Chapter 8: Which Hand?

Seeing this, Qin Qinghan's already sullen face turned to fury. When that loathsome hand reached for her, she stood up and threw her drink in Jin Bao's face.

Having failed to take advantage and now drenched in wine, Jin Bao flew into a rage. He stood up, cursing, "You bitch, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink! You're nothing but a slut who was raped!"

Qin Qinghan's chest heaved with anger. "Mr. Jin, I'm here to discuss business. It seems we won't be working together."

With that, she turned and walked towards the door.

"You think you can leave? Once you step through that door, you get on that bed," Jin Bao sneered, his 200-pound body lunging at Qin Qinghan.

Terrified, Qin Qinghan regretted coming here. She shoved a chair at Jin Bao, tripping him and sending him crashing to the floor.

Seizing the opportunity, she ran for the door, but her high heel was grabbed by Jin Bao.

"You bitch, you won't escape me. No one has ever escaped Jin Bao's grasp," he snarled, holding her heel and reaching for her leg with his right hand.

Seeing this, Qin Qinghan lifted her right foot and stomped hard on Jin Bao's hand, her stiletto piercing his flesh, causing blood to gush out.

"Ah... damn it!"

Jin Bao recoiled, releasing his grip on her heel. Qin Qinghan ran for the door.

Just as she reached it, it was violently pushed open. Five or six thugs with fierce expressions stormed in, shutting and locking the door behind them.

"Damn it, strip her and tie her to the bed!" Jin Bao roared as he got up.

Despairing, Qin Qinghan backed into a corner, hugging herself tightly.

The thugs grinned lecherously and advanced on her.

Qin Qinghan screamed and shut her eyes in hopelessness.

Suddenly, a loud crash resounded through the room.

The door flew across the room, knocking one of the thugs to the ground.

Everyone was stunned, including Jin Bao, who looked towards the entrance with anger.

A man in camouflage, at least 6'1" and powerfully built, walked in.

His face was as cold as a feral wolf's, making the thugs shiver as they met his gaze.

Qin Qinghan, on the brink of despair, felt a glimmer of hope and opened her eyes.

"It's him..." She felt a wave of emotion, her tearful eyes fixed on the tall figure at the door.

It was Ye Fengwu, who, knowing how treacherous people could be, had not been able to let Qin Qinghan come to Fenghao Engineering alone.

"Whoever dares to touch my woman will pay dearly," Ye Fengwu said coldly, his voice filled with murderous intent.

Jin Bao, enraged, shouted at his thugs, "Kill him! Bury him at the construction site."

Killing meant nothing to Jin Bao, who had numerous murders under his belt.

At his command, the thugs charged at Ye Fengwu.

With a single side kick, Ye Fengwu's heavy boot sent one thug flying three meters into a wall, creating a huge dent.

He stepped forward, punching another thug in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall, unconscious.

Ye Fengwu's moves were ruthless and precise, each strike targeting vital points without mercy.

In just two seconds, all five thugs were down, each felled by a single blow, none retaining consciousness.

Qin Qinghan had seen Ye Fengwu's violent prowess before, but it was Jin Bao's first encounter with someone so formidable.

However, as a minor underworld boss, Jin Bao quickly masked his fear. "Hey, great skills! Join me and you'll never want for money or women."

"Which hand?"

Ye Fengwu's voice was icy as he approached Jin Bao.

"What?" Jin Bao frowned, not understanding.

"Which hand touched my wife?" Ye Fengwu repeated, his voice colder.

Jin Bao's face darkened. "Hey, buddy..."

Before he could finish, Ye Fengwu was already in front of him, his hand on Jin Bao's head.

With a resounding crash, Jin Bao's face met the sturdy mahogany table, instantly staining it with blood.

Ye Fengwu lifted Jin Bao by the neck with one hand, effortlessly hoisting his 200-pound body off the ground.

"Not talking? Fine, I'll break all your limbs," Ye Fengwu said coldly.

"No, no, wait! I didn't even touch her, I swear!" Jin Bao pleaded, his earlier bravado gone.

Ye Fengwu repeated, "Which hand?"

Desperate, Jin Bao extended his left hand. "This... this one."

Snap!

Ye Fengwu twisted Jin Bao's left hand with a sickening crack.

"Ahh!"

Jin Bao's scream filled the room as his arm bent unnaturally.

Qin Qinghan turned away in horror.

Snap!

Another scream followed as Ye Fengwu twisted Jin Bao's right arm.

Ye Fengwu dropped Jin Bao to the floor, where he writhed in agony, his arms limp like noodles.

Ye Fengwu didn't stop. He raised his foot to crush Jin Bao's left leg.

"Stop! He didn't touch me, he just scared me," Qin Qinghan cried out, not wanting Ye Fengwu to continue his violence. Fenghao Engineering was a powerful entity, and Jin Bao was just a small pawn.

She didn't want Ye Fengwu to make enemies with Fenghao Engineering for her sake.

Snap!

Her words didn't deter Ye Fengwu, who stomped down harder, shattering Jin Bao's leg.

Qin Qinghan's face turned pale. "Enough! He didn't touch me, none of them did."

"Shut up," Ye Fengwu snapped, turning to her with a terrifying, red-eyed glare.

"Ah!"

Frightened, Qin Qinghan screamed, her courage failing her.