Chapter Eighty-Seven: Making You Wish You Were Dead

He even claimed he could break his own neck—why not say he could soar to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun? Tang Long never believed in empty threats like “I’ll do this to you, just wait and see.” Most of the time, such talk was nothing but boasting.

The truly capable acted silently; it was the incapable who bragged first and acted later. He might be able to break someone’s neck, but that didn’t mean everyone’s neck was his for the taking.

Inside Liu Meijia’s private suite, Tang Long met this venomous woman once again. Compared to their last encounter, Liu Meijia’s makeup and attire were even more seductive and flamboyant. She swayed her willow-like waist, approaching Tang Long with graceful steps.

“Ah, Village Chief Tang Long, it’s been a while!” Liu Meijia laughed coquettishly.

Tang Long shrugged, his face relaxed. “Seeing you gives me a bit of stomach discomfort. Be good and rein in your provocative energy. Let’s skip the pleasantries and speak plainly.”

He knew there was no possibility of friendship with her and had no intention of feigning civility.

Liu Meijia’s expression shifted, her eyes fixed on Tang Long. “Why so heartless? I never meant to harm you. Last time, you and that little woman took over ten million from me, yet I didn’t trouble you, did I?”

“That money was yours to take. But who said that just because we took the money, we’d forget the grudges between us?” Tang Long replied with a smile.

The old village chief had died because of Qiangyuan Company. That debt could never be truly settled.

“If you talk like that, you’ll really break my heart, little brother,” Liu Meijia smiled, pulling out a chair and gesturing for Tang Long to sit.

Tang Long didn’t hesitate. Since he was already there, he wasn’t afraid to sit and talk.

“Liu Meijia, do you have a man?” Tang Long suddenly asked.

The question caught Liu Meijia off guard; she frowned slightly, surprised. “Why ask that out of the blue?”

Tang Long lounged lazily in his chair, grinning. “I don’t think there’s any man willing to accept a woman like you.”

“Why not?”

“Too seductive,” Tang Long replied bluntly.

Liu Meijia laughed, her voice teasing. “Isn’t that exactly what men like?” She cast him a flirtatious glance, showing no sign of annoyance.

“But your kind of seduction isn’t something ordinary men can handle,” Tang Long shook his head and smiled. “Anyway, whether you’re seductive or not has nothing to do with me. So, why did you invite me here?”

Liu Meijia’s eyes glimmered. “I heard you bought the ‘Baofeng Carving Factory’?”

“Five million, people and factory are mine now,” Tang Long nodded.

“Originally, that Yang fellow owed us gambling debts; he shouldn’t have been let go. In fact, before you left, I could have had someone stop you. Do you know why I didn’t?” Liu Meijia asked with a coy smile.

Tang Long said, “Because even if you sent people, they might not have been able to stop us, so you had no choice but to let us go.”

“….”

Liu Meijia was so annoyed she nearly laughed. This man truly didn’t follow the usual script. With his style of conversation, if it were anyone else, she’d have had them beaten to a pulp already.

“I admit, you’re pretty good at fighting, but even if you can take on ten, can you handle a hundred? No matter how tough you are, can you dodge bullets?” Liu Meijia walked behind Tang Long, her fingers tracing from his neck to his chest, leaning close to his ear and breathing warmth, teasing, “Why be so stubborn? We could be friends.”

Tang Long tilted his head, locking eyes with her, smiling wickedly as he retorted, “If I killed your father, slept with your mother, and then turned around and asked to be friends, do you think that would work?”

His hand, hidden, nearly crushed her chest in anger.

“You!” Liu Meijia glared at Tang Long, her voice low and furious. “Let go!”

“You’re the one who came onto me. I’m more bothered by your smell,” Tang Long released her, his smile mocking.

Liu Meijia clenched her teeth, her face darkening. “Tang Long, I can make your death miserable.”

Tang Long rose, pulling her close and pressing her to the table, his hand tightening around her neck. “Killing you would take no more than a flick of my finger. Do you know why I let you live?”

His smile faded as he leaned over her. “Because I don’t want you to die so easily—it would be too cheap for you. I want you to live and suffer worse than death.”

Those words echoed in Liu Meijia’s ears, and the scene before her shifted; it was as if blood flooded the room, a fleeting hallucination, but it left her pale and shaken.

“I told you, if you don’t come for me, I’ll come for you one day. So don’t rush—we have plenty of time to play,” Tang Long patted her face twice, the seduction wiped away.

He released her, straightened up, and said, “Baofeng Carving Factory is my turf now. Tell your lackeys to stay away. And you, don’t be impatient, we’ll settle our accounts one by one.”

Tang Long turned, eyeing Brother Li as he entered. With a sly grin, he said, “Just now, you said you’d break my neck, didn’t you?”

Brother Li glared at Tang Long, but before he could speak, Tang Long took a quick step, lightning-fast, and delivered a side kick that sent him flying against the wall.

A loud crash, and he only stopped when he hit the wall.

Tang Long had controlled his strength—Brother Li wouldn’t die, but his ribs were broken in at least three places. He’d be bedridden for half a year, and even after he recovered, any exertion would make him cough blood. He was ruined.

“I told you you were all talk, but you wouldn’t believe me,” Tang Long muttered to himself, then strode out calmly.

As for how things ended behind him, it was none of his concern. Tang Long only dealt the blows; he never cleaned up afterward.

Watching Tang Long’s retreating figure, Liu Meijia was momentarily dazed. When she recovered, her teeth clenched as she glared at the fallen Brother Li, cursing, “Useless!”

Tang Long left Xiantao Manor, glancing back as he did. This place was shrouded in a dark aura, growing thicker.

If left to fester, many would surely die here in the future.

Tang Long laughed at himself, muttering, “Damn, I’m about to become a mystic. If word gets out about my ability to read auras, who knows how many people from the occult world would kneel before me and call me ancestor!”

He turned and walked on. They said Tang Long had many cards up his sleeve—if he didn’t, after so many missions, he’d have been skinned and turned into a mural long ago.

Liu Meijia? Calling her a seductress was giving her too much credit!