Chapter 89: Asking for the Moon

"These are the most skilled bodyguards your Qian family has? What a joke!" Jiang Hao said with a smile, his tone dripping with mockery.

As he spoke, he stepped closer and closer to Qian Kanglong and his beautiful secretary, Lu Yanling. Lu Yanling was so frightened that she kept retreating, almost unable to breathe. Qian Kanglong also involuntarily backed up two steps, his back pressed against the black BMW, forcing himself to call out, "Jiang Hao... you... what exactly do you want?"

"What do I want? That's an amusing question. You brought your bodyguards to my home, had them threaten me with knives, and now you're asking what I want? Don't you find that laughable?" Jiang Hao replied without a trace of politeness.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he smashed his fist into the black BMW behind Qian Kanglong. The car's alarm blared, its sleek body dented by Jiang Hao’s punch, the entire vehicle trembling violently!

Such was the power Jiang Hao now possessed. His physical strength far surpassed ordinary people; a casual blow achieved what most could never accomplish, even exerting their utmost effort. And beyond that, Jiang Hao was skilled in medicine and a master of poisons.

"I... I... I just wanted you to cure my son of his poisoning..." Qian Kanglong stammered.

He was truly panicked—he had every reason to be. Moments ago, he’d been so arrogant and domineering, relying on his subordinates. But now, all his men had been dealt with by Jiang Hao. Only he, an aging man, and his helpless secretary remained. What right did he have to act tough in front of Jiang Hao now?

"You want me to cure your son, yet instead of asking nicely, you threaten me with bodyguards, even try to attack me. Is this how your Qian family conducts business?" Jiang Hao sneered coldly.

Qian Kanglong’s throat bobbed as he swallowed heavily, his fear growing ever more intense.

Even Old Master Bai and Bai Qiming were stunned by Jiang Hao. Six retired special forces soldiers, four of whom had drawn weapons, yet not one was Jiang Hao’s match—they were defeated, one after another! How could Jiang Hao’s strength be so terrifying?

When they’d met him before, he hadn’t seemed nearly so formidable. Truly, three days apart, and one must look at a person with new eyes!

"Go on, say something! Why are you silent now?" Jiang Hao stood before Qian Kanglong, raising his right hand to pat his face twice. He wasn’t trying to hurt him—Qian Kanglong was old, and a real slap might kill him. The gentle pats were simply to humiliate the old fool.

Qian Kanglong trembled all over, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Suddenly, he looked toward Old Master Bai and Bai Qiming in the distance, crying out desperately, "Old Bai, Qiming, say something! Are you just going to stand there and watch this junior humiliate me? Aren’t you ashamed? Speak up!"

Bai Qiming hesitated to speak. Old Master Bai paused, then finally said, "Jiang Hao, you’ve beaten them, vented your anger. Why not leave it at that? If things get truly ugly, it will do neither side any good."

Jiang Hao could not ignore Old Master Bai’s words. He nodded to him and, for the moment, let Qian Kanglong go.

As Jiang Hao moved away, Qian Kanglong finally relaxed, clutching the BMW’s window and gasping as if he were about to collapse. Secretary Lu Yanling hurried over to support him, her voice trembling with fear, "Master, we... we should leave quickly... We can’t deal with this man..."

But Qian Kanglong shook his head. He knew he could leave—Jiang Hao would never kill him in front of Old Master Bai and Bai Qiming. So he wasn’t worried about his own life. But if he left now, what would happen to his son, and those bodyguards?

Grinding his teeth, Qian Kanglong pushed away Lu Yanling and walked step by step toward Jiang Hao. Yet before he could approach, Jiang Hao coldly spat out a single word, "Get out!"

Qian Kanglong froze on the spot. This young man actually told him to get out? He was the head of the Qian family, a leader among the city’s elite—who dared speak to him this way?

But Jiang Hao showed no courtesy, continuing, "Didn’t you hear me? Get out! Otherwise, I really won’t be so polite!"

Qian Kanglong’s heart soured; for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Old Master Bai sighed and spoke to Jiang Hao, "Jiang Hao, the conflict between you and Qian Youwei was a trivial matter to begin with. There’s no need for things to escalate this far. For my sake, why not compromise a little and help them cure the poisoning? Of course, the Qian family won’t expect you to work for nothing."

He turned to Qian Kanglong, saying, "Master Qian, do you agree?"

How could Qian Kanglong refuse? Clearly, threats were useless against Jiang Hao; only incentives remained. He gritted his teeth and nodded firmly, "I agree. I have no objection. As long as he cures my son and the bodyguards, I’m willing to pay."

Jiang Hao immediately wanted to refuse. He lacked nothing financially; money, to him, was only necessary in moderation. But with Old Master Bai making the request, to refuse outright would be to disrespect not just Qian Kanglong, but the Bai family as well.

As Jiang Hao hesitated, Bai Qiming spoke up, "Jiang Hao, just do as my father says. He’s not only considering the Qian family, but you as well. Besides, if you don’t cure them and they die, it’ll be a big problem, even for you—it’ll be a headache."

Bai Tianyu nodded in agreement, then came over and whispered, "Take the opportunity to really squeeze them—make the Qian family pay dearly. Isn’t that better?"

With Old Master Bai, Bai Qiming, and Bai Tianyu all advising him, Jiang Hao didn’t hesitate any longer. He turned to Qian Kanglong and said, "I can cure the poisoning, but let me make it clear: my services are expensive."

"How much do you want?" Qian Kanglong asked directly.

Jiang Hao glanced at Qian Youwei, lying on the stretcher. "He’s the eldest son of the Qian family. To cure him—sixty million."

He’d charged Old Master Bai the same for his treatment. Considering Qian Youwei’s status as the Qian family heir, he wasn’t worth sixty million. But since he intended to make a hefty profit from the Qian family, Jiang Hao showed no mercy.

To his surprise, Qian Kanglong agreed without hesitation. "Fine, sixty million it is."