"Speak first, let us hear it, let’s see if what you say is right." Han Yi grabbed his collar and dragged him to the center of the warehouse with one hand.

"I... when I took the job, I didn’t know the guy at all, never even saw his real face. We only met twice, once to discuss the job, another time for him to pay me. The guy always wore a hat and a high-collared sweater to cover his face completely. He just told me to crash into a car at an intersection—the harder I hit, the more I’d get paid. He also said after the crash, just run; if I couldn’t escape, I should negotiate with the victim’s family, pay them a bit of money. He said he’d cover the compensation. Later I thought, if I negotiate well with the family, he would pay; if not, I could just spend a few years in jail. Getting out in two or three years is no big deal. I’d still have a lot of money left over, enough to make it worthwhile. So after thinking it through, I agreed. Ten grand, enough for me to live on for a lifetime."

"So you started running people over? Do you know this is intentional murder?" Han Yi frowned. If it weren’t for his self-control, he’d want to beat him up right now.

"Murder? Brothers, I...I don’t have much legal awareness. I just wanted to make some money."

"Huh, buddy, your way of making money is quite unique. I think this method is feasible too," Chen Haichang said. He called a subordinate over, "I’ll give you ten grand too. Later I’ll let this guy go, and you run someone over. I’ll handle the aftermath. People like him, good-for-nothings, their families probably see them as burdens. After the incident, there’s no need to run. Running is against the law. We’ll adopt a good attitude, admit our mistake, pay the family two or three thousand, and they will definitely be pleased."

"Boss, I’ll take this job. It’s a sure win without loss and thrilling," one of the subordinates said cooperatively.

Hearing this made the driver shudder. "No, no, I was wrong, brother. I know I was wrong. At least no one got hurt, right? Please give me a chance to change. I...I’m willing to give half of the money that guy gave me to you as compensation. I’m begging you, brothers, let me go."

"No need, I don’t lack money. You can keep this money to spend in the afterlife," Chen Haichang sneered.

"No, I don’t want to die, brother. I’m begging you. I have family to take care of. I’ll give you all the money, all of it. I don’t want it. I know I was wrong. Please, both of you, give me a chance to live." The driver was terrified and immediately knelt, kowtowing to Chen Haichang and Han Yi.

Han Yi couldn’t let him have any scars; he’d need him to show up publicly tomorrow. With a kick, he knocked him to the ground.

"There is a chance to live. It depends on how you behave."

When the driver heard they wouldn’t kill him, he quickly responded, "Brother, I’ll definitely behave well, definitely behave well. I’ll do whatever you tell me to."

"Yo, would you die if they told you to die?" Chen Haichang sneered, startling the driver into silence.

Han Yi looked at him and laughed, "No need to die. Keeping you alive depends on whether you cooperate when the time comes."

"Thank you, brother. Thank you, brother. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll listen to you," the driver nodded repeatedly, like a pecking chick.

Han Yi ignored the driver’s groveling and instructed, "If the police come looking for you again, just tell the truth."

"I..." Saying so would mean going to jail and getting no money.

"Heh, you can choose not to speak, of course. But once we find out, you’ll disappear from the world immediately. I always keep my word." Han Yi said, gripping the driver’s shoulder, much harder than he had gripped Ye Qing before.

The pain made the driver break into a cold sweat and shout instantly, repeatedly begging for mercy, "Brother, I’ll do as you say, I’ll do as you say."

Even if the driver had other thoughts, Han Yi’s grip obliterated them, deeply shaking him. How could someone who seemed so mild cause so much pain with just a squeeze? Is this even human? It was something he thought only existed on TV, but today he experienced it firsthand. The sensation was unbearable, realizing he had provoked such people. If things didn’t go well, there would be a price to pay. This thought sent a chill down his spine.

"Kid, we don’t like people who just talk. If you leave this place, or when you meet the police, or let a second person know about today’s events, your end will be the same as this dog’s."

Before the driver could recover, Chen Haichang somehow had a subordinate bring in a dog, which watched helplessly as the dog, after barking twice inside the shackles, was left lifeless.

Seeing the bloody, split-in-half dog made more than just his bones cold; he was numb with fear. Only after recovering from the shock did he realize he had been thrown out of the warehouse, left on a wide roadside.

Once he landed, the driver ran home, terrified, without caring about how he looked.

Chen Haichang, watching the driver’s state from inside his car, raised an eyebrow and said, "Did we scare him silly?"

"Would someone who dares to hit someone with a car be so cowardly?" It was certain that he wouldn’t speak out.

When Han Yi returned to the hospital, only Shen Qing and Lin Wan were left in the room.

He learned that Mei Shuping had taken the parents-in-law home.

"While you were gone, Dad said, when you return, you should go home," Lin Wan reminded him quickly.

"Hmm, okay, I know. Did you and Mom eat?"

"I just got the food, haven’t had a chance to eat yet. I’ll first take the meal to Lijuan. You won’t get home until late; maybe have a bit to fill your stomach first." Shen Qing, seeing her son with so many injuries still running around, was distressed.