Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1110 - 558: Filthy Tycoon (Part 2)

Sun Ningzhou, coughing up blood and pointing at Zheng Xiong’s nose, cursed furiously: "You useless piece of trash! Your subordinates are all worthless! Over ten people got knocked down, even the so-called underground black boxing third place was easily dealt with. You’re all useless!"

Zheng Xiong was scolded harshly but could only swallow his anger. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and kept apologizing to Sun Ningzhou, "Young Master Sun, I’m sorry, it was my oversight. Don’t worry, since this happened at Tianyuan Real Estate, I will definitely give you a satisfactory response."

However, Sun Ningzhou was not satisfied with this. He glared at Zheng Xiong with blood-shot eyes and growled, "I want this brat dead! I want him to die without a place to be buried! I want him to die in agony and despair!"

Zheng Xiong’s expression became grim. He understood what Sun Ningzhou meant, but now was a society governed by law, murder wasn’t child’s play. If discovered, he would be utterly finished.

Yet Sun Ningzhou gave Zheng Xiong no time to think. He threatened, "If you can’t take out this brat, when the Sun Clan’s people get here, I’ll kill him first, then get rid of you too!"

Faced with the threat from Sun Ningzhou and the Sun Clan’s looming presence, Zheng Xiong was cornered. He knew he had no choice left. If he didn’t want to be crushed by the Sun Clan, he could only obediently follow orders.

So, just as Zheng Xiong gritted his teeth and steeled his heart to let his subordinates act against Lin Beichen, he suddenly froze—he stared at Lin Beichen’s face, confirmed he hadn’t seen wrong, and trembled as if plunged into an ice cave.

This young man was actually Lin Beichen! The Soldier King who stirred storms abroad and returned to China! Even the four big families of Port City didn’t dare to offend him! How could he be here?

Fear surged like a tide in Zheng Xiong’s heart; his legs went weak, and with a "bang," he directly kneeled on the ground.

"Mr. Lin, this small person didn’t recognize Mount Tai and offended you, please forgive my sins!" Zheng Xiong, looking humble, kneeled on the ground like a little dog, crawled to Lin Beichen’s front and clung to his legs.

The people around were all dumbfounded by this scene. They stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, looking at Zheng Xiong, unable to believe their eyes and ears. Especially the female manager, who even gave herself a slap to check if she was dreaming.

With assets worth billions and holding Tianyuan Real Estate, Zheng Xiong actually kneeled to a young man around twenty? This was just too ridiculous! But the real absurdity was yet to come.

Sun Ningzhou was so enraged by this scene he was about to explode. He glared at Zheng Xiong with blood-shot eyes, shouting, "I told you to kill him, not to bow like a grandson! Get up and continue!" Yet Zheng Xiong didn’t intend to stand up, because he realized that while the Jiangdong Sun Clan was powerful, it was nothing compared to Mr. Lin’s background. If he dared to act against this man, the consequences would be worse than death. So he stood up abruptly, took an electric baton from his men, and amidst the dumbfounded expressions of the onlookers, went to Sun Ningzhou.

"Ahhhhhh!" The sound of surging electricity was accompanied by Sun Ningzhou’s screams.

Zheng Xiong used all his strength to smash the electric baton into Sun Ningzhou’s shoulder, and continued to beat him.

For a moment, Sun Ningzhou was beaten till blood and flesh flew, screaming continuously, like a lamb waiting for slaughter with no power to resist. While Zheng Xiong beat him, he shouted angrily, "Who gave you the courage to incite murder in public? Today I’ll show you what worse than death means!"

"Ahhhh!" Sun Ningzhou’s screams pierced the sky, like an animal shrouded in pain, while he shouted angrily at Zheng Xiong, struggling, "Zheng Xiong, you bastard, how dare you do this to me! Just wait, I’ll make you pay dearly!"

The crowd was terrified by the gruesome screams, faces pale, hands and feet cold, as if in a horrific nightmare. They watched the real estate tycoon of Port City, seemingly mad, not only kneeling but fighting Sun Ningzhou like a street thug, filled with astonishment.

Zheng Xiong’s face was filled with viciousness as he swung the electric baton again, smashing it down onto Sun Ningzhou’s thigh. With a "crack," the sound of bones breaking was clear, and Sun Ningzhou was in so much pain he almost fainted.

"Speak! Who gave you the guts? Is it the Sun Clan?" Zheng Xiong grabbed Sun Ningzhou’s hair, furiously interrogating him. He knew that since he’d offended Sun Ningzhou, he must thoroughly defeat him to avoid future consequences.

Under Zheng Xiong’s intimidation, Sun Ningzhou finally collapsed, roaring madly, "I’m the legitimate son of the Sun Clan, dare lay hands on me, my father and the entire Sun Group won’t spare you! Your family, friends, everyone connected to you will be implicated!"

However, Zheng Xiong was unmoved. He coldly pulled out a voice recorder and waved it before Sun Ningzhou. Sun Ningzhou’s mad curses abruptly stopped; he stared at the recorder, horrified.

Zheng Xiong walked to Lin Beichen, respectfully kneeling down, "Mr. Lin, under your protection, I’ve successfully obtained evidence of this guy’s crimes. How do you think this attempted murderer should be dealt with?" As he spoke, he held up the recorder in both hands.

A shocking silence fell upon the crowd, Wu Kuang and others stared wide-eyed at this scene, filled with awe. They initially thought Zheng Xiong and Sun Ningzhou’s conflict was ordinary, not expecting it to escalate so significantly. Moreover, judging by Zheng Xiong’s attitude towards Lin Beichen, it’s clear the young Mr. Lin was the true mastermind behind the scenes.

Lin Beichen glanced at Zheng Xiong lightly, accepted the recorder, and said, "You’ve done well, considering your timely discernment, I’ll spare you."

Zheng Xiong beamed with relief at these words, kowtowing several times in gratitude.

Then Lin Beichen went to Sun Ningzhou, single-handedly lifted him up.

Sun Ningzhou, now completely powerless to resist, let Lin Beichen manipulate him.

Lin Beichen slapped Sun Ningzhou twice on the face, coldly saying, "Rest assured, I won’t kill you. But your actions have seriously endangered others’ lives and property, so you must pay the price."

He continued, pulling over the bewildered Zhao Lili, "I think compensating her one million is a fair figure."

As these words fell, the crowd fell into stunned silence—a million?

That wasn’t a small number!

But Sun Ningzhou didn’t hesitate to agree, "Fine, as long as you let me go, I’m willing to give two million." His quick consent shocked everyone.

Lin Beichen internally cursed "rich dog," unexpectedly surprised by the man’s wealth.

Nevertheless, he composedly said, "Since you agreed so readily, I won’t hold back. However, our business isn’t over yet; you’ve tried to kill me repeatedly. If it weren’t for my skills, I’d be lying on the ground now."

"When you sleep at night, aren’t you worried that those you’ve harmed will come seeking revenge?" Lin Beichen’s tone abruptly shifted, "I’m planning to establish a Daoist Sect fund to atone for the deceased and help those in need. There’s still a three million gap; if you trust me, fill that gap. I guarantee you’ll sleep soundly afterward."

Sun Ningzhou’s face changed; he hadn’t expected Lin Beichen to make such a request.