Chapter 240 Caught In The Crosshairs



As Qin Feng spoke, Zhao Kun's gaze became sharper, and an overwhelming aura of killing intent emanated from him, pressing down on Director Zhang.

Thud~

Director Zhang couldn't withstand such a terrifying pressure, and he knelt down on the spot, trembling in fear, hastily saying, "I-I understand."

"Understand what?" Zhao Kun pressed.

Director Zhang's eyes filled with panic. He slapped himself in the face and trembled, "It's all my fault, I was blind and offended Miss Yang Mi!"

"I was wrong, I'll never dare again."

"Say it to Miss Yang," Zhao Kun said coldly.

As he spoke, his killing intent grew even more intense.

Director Zhang, trembling with fear, hurriedly came to Yang Mi, knelt down with a thud, and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Miss Yang, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I beg you, as a person of great magnanimity, please don't hold it against me."

"Please, spare me."

He was someone who had experienced the world and seen the dark side, and he was particularly impressed by Zhao Kun's gaze.

It was the gaze of a killer!

Moreover, the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Zhao Kun made him terrified.

He immediately realized that Zhao Kun must have actually killed someone to possess such an aura.

Therefore, in the face of Zhao Kun, he was terrified to the core and immediately apologized to Yang Mi, hoping to save his life.

Yang Mi watched this scene, dumbfounded and somewhat confused.

The renowned Director Zhang was actually kneeling in front of her like this?

Had the sun risen from the west?

"Director Zhang, who did you say you were going to blacklist?" Qin Feng said coldly.

Director Zhang's expression turned ugly upon hearing this, as if he had just eaten a dead fly.

He had mentioned the blacklist earlier to scare Yang Mi, and now Qin Feng was using those words against him, clearly slapping his face!

However, he didn't dare to argue with Qin Feng and Zhao Kun. He could only tremble and say, "Blacklist me, blacklist me."

"Miss Yang, will you forgive him?" Zhao Kun looked at Yang Mi with a respectful attitude.

"Miss Yang, with us here, you can do whatever you want. We'll support you, don't be afraid!" Qin Feng also spoke up.

Yang Mi was still somewhat bewildered, unsure of what to say.

At this moment, she felt as if she were in a dream, everything seemed so unreal.

The director who had directed several billion-dollar box office films was kneeling before her, begging for mercy.

The renowned Zhao family's War God, Zhao Kun, was asking for her opinion.

The rumored Prince Qin Feng was standing up for her.

Oh my, what is happening?

"It seems that Miss Yang Mi is still not satisfied."

Seeing Yang Mi's reaction, Zhao Kun thought she was dissatisfied. He immediately went to Jingshulan, who had a shocked expression and terrified eyes, and slapped her.

His force was incredibly strong, and with just one slap, Jingshulan was knocked to the ground, blood spurting from her mouth.

"You~" Jingshulan was furious after being slapped and immediately wanted to say something.

"You deserve it for being disrespectful to our Miss Yang!"

Zhao Kun looked down coldly at Jingshulan.

Jingshulan had originally wanted to say some harsh words, but after being stared at by Zhao Kun, she felt as if her heart had been stabbed by a sword, chilling and excruciating pain coursing through her heart.

She couldn't utter the words she had intended to say anymore.

A chill started at the top of her head and spread throughout her body.

This gaze was too terrifying!

She had witnessed this gaze on Cui Hong before!

When Cui Hong dealt with a subordinate who had embezzled his money, he had this gaze, and that subordinate died a miserable death!

Now Zhao Kun was using this gaze on her. Was he going to kill her?

Thinking of this, Jingshulan turned pale, her eyes filled with extreme terror, and she hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhao, I-I am Cui Hong's woman."

She was scared and brought up Cui Hong, hoping to control the situation and save her life.

"What did you say? Cui Hong's woman?" Zhao Kun's gaze turned cold upon hearing this.

There's a twist!

Jingshulan felt relieved, thinking she had subdued Zhao Kun. She immediately continued, "Yes, we are one of the Canton Four Great Kings, Cui Hong's women. If you lay a hand on me, Cui Hong will..."

Bang!

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhao Kun kicked her heavily in the face.

This kick left her disfigured, blood pouring from her mouth and nose. She tumbled seven to eight meters on the ground before finally stopping.

*Splutter~*

After coming to a stop, Jingshulan coughed up another mouthful of blood. Her face was burning with pain, her nose broken, and she could not even count how many teeth she had lost. She saw stars, her head buzzing, and couldn't get up for a while.

At this moment, she was even more bewildered.

What was happening?

Why did she end up getting even more severely injured after bringing up Cui Hong?

"Cui Hong's woman? Haha, I was just about to settle the score with Cui Hong. You think using Cui Hong against me would work? Cui Hong is nothing! Today, you had the misfortune of running into my gun." Zhao Kun's gaze turned icy, filled with anger.

Last night, Cui Hong sent many people to attack their Zhao family's properties and even launched an assault on Zhao family's village.

It was a declaration of war, an insult and provocation to their Zhao family!

Furthermore, Cui Hong's men happened to injure one of his brothers, enraging him to the core.

Last night, he wanted to settle the score with Cui Hong and tear him to pieces.

But Cui Hong managed to escape through a secret passage, leaving him boiling with rage and no outlet to vent it.

When Jingshulan mentioned Cui Hong at this moment, it ignited his explosion.

Zhao Kun walked over, grabbed Jingshulan by her hair, and threw her in front of Yang Mi, saying in a low voice, "Miss Yang, this wretch dared to treat you that way. Now, I hand her over to you for punishment."

"If you do not desire to see her, I guarantee she won't see the sun tomorrow!"

His words weren't heavy, but they're chilling, filled with an overwhelming murderous intent.