Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 971 is strong enough, the creditor is me

   Yan Ke listened, not only not angry, but also laughed loudly.

"Very well, as for the collateral lineage, if you want it to be a dog, it will be a dog, no matter where you bite; It should not be fetters and shackles, true brothers and sisters are definitely not supportive relationships, only slaves and masters are."

   These words directly classify all collaterals as slaves!

   Without taboo, straightforward.

  Yan Zhihui's brows and eyes darkened, and he looked at Yan Ke. This is the real ruthless person.

   "It's best for you to treat Yan Yansen as a dog, but I'm afraid you will treat him as a brother. After all, it is easy to kill a dog, but it is difficult to cut off a limb."

  Yan Zhihui: "..."

   "Okay, the words have been made clear, there is nothing else, you go to bed early."

  Strictly know that you can't move back.

   "What, is there anything else?"

  Brows slowly gathered together, Yan Zhifan looked at him with a trace of doubt gradually: "You, don't ask me?"

  Yan Ke: "What do you ask?"

"…opening dance."

   "What happened to the opening dance?"

  Yan Zhihui's expression froze, he turned and left.

Yan Ke looked at his almost annoyed back, and said in a calm tone, "If you mean that you didn't invite Miss Shen's family as planned, then don't take it to heart. A woman is a man's icing on the cake. It cannot be used as a life-saving straw. Apart from strength, the heir of my Yan family does not need any other means to consolidate his status, including marriage."

   "I didn't agree with your mother's arrangement, but now that you don't like it, it won't happen again."

  Yan Zhi turned around and looked at him suspiciously: "Can you guarantee it?"

"I promise."

  Yan Zhi's eyes flickered back.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Yan Ke said without hesitation: "When a man is strong enough, he doesn't need to use marriage as a bargaining chip at all, wronging himself to marry someone he doesn't want to marry. If you don't even have this freedom, then the heir What else is worth your nostalgia for the location?"

  …

  Under the same moonlight, Zama Wharf, Warehouse No. 3.

  Shen Yu stopped at the door, turned off the engine, and got out of the car.

  A younger brother came out to meet her when he heard the sound of the engine, and said respectfully, "Sister Shen."

   "How's the situation inside?"

   "The man who brought him back is very stubborn, and the third brother is still interrogating."

   "Really?" He pursed his lips coldly and entered the room, only to hear Sanzi's voice within a few steps—

   "Say! What is your relationship with the Ping family? Where is the exact location of the direct line of the Ping family?!"

   "..."

   "Heh, are you still stubborn? Next, it will not be a matter of two whips, be careful of your little life!"

   "Cough cough cough..." A deep and hoarse cough came, "You, know the Ping family? Who are you?!"

  Sanzi sneered: "You figure it out, I'm asking you now, not you asking me."

"No..." The man's hands were bound, covered in blood, but his eyes were extremely bright, "The Ping family has lived in seclusion for nearly a hundred years and has never been born. You can't possibly know the existence of the Ping family! Unless...you are a collateral! No No, no... the collateral lineages have always been united, there is no possibility of a traitor, as for you, you are at most a runaway slave!"

  The third son's expression froze, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

   "Haha... cough cough cough... I guessed right, your expression says it all, you are indeed a runaway slave!"

   "Runaway slave?" He laughed shortly, "I hate people mentioning these two words the most! You want to die—"

   Then, there was a burst of screams and wailing.

  Shen Wei stepped forward and appeared. When the man was tortured to the point of fainting, she walked up to the third son and stood in front of the man.

  The man was already unconscious and his eyes were glazed over, but when he touched the moon-white cheongsam, he suddenly became aroused and woke up: "Who are you?"

  Every word is dripping with blood.

  Shen Yu understated: "The creditor."

  He was puzzled, and his eyes were blank: "I, I have never seen you... Ahem... There is a wrong and a debt, no matter how hard you ask, it will never fall on me..."

   "The debtor is the Ping family, and you are the Ping family—do you understand this causal relationship?"

   "Sure enough..." He sneered and stopped talking.

  The third son flicked the whip a few times, and the whip penetrated into the flesh, but he remained silent.

  Shen Wei raised his hand to stop him from continuing to be violent, then took out a tube of injection and handed it to the third son.

  The latter understood, took it, opened the outer sealed package, with the needle pointing upwards, pushed the stopper down slightly, and then squeezed out half a drop of the reagent from the needle tip.

  asked Shen Wei: "Subcutaneous injection or intravenous injection?"

   "Veins."

  The third son stepped forward, and under the man's horrified gaze, slowly pushed the reagent into his vein.

   "What did you call me?!"

  The third son snorted, with meaningful eyes.

  The man couldn't get an answer, so he looked at Shen Wei in a panic, but saw the corners of her lips raised, and her eyes were cold.

   "Things that make you obedient."

   Soon, the man began to experience dizziness, and the visible things in front of his eyes gradually became hazy, and finally turned into nothingness.

  Shen Wei raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's almost time."

  The third son stepped forward, checked the man's breathing and pulse rate, the frequency was normal, then stretched out a hand and shook it in front of his eyes, without the physiological reaction of blinking.

  He turned around and nodded towards Shen Wei: "The status is the same as that in the manual, it's ok."

  (end of this chapter)