Chapter Sixty-Two: Have You Fallen Into the Eye of Money?

“Compensate your mother? This is infuriating, truly infuriating to the point of death! The one cursing was Leng Tianhao—how could anyone bully others like this? He’d already injured his own nephew so grievously, severing all four tendons, and now he still dared demand compensation from the side that suffered the most? Even the most even-tempered person would be driven to the edge, ready to risk everything in a fit of rage!

‘Let’s not even mention Qing’er’s injuries. Of the people he brought, twelve are dead, and six have their hand and foot tendons severed. How do you want to settle that?’ Leng Tianhao laughed furiously, not noticing Lin Yang’s face turn cold at his previous words.

On the contrary, Tiger Girl Lin Qingcheng, standing beside Lin Yang, was watching the drama with a hint of glee, yet remained vigilant and ready to act at any moment. If Lin Yang couldn’t handle it, she’d step in without hesitation.

Those who didn’t know Lin Yang could never understand how seriously he took certain forbidden words. Insult him, harm him, bully him—he could endure it all. But if anyone involved his family in their grudges, he would never tolerate it. For every wrongdoing, there must be punishment.

‘I hate it most when people curse my family. You’ve angered me.’ Lin Yang’s voice was cold and grim, emerging from his throat.

Like a flash of lightning, a black shadow swept by. Lin Yang appeared at Leng Tianhao’s side, his movements as natural as breathing. The less observant didn’t even see him strike. There was no wound, no blood—only Leng Tianhao’s anguished scream and Lin Yang’s miraculous return to his original spot.

Everyone stared in confusion at the uncanny scene, even Leng Tianhao, who had suffered most, was dumbstruck with fear.

He looked down at his right wrist, the pain so excruciating he nearly fainted. His face was full of terror, and he muttered, ‘It’s you. You’re the one who broke Qing’er’s limbs.’

Having examined Leng Qing’s injuries, Leng Tianhao was certain. But his voice was weak, the pain almost overwhelming him.

After being so easily injured by his opponent, how could he dare act arrogantly, end up like his nephew—bedridden for life? He didn’t even dare imagine it. Reluctance began to emerge, and thoughts of compromise flashed through his mind.

‘Remember, don’t involve my family when you curse people, or there will be consequences.’ Lin Yang warned again, his expression shifting in a blink to a mischievous grin. ‘Five hundred thousand for the settlement. Any objections?’

‘Five hundred thousand? Damn it, wasn’t it four hundred thousand just now? And why should we compensate you?’ Leng Lang, unable to hold back any longer, interrupted angrily. His fury was no less than his second uncle’s.

If anyone in the family was closest to him, it was his big brother Leng Lang. Now his brother was nearly crippled, and this kid still pressed for compensation—this was beyond bullying! As he spoke, he reached for the pistol at his waist, his mind clouded by rage, disregarding all consequences—he meant to take Lin Yang’s life.

‘Lang, stop!’ Despite his dazed head, Leng Tianhao retained some sense and hurriedly stopped Leng Lang. If a direct family member were harmed, it would truly be a fight to the death. That was why, despite his anger, Leng Tianhao had held back.

‘Five hundred thousand? That’s too much,’ Leng Tianhao said, turning to the grinning Lin Yang. He longed to punch him but knew from their last few encounters he was no match. ‘Damn it, when did the Lin family produce such a freak?’ he fumed inwardly, never taking his eyes off Lin Yang.

‘Too much? Six hundred thousand,’ Lin Yang raised the price as if at an auction, never lowering, only raising.

This almost made Leng Tianhao explode with rage, but he didn’t argue further. ‘Fine. Six hundred thousand.’ He pulled two credit cards from his pocket and tossed them to Lin Yang.

Lin Yang inspected the two cards, skeptical. Was it really that precise? Ask for six hundred thousand and get six hundred thousand?

‘Four hundred thousand from the Construction Bank, two hundred thousand from the Commercial Bank, password 123456, not a cent short,’ Leng Tianhao declared, disgruntled. As Lin Yang pocketed the cards, Leng Tianhao pressed again, ‘We won’t pursue the deaths of twelve and injuries of six, but what about Qing’er’s account?’

Clearly, he didn’t intend to let it go. Upon hearing this, Lin Yang understood and shrugged, explaining with infuriating nonchalance, ‘Oh, the boy acted in self-defense. Injuries are inevitable, right? If you’re not satisfied, shall we settle this in military court?’

‘Military court?’ Leng Tianhao wavered. They were already in the wrong—breaking into a residence, attempting murder—those two charges alone were enough to ruin them, not to mention that the twenty or so men Leng Qing brought were all military personnel. If this went to military court, the Leng family would be in real trouble. Their rivals would seize the opportunity to suppress them, and the Leng family would be forced to swallow this bitter pill.

But to lose a prodigy like Leng Qing, to see him crippled for life—the Leng family couldn’t accept it!

‘Fine, fine, very well. Our Leng family admits defeat this time,’ Leng Tianhao spat, leading his people away.

With their influence, taking their people away was easy. Before Lin Yang came to demand an explanation, Leng Qing had already been moved to the family’s vehicle. Due to the severity of his injuries, he was still in a private ambulance seeking help.

The Leng family was powerful and had top-tier medical equipment and expert doctors. Yet, all five specialists who had just examined Leng Qing gave a grim, nearly hopeless verdict.

The Leng family genius Leng Qing was finished—he would spend his life bedridden, a cripple.

No wonder the Leng family wouldn’t give up—they probably didn’t care about the lives of a dozen subordinates.

Lin Yang was no fool; he saw all of this. If he let the Leng family go today, the Lin family would gain a mortal enemy—one who would stop at nothing. That was not what Lin Yang wanted.

Watching the Leng family about to leave, Lin Yang drawled, his voice just loud enough for all to hear, ‘I can heal Leng Qing’s injuries.’

A bombshell. For the despondent Leng family members, these words were like a starving man seeing a steamed bun.

No one believed Lin Yang would heal for free. Leng Tianhao immediately asked, ‘Say it. What’s your condition?’

‘Ha ha, Uncle, you’re smart. Negotiating with smart people is easy. My condition isn’t harsh—the medical fee is just very expensive,’ Lin Yang replied with a roguish grin, but to the Leng family, he was a devil, a merciless extortionist.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Leng Tianhao asked, ‘How much? Just say it.’

‘I’m making a loss here—three million, fixed price, not a cent less. If not, forget it. I’m very busy,’ Lin Yang said, feigning heartache, yet the number was enough to make anyone faint from anger.

Fine, Lin Yang admitted he was opening his lion’s mouth—very, very wide. To him, treating such injuries with the fourth blade of the Heavenly Spirit Thirteen Blades was trivial. But his medical skills were unique in the world, and as the saying goes, rarity commands a high price. So, shamelessly, he set his surgical fee at three million.

No, this was a special price just for the Leng family's troublemakers.

‘Three million? Why don’t you just rob us! Even a kidney or heart transplant doesn’t cost that much!’ Leng Lang nearly exploded, roaring with fury, his eyes full of murderous intent. He hated Lin Yang to the bone.

‘Too much? Then three and a half million. A cent less, no deal,’ Lin Yang raised the price again.

Seeing Leng Lang about to retort, Leng Tianhao slapped him, cutting him off. By now, he understood Lin Yang’s ways—say one word too many, and the price would go up to four million.

If only he knew Lin Yang had been planning to go straight to five million, he might have died from rage then and there.

‘Fine, three and a half million. But we don’t have that much cash on us right now. It will take time to gather. Could you treat Qing’er first?’ Leng Tianhao asked humbly, thoroughly defeated. He actually wanted treatment for his own right hand, but at these prices, he simply couldn’t afford it.

He’d wait until Leng Qing was healed, then discuss his own injuries. In fact, he still harbored doubts—what if Lin Yang was bluffing, just extorting them? Three and a half million wasn’t a small sum. If word reached the family elders, his branch would be in real trouble, perhaps even lose their chance to vie for the old man’s position, which was already hanging by a thread. That was why they were so anxious for outside help, even pushing Leng Nini into the fire as a sacrificial pawn.

‘No. Isn’t it pay first, treat later in hospitals?’ Lin Yang refused outright, reasoning, ‘If I treat him and you don’t pay, who am I supposed to argue with? No way, I won’t take that risk.’

‘You…’ Leng Lang, his face swollen, was left speechless. Lin Yang was truly his nemesis; he didn’t even have the courage to talk back now.

‘We have two and a half million on us. We can pay that as a deposit for treatment.’ After much effort, Leng Tianhao scraped together two and a half million and offered it.

‘No. Not a cent short,’ Lin Yang insisted, his eyes already fixed on the pile of bank cards. He was about to make a tidy sum—this extortion racket was certainly a lucrative trade.

Everyone watching came to the same conclusion: had Lin Yang fallen into a money pit? He’d just demanded four million one hundred thousand from their wallets. How many pancakes would you have to sell to earn that much? Someone couldn’t help but wonder.