"President Cheng, your son is in my hands. If you want him to stay alive, hand over the money obediently. I don't want much, just that project of yours in West City."
As soon as she finished speaking, the entire place fell into a deathly silence. Lan Wanting and Jiang Su looked at Su Ci with shocked and strange expressions; this speech was too much like a hardened bandit's to be an act.
Especially Lan Wanting.
Initially, her suggestion was merely to take a plot or two of land from the Cheng Family to build the company, but as soon as Su Ci opened her mouth, she demanded an entire project from the Cheng Family.
This was something she wouldn't even dare to dream of.
One had to know that it represented more than half of the Cheng Family's assets. The Cheng Family weren't fools; how could they give up half their assets for the sake of a profligate son?
Furthermore, real estate developments were contracted from the government. Taking them all over wasn't something that could be done just by talking or signing a contract.
"Hahaha, little girl, are you playing bondage play with A-Ming and bringing it to me? You should know that the West City project is worth billions. Why don't you come to my room tonight so we can discuss this multi-billion dollar transaction in detail?"
Su Ci didn't take Cheng Mingliang's frivolous and debauched words to heart; he would have his share of suffering later. "It seems President Cheng doesn't take my words seriously. It's fine; first, let's let you see your son's current condition, then we can sit down and chat slowly."
As she spoke, Su Ci switched the communication to video.
Before Cheng Mingliang could see Su Ci's appearance clearly, he saw his yellow-haired son, Cheng Yang, with his feet off the ground.
"Sister Su, first cripple one of his arms so President Cheng can see clearly whether we are playing around here or not."
At Su Ci's call, Jiang Su's other hand quickly gripped Cheng Yang's left hand and gave it a forceful wrench. A crisp sound of bone snapping could be heard.
Su Ci knew that this simple movement contained the special techniques of a Hidden Jin Ancient Martial Artist, which involved injecting Internal Strength into the opponent's body through physical contact to destroy their physical structure and Meridians.
A normal person hit by such a move would be crippled at best and dead at worst, while an Ancient Martial Artist could resist it with their own Internal Strength. Although they wouldn't be crippled, it would still form a hidden injury, and if not treated in time, it would hinder their path of cultivation.
To prevent the hospital from reattaching it, Jiang Su directly gave Cheng Yang a free lifetime gift package of a comminuted fracture. Without a total amputation, he would be doomed.
Naturally, Cheng Yang's reaction was more direct: "Ah!!! Dad, save me, save me!"
He let out a heart-wrenching howl that seemed to pierce the ceiling, as cold sweat broke out across his skin like rain.
As the one being punished, he could clearly feel that his left hand had escaped the control of his consciousness.
He looked at his limp arm; his left hand no longer belonged to him.
Hearing Cheng Yang's genuine screams and pleas for help with his own ears made Cheng Mingliang profoundly realize that Su Ci and the others were serious. His expression darkened: "What exactly do you want?"
"What do we want? Your son provoked us first; we just want a little compensation for mental distress."
The veins on Cheng Mingliang's forehead throbbed. A four-billion-dollar project was being called 'a little compensation for mental distress'.
Su Ci's goal was clear. Even though he knew the temperament of his worthless son, rather than Cheng Yang provoking Su Ci, he believed it was more likely a setup intentionally orchestrated by some competitor.
And this competitor's IQ wasn't exactly high, choosing to target Cheng Yang, whom he valued the least.
His eyes narrowed, and unexpectedly, he actually agreed readily: "Fine! I agree. Pick a location, and I will personally bring the contract over."
"Then I'll wait for you at the entrance of the Tianhong International Mall."
Su Ci also decisively gave the address and then hung up the phone.
Lan Wanting felt that Cheng Mingliang had agreed too easily. She asked cautiously, "He agreed so quickly, could there be a catch? Should we notify Miss Qin first?"
"What's there to fear? As long as Cheng Mingliang comes in person, this project will definitely be ours."
Anyone with eyes could see there was a trick involved.
But what did that matter? She had Sister Su, a Hidden Jin Ancient Martial Artist, by her side, and she had a gun. Su Ci didn't believe the Cheng Family's power and strength could do anything to her.
"However, we should still tell Miss Qin about this! Merits are accumulated bit by bit."
Upon receiving Su Ci's instruction, Lan Wanting walked to the side to call Qin Shiyao.
Su Ci turned her head to look at the sweating Cheng Yang. His eyes were filled with venom, as if he wanted to devour her. "What are you looking at? Don't you know your eyes are very impolite? Who told your father not to believe what I said! But now you have no more value. Sister Su!"
"How should I handle him, Miss?"
"If there are some things he doesn't want, then destroy them."
Jiang Su understood perfectly and grabbed Cheng Yang by the collar, dragging him toward the fitting room.
Cheng Yang had a bad premonition and shouted loudly, "What are you going to do? I'm the second young master of the Cheng Family! If anything happens to me, the Cheng Family will never let you off!"
The fitting room door closed, and after a moment, Cheng Yang's increasingly shrill screams drifted out.
"As for you..."
Su Ci looked at the woman who was trembling and didn't dare to make a sound.
The woman's heart tightened in fear. Su Ci didn't even care about Cheng Yang; she couldn't imagine how Su Ci would deal with her. Her body shuddered, and a patch of warm liquid flowed onto the floor.
Ignoring her current state, she lunged toward Su Ci's legs: "It was my lack of eyes that caused me to offend the three of you. Please spare me this once."
"I have seventy-year-old grandparents to support for the civil service exam, forty-year-old parents to drop off and pick up from school, and a sixteen-year-old brother to provide for in his old age... no, no... anyway... anyway, the whole family is counting on me alone to earn money and support them. I beg for your great mercy to let me go this once. Next time... no... there definitely won't be a next time."
Panic had already clouded the woman's mind, making her words somewhat incoherent.
Su Ci pinched her nose and dodged with a look of utter disgust. The woman lunged into empty air. "Get out. I'll give you one day. From now on, I don't want to see you in Sea City."
Upon hearing this, the woman felt as if she had been granted a great pardon and scurried away.
At that moment, Lan Wanting finished her call. "You're just letting her go?"
She had thought Su Ci would deal with the woman the same way she had dealt with Cheng Yang!
Su Ci shrugged as she watched the woman's retreating back. "Cheng Yang was crippled by me today. The Cheng Family won't let her off either. Rather than doing it ourselves, it's better to let them tear each other apart."
Time passed bit by bit.
Qin Shiyao's speed was much faster than Cheng Mingliang's.
Regarding what happened in the mall, people from both security and the Patrol Department came to investigate the situation.
When the mall manager saw Lan Wanting and Cheng Yang, he knew this wasn't something he could get involved in, so he stopped interfering.
As for the Patrol Envoy from the Patrol Department, he stayed behind upon seeing Qin Shiyao.
Inside the maybach, Su Ci hung up a brief call. On the screen that hadn't yet turned off, there was a contact note saying 'Grandpa' in small characters.
Qin Shiyao sat in the passenger seat with a headset clipped to her collar.
Su Ci hadn't avoided them during her call. It took a long time for them to digest the fact that Su Ci came from the Su Family of the Capital. No wonder Wen Lingshan would say such things.
She turned her head to look at Su Ci. "What should we do next?"
Lan Wanting, who was tapping on a laptop keyboard, looked up for a moment before continuing to click her mouse and edit documents.
"Entrapment, of course!"