Time was of the essence, and with Wang Guo's life hanging in the balance, Wang Zhe was frantic. "As long as your young master is willing to spare my son's life, my Wang family will agree to any condition."
Yuan Zhihong gave him a meaningful look. "Really, any condition? But I'm short on cash lately."
Wang Zhe gritted his teeth. "Five hundred million. I'm willing to pay five hundred million for my son's life."
Yuan Zhihong burst into laughter, then shook his head. "Five hundred million? Is your son only worth that much?"
Wang Zhe's brow furrowed, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "My entire Wang family's liquid assets are only five hundred million. There's no more."
Yuan Zhihong scoffed. "Don't you still have the entire Wang family's estate?"
Wang Zhe felt as if struck by lightning. So, he wanted the entire Wang family. It was clear then that Yin Jiajia was merely a pawn in the Yuan family's scheme to annex the Wang family.
Nothing was more important than his son's life. Wang Zhe sighed heavily, then called the bank, mortgaging the entire Wang family's assets across 105 properties to borrow two billion.
In less than half an hour, two billion in cash was presented before Yuan Zhihong. The butler stepped forward to count it.
Yuan Zhihong waved him off. "No need to count. Doesn't the Wang family head trust me? I doubt he'd dare."
With that, he pulled out his phone and dialed. "Release the person."
"What?! Dad, he slept with my woman!" Yuan Jie was furious.
He was unaware that this was all the scheming old fox Yuan Zhihong's doing; even Yuan Jie was kept in the dark.
Yuan Zhihong said coldly, "I'm only saying this once."
"Beep, beep, beep..." The call was hung up.
At that moment, Wang Guo had been beaten half to death, his limbs dislocated, barely clinging to life. If it had been two minutes later, he would have been gone.
Haiyuan Tieben said, "Young Master Jie, shall I finish him off now?"
Yuan Jie gritted his teeth. "Let him go!" He then turned and walked away without looking back.
"What?" Haiyuan Tieben thought he had misheard.
Yuan Jie roared, "I said, let him go!"
"Yes!" Haiyuan Tieben dared not disobey.
Yuan Jie paused, not turning back. "Wang Guo, you're lucky today. Don't let me see you again, or else, hmph!" He then stormed off.
Meanwhile, Ming Zhi Tian had already run one hundred thousand kilometers, from Miao Hai City to the desert and back to Miao Hai City, all within half an hour...
This was beyond extraordinary, a testament to Ming Zhi Tian's innate talent. He had reached the early stage of Small Heavenly Cycle.
He could now easily defeat Earth, Middle Earth, and High Earth realm martial artists. He returned to find Wang Guo already gone.
The service staff were cleaning up broken tables, chairs, sofas, and the bloodstains on the floor. He learned from the female manager that Wang Guo had been picked up by his family, so he was relieved and left.
Just as Ming Zhi Tian took his first step out, his legs gave out, his vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground.
It turned out that an old injury had flared up, coupled with the strenuous exercise of rushing to save someone, Ming Zhi Tian could no longer hold on.
He thought he was dead, only to be saved by a white-clothed maiden as beautiful as a celestial being.
When he woke up, he was in a private hospital room. He looked around, feeling a chill. He sat up abruptly. "Who are you?"
He looked at the white-clothed figure's back, her long black hair, and her perfectly sculpted profile, but Ming Zhi Tian felt a sense of unfamiliarity and instinctively asked.
The woman turned around, her face a picture of breathtaking beauty. "You're strange. Most patients' first word is 'water'."