Chapter 34: The Demon Lord Descends!

The assets usurped by the Sakura Club from the Xiao family are worth no less than one billion. Over the past five years, the annual output value and profits have reached nearly one hundred million. Yet, Sun Guixing is only willing to offer a settlement of five hundred thousand.

"What, you're not satisfied? Let me tell you, don't be too greedy!"

Sun Guixing sensed the mockery in Duan Lingxiao's laughter, and his inner fury flared instantly. Damn it! He is now the president of the Sakura Club, a prominent figure who rubs shoulders with the vice president of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce. To be mocked by a mere brat? If he weren't wary of Duan Lingxiao, he would have long since ordered his men to break the boy's legs and teach him a painful lesson.

"I am quite satisfied, but I didn't come here for money today," Duan Lingxiao said with a smile.

"Oh?" Sun Guixing breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed this guy was just a paper tiger, cowardly and afraid to act now that he knew people from the Japanese Chamber of Commerce were present. As expected, the Xiao family had become social pariahs, and anyone willing to stand up for them couldn't possibly be a major player.

"Then why aren't you getting lost? I'm dining with two vice presidents today and have no time to deal with—"

Before Sun Guixing could finish his sentence, a blur passed before his eyes. Duan Lingxiao was already standing right in front of him.

"I didn't come for money today."

"I came for your life!"

*Bang!*

Duan Lingxiao struck with his palm, slamming Sun Guixing face-first onto the ground. Then, he stepped down onto Sun Guixing's right shoulder.

*Crunch. Crunch.*

Duan Lingxiao crushed Sun Guixing’s arm, snapping it under his foot. At the junction of the shoulder, white bone fragments protruded, and the shredded muscle and sinew were clearly visible. Blood sprayed out in a violent, surging torrent. The intense, agonizing pain could not mask the profound shock on his face. His shrill, piercing screams were accompanied by raw, absolute terror in his eyes. He had never imagined that Duan Lingxiao would dare to make a move, let alone act with such brutal, savage cruelty—like a ferocious tiger unleashed, rampaging and killing.

"Damn! Damn you! The pain is killing me! You bastard, you actually dared to crush my arm! Mr. Kiyohara, Mr. Tsunoda, strike now! Help me kill this piece of trash!"

Sun Guixing’s screams and his cries of extreme hatred echoed through the air, assaulting everyone's eardrums. Outside the entrance of the Sakura Club, the passersby were all distinguished scholars or wealthy merchants with prominent backgrounds. Now, seeing Sun Guixing’s arm completely crushed, with fresh red bone fragments mixed into the spraying blood, everyone turned pale. Sun Guixing was an ordinary man; having his arm crushed like this was an act of extreme torture. Several beautiful women accompanying the wealthy merchants could not help but retch at the sight of the mangled remains.

The security guards at the entrance of the Sakura Club stood stunned and aghast, clearly shocked by this sudden turn of events.

"You little bastard, you're looking for death! This is the Sakura Club, not the Lu family residence; it's not a place for you to run wild! Aaaah!" Cold sweat poured down Sun Guixing's forehead, his eyes bulging and bloodshot.

"The young master is truly ferocious!" Although it wasn't his first time witnessing Duan Lingxiao's methods, Zhao Heihu was still taken aback. He was like a demonic sovereign descended from the heavens, unrestrained and bloodthirsty. It was unexpected, making the display all the more terrifying and spine-chilling.

"You were nothing but a lowly dog. It was Xiao Longhu who gave you a means to survive and treated you with great kindness. And yet, look at you?"

"For the past five years, Xiao Mengxue has suffered endless humiliation. Have you ever visited her once? Have you provided even a shred of help?"

"What did you do instead?"

"Not only were you ungrateful and treacherous, but you also wantonly plundered the Xiao family's assets. Is this how you repay them?!" Duan Lingxiao stood over him, his foot pressed onto Sun Guixing's head like the Grim Reaper himself.

*Bang!*

Another stomp. This time, he crushed the other intact arm. *Snap.* The entire arm, along with its two bones, was reduced to a pulp of flesh and bone, as if it had been run over by a truck.

"Hiss—" Sun Guixing gritted his teeth, convulsing in agony.

"This is terrifying. Is this guy trying to turn President Sun into a human stick?" The wealthy elites and beauties on the street were all struck with profound shock. No matter how dirty the upper class might be behind the scenes, they often valued formalism and the pretense of kindness on the surface. They had never witnessed such brutal, horrific violence.

"Sun-san!"

"Baka! Stop at once! This is the Sakura Club, under the protection of our Japanese Chamber of Commerce! If you dare to kill people in the street so recklessly, you are courting death!" Tsunoda Koichi shouted in a furious, sharp tone.

Duan Lingxiao ignored him and stepped down again. *Snap.* This time, Sun Guixing's left leg was crushed.

"Aaaaaah!" Sun Guixing was on the verge of fainting from the pain, but Duan Lingxiao drove a silver needle into his *Tianzhong* acupoint. Even the most intense pain would not cause him to black out. Moreover, the needle amplified his perception of pain more than tenfold.

"You Chinese bastard, you dare to ignore me!" Tsunoda Koichi, enraged, threw a punch. A massive wave of energy erupted, surging toward Duan Lingxiao.

"Get out!" Duan Lingxiao roared. His voice was like a thunderclap, a wild dragon screaming from the heavens. In an instant, Tsunoda Koichi was struck as if by lightning. He staggered back five or six steps before he could steady himself.

"How is this possible!" Tsunoda Koichi's heart trembled, his expression shifting wildly. He was a high-ranking Japanese warrior and the vice president of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce stationed in Jiangnan City. His martial prowess was undoubtedly in the top ten in the city. Yet, he couldn't even withstand the aura released by Duan Lingxiao's single shout. This was simply inconceivable! He was a master who ranked on the elite warrior lists back in Japan, respected in his homeland and dominant in China. To be unable to withstand the opponent's aura was a supreme humiliation.

"Since when did China have such a young powerhouse? Impossible! This defies logic! Even the top ten young prodigies of Japan are likely no match for him." Tsunoda Koichi's face darkened, his thoughts a chaotic storm.

Duan Lingxiao turned his attention back to Sun Guixing. "One last stomp to grant you the body of a human stick!"

Duan Lingxiao crushed Sun Guixing's final intact leg. Blood splattered everywhere. A pool of blood formed around Sun Guixing—crimson, blinding, and pungent. Having lost all four limbs, he had become a human torso. The intense pain caused his muscles to spasm uncontrollably. Because he had no limbs, he writhed like a maggot in a brazier. He wanted to die, but he couldn't. Under the stimulation of the needle in his acupoint, the pain he perceived was beyond the imagination of any normal person.

"Young Master Ling, Master Duan, it was my fault. I shouldn't have been ungrateful, I shouldn't have been treacherous, I shouldn't have betrayed my benefactors! Just kill me, I want to die, I want to die, ahhh..."

"Please, let me die!"

"It was the Japanese Chamber of Commerce that made me seize the Xiao family's assets. They want to control the Chinese market. They are using the Xiao family's businesses as a front for black-market industries like illegal organ transplants and sales, even shipping organs abroad through special channels!"

Sun Guixing suffered a complete mental breakdown, his voice desperate and wretched. He spilled everything, confessing secrets that were truly chilling and shocking to all who heard them.