Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 640: Break His Dog’s Legs

Old Chen listened to his words and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He said, "Young Master, rest assured. I’ll be very careful when I act. Since you’ve asked me to break his left leg, I guarantee I won’t kill him. Even if I accidentally kill him, I will never implicate you and the Young Madam."

Old Chen was quite laid-back about it.

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to start.

Lu Yan seemed to recall the brutal beating outside the Guan Family gate and instinctively shrank his body. His earlier arrogance vanished in an instant, and he squirmed on the ground, shouting, "Cousin, save me!"

"Cousin, they’ll really kill me!"

Lu Yan’s snot and tears were streaming down as he crawled toward Lu Yingxue.

But Old Chen quickly dragged him back.

Old Chen said, "Young Madam, it’s better if you keep a distance. When I start, it’s hard to avoid some bloodshed. You definitely don’t want this bastard’s blood staining your clothes. You and the Young Master can watch from afar."

Qiao Xi nodded.

She trusted Old Chen’s sense of proportion; he wouldn’t take anyone’s life.

Huo Xingzhou was genuinely furious. She reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve, saying, "Old Chen wants us to move away."

"Hmm."

Huo Xingzhou reversed his hand and held hers tightly, their fingers interlocked.

They walked down the steps.

Lu Yingxue glared at them with a cold face and angrily asked, "This is illegal! No matter what, Lu Yan is part of the Lu Family. Even if he tried something just now, he didn’t succeed. Do you really have to escalate this to cause a death?"

Qiao Xi refused to back down, looking straight at her and saying, "So Lu Miss does know the law, huh? I always thought human lives to you were just pawns on a chessboard. You’re aware of the grudge between me and Lu Yan, yet you didn’t separate us and instead arranged for us to sit at the same table. Did you already predict he might try to harm me?"

"There’s one more thing I’d like to clarify."

Qiao Xi sneered, "Does Lu Miss always use sharp arrows for post-meal games? Aren’t you afraid of hurting your guests? If not, then how did Lu Yan get his hands on such arrows?"

"I..."

Lu Yingxue found herself unable to respond to either question; any answer would just make it worse.

Besides, she did harbor such thoughts.

"But you can’t just break Lu Yan’s leg!"

Lu Yingxue felt furious—what Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou were doing was a direct slap to her face. Breaking Lu Yan’s leg right in front of her was utterly unforgivable!

She turned to Zhong Yi, hoping he’d say something in her defense.

"Zhong Yi, you and I are in an alliance. Lu Yan is technically your cousin too. Are you really going to let them act so recklessly in the Zhong Family? A housewarming banquet is meant to be a joyous occasion; how can there be bloodshed?" Lu Yingxue frowned deeply, her jealousy and resentment almost spilling out.

"Lu Yan deserved some suffering; breaking one leg is already lenient. If you’re dissatisfied, then call the police," Zhong Yi replied casually.

He looked at Lu Yingxue, with little warmth in his eyes.

Lu Yingxue was dumbfounded by his response. Her neck turned red with anger, but she had no outlet for her frustration.

She couldn’t call the police!

After all, Lu Yan was at fault here. If investigated, they’d be on the losing side.

She could only swallow this bitter pill.

Lu Yan’s screams echoed in her ears.

Old Chen didn’t act swiftly—instead, he chose to intimidate Lu Yan. Standing close, he stretched, his joints cracking loudly.

Lu Yan’s heart sank.

He swallowed hard; the dread of impending danger was the worst, truly torturous.

"Help!"

"Help! Somebody, where the hell are all the people? This is the Zhong Family estate!"

"Cousin! Young Master Zhong, save me! Qiao Xi, you vicious woman!"

Qiao Xi raised her eyebrows slightly. She wasn’t the one planning to break his leg, so why was he cursing her instead of Old Chen or Huo Xingzhou?

Lu Yan was truly someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong!

Old Chen casually grabbed a piece of fabric from somewhere and stuffed it into Lu Yan’s mouth, silencing his cries.

"Lu Young Master, do you want this quick or gentle?" Old Chen clenched his fist, laughing heartily.

Lu Yan shook his head, his pupils reflecting the approaching figure of Old Chen, filled with despair.

No bodyguards from the Zhong Family came to his rescue.

Even Lu Yingxue had stopped defending him and stood helplessly at a distance.

"Mmph..." He bit down on the foul-smelling cloth, unable to make a sound.

That dog of Huo Xingzhou had silenced him and still expected him to choose!

Lu Yan struggled to articulate, "Ge...Gentle..."

Old Chen heard the muffled plea and laughed, replying, "So Lu Young Master prefers gentleness. Alright, I’ll grant your wish."

Whether it’s quick or slow, Lu Young Master is really spineless! Choosing gentleness—everyone knows gentle torture is the most excruciating!

Old Chen struck Lu Yan’s left leg with a sharp cutting blow.

"Aah!"

Lu Yan screamed like a pig being slaughtered!

Old Chen consoled him, "Young Master Lu, don’t scream so miserably. Others might think I did something worse to you. Relax, I’m only breaking your left leg. After a few months, it’ll heal. It won’t be like your right leg, permanently crippled!"

Even when hitting someone, he had to humiliate them—it was infuriating.

Lu Yan let out heartbreaking wails that could make one’s teeth ache.

Standing off to the side, Huo Xingzhou furrowed his brow and said impatiently, "Old Chen, don’t waste time."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Hearing Huo Xingzhou’s urging, Old Chen stood up and slammed a heavy wheelchair down onto Lu Yan’s left leg.

Huo Xingzhou slowly reached out his hand to shield Qiao Xi’s eyes.

"Ahhh!"

A sharp scream pierced the skies.

The young elites dining in the banquet hall were alarmed, their faces filled with doubt and speculation.

Lu Yan was drenched in cold sweat from the pain and passed out immediately.

Old Chen nonchalantly left the scene.

Qiao Xi gently moved Huo Xingzhou’s hand away and said softly, "I can handle this kind of scene; in fact, it feels quite satisfying. After all, he’s an annoying pest. What he wanted was our lives, and in return, we’re only making him suffer temporary pain."

A broken leg can still heal.

But once a life is gone, there’s no second chance.

Lu Yingxue spoke coldly, "Because it’s not your pain, you speak so lightly!"

Qiao Xi lifted her eyes slightly to meet hers. "I’ve felt pain too, the kind that pierces the soul."

The night her grandmother died.

Her world had crumbled, and she only wanted to drag the culprit out, grind their bones into dust, and would even sell her soul for vengeance.

Did Lu Yingxue think that counted as pain?

The punishment was far too lenient.

"Qiao Xi, I hope you maintain this arrogance after joining the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association." Lu Yingxue finished her words and hurried downstairs. She commanded her bodyguards to quickly carry Lu Yan back into the villa.

When the young elites came out, they saw the pathetic, unconscious Lu Yan being carried inside, along with the retreating figures of Huo Xingzhou and the others.

They approached Zhong Yi, asking cautiously, "Young Master Zhong, what happened here? Was the Huo Family bullying Lu Yan and Miss Lu? If you’re unwilling to directly confront them, we can make a move..."

Zhong Yi glanced at them, his jade-like face full of coldness. "You’re all full from overeating?"

The crowd fell silent, realizing his mood was bad.

Zhong Yi’s gaze flickered slightly as he stared at Qiao Xi’s retreating figure.

She had truly changed a lot.

Who knew how much hardship she had endured.

He exhaled slowly, pulling out his vibrating phone from his suit pocket.

His pupils constricted slightly upon reading the contents of the message.