Chapter 532: Torturing Scum, Identity Revealed, and Si Fuqing l s Intimidation (3)

Chapter 532: Torturing Scum, Identity Revealed, and Si Fuqing l s Intimidation (3)

Translator: _Min_

She now understood that she and Si Fuqing were simply not from the same world.

Even if she remained a business genius, a commercial prodigy, even if she held control over a conglomerate worth tens of billions, she still couldn’t reach the level where Si Fuqing resided.T/his chapter is updat/ed by nov(ê(l)biin.c/o/m



Not even the Masters of Yin-Yang from the Fujisan family could stand against Si Fuqing, and yet she had foolishly harbored thoughts of competing with her.

From beginning to end, she was nothing but a clown.

Zuo Xianyu coughed up another mouthful of blood, her laugh tragic as she spoke, “Si Fuqing, you must be quite pleased with yourself, being so formidable and yet you never spoke of it, just waiting here for me, weren’t you?”

“Don’t vomit in front of me,” Si Fuqing replied indifferently. “I won’t kill you, but you can leave on your own.”

Zuo Xianyu continued to cough up blood, her vision blurring.

She had no idea that not just in this life, but in every life to follow, her luck would wane, leading to an early demise.

This was the price of her failure.

Si Fuqing didn’t pay Zuo Xianyu any further attention. She bent down, lifting both Fujisan Shinji and Fujisan Kotei with one hand, and dialed JI Xingzhi’s number with the other.



“Let me think...” JI Xingzhi tapped his forehead, “I believe it’s Fujisan Seiichi.”

“And his phone number?”



JI Xingzhi recited a series of numbers. “Big brother, what are you planning?

Si Fuqing dialed the number.

It was the main line of the Fujisan household, and the head of the Fujisan family picked up. Before he could ask, he heard a very neutral voice, cold as ice,

“Let Fujisan Seiichi take the call.”

“Who are you?” the head of the Fujisan family frowned. “The great elder isn’t someone you can just ask to see.”

If anyone could call and demand to see an elder of the Fujisan family, what prestige would they have left?

The great elder was nearby and frowned upon hearing this. “Who is it?”

“It’s nothing much, just wanted to ask you—” Si Fuqing began slowly, “have you forgotten about fifteen hundred years ago, when your Fujisan family served as slaves to the JI family, or perhaps six years ago, when three hundred of your Masters of Yin-Yang were left sleeping in the Eastern Ridge Sea as a lesson.”

“Or have you forgotten that within the territory of Great Xia, your Fujisan family is not allowed to set foot?”