You’re Han Hu!"

"You think you can humiliate me?!"

"When I taught you a lesson back then, I was completely justified! You’re just a homewrecker, a mistress who destroyed someone else’s family! What right do you have to be dissatisfied?"

"Thinking of humiliating me, you wish!"

"You want to ensure I can never get revenge? You want me to live on in disgust, with a body defiled by beasts?!"

After Li Hua spoke, she sneered chillingly.

With strength from nowhere, she shook off the man holding the other end of the chain.

She ran wildly and leaped off the stage.

The stage, designed for optimal viewing, was ten meters high.

Below, a pit of upward-pointing blades awaited.

Like a butterfly, Li Hua’s body arced gracefully for a moment before plummeting resolutely towards the ground.

The sharp blades penetrated her body, her blood scalding hot.

From the crowd, a man ran out.

He rushed to Li Hua’s side.

His hands hovered, unsure how to lessen her pain.

His mask was secured firmly on his face.

Everyone had guessed his identity.

Su He’s hands trembled, not knowing what to do.

Li Hua looked into the eyes behind the mask.

The corner of her mouth curved in triumphant provocation.

"Su He, after tonight, my name will be forever locked with yours!"

Having said that, she closed her eyes forever.

Su He looked up at the pure white figure on the stage.

Her skirt seemed to merge with the red of the stage.

That red, as if nourished by blood, was so intense, so vivid.

Her own blood had also flowed here.

Han Hu turned to look at Su He.

Did she love this man? Probably. But the hatred was stronger. Back then, it was he who had laid a trap, leading her step by step down a path of no return. She hated him for always dangling that sliver of seemingly non-existent affection before her, making her willingly submit. Thinking back, this man was arrogant and condescending; he had seemed to give her so much. In reality, he had given her nothing. It had all been her own delusion.

Han Hu slowly approached Su He.

Su He stood up, glaring at the woman approaching him.

"Are you satisfied now? The people you wanted revenge against are either dead or disabled. What’s next? Are you going to kill me?"

Han Hu laughed softly. "Don’t you deserve to die?"

"I always considered our relationship to be merely that of a sponsor and his canary. Anything more was purely your own fantasy," Su He said coldly.

When he first believed Han Hu was dead, he had indeed felt some guilt and affection for her.

The precondition for that guilt and affection was that Han Hu was dead.

But now that Han Hu was alive and had caused him so much trouble, that flicker of pity and affection instantly turned to dust.

Vanished without a trace!