My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 96: Giving You a Chance for a Cigarette!

"Go!"

Without daring to delay, Yang Qi closed his clinic’s door and sped toward Antique Street.

On the way, he learned that the elderly couple had gone to buy an antique as a gift to thank him. He’d never expected something like this to happen.

Shangpin Zhai was a very famous shop on Antique Street, infamous for its tyranny. They had repeatedly passed off inferior goods as superior and fake ones as genuine to cheat customers, but because Shangpin Zhai employed a group of formidable Martial Artists, no one dared to cross them.

The moment Yang Qi and Ye Fei entered the shop, they were stopped. "What do you want?"

"We’re looking for Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan!" Yang Qi said coldly.

"Heh, you’re here for the two old fools who smashed our Shangpin Zhai’s Yuan blue-and-white vase, right? Come on!" The clerk sneered, leading Yang Qi and Ye Fei into the backyard.

Ye Fei couldn’t help but ask the clerk, "What exactly happened? How did they end up breaking something so valuable?"

The clerk sneered, "Our Shopkeeper was returning with a newly acquired Treasure when those two old fools bumped into him and shattered it. Now, it’s not just a matter of five hundred million. That was a one-of-a-kind Yuan blue-and-white piece, the only ’Xiao He Chasing Han Xin Under the Moon’ in the world. Our Shopkeeper is not pleased. He said you either pay ten times the compensation or he’ll chop off both their hands."

Ye Fei’s face turned deathly pale. Ten times? That’s five billion! Even Yang Qi doesn’t have that much money!

The backyard was filled with at least a hundred fierce-looking men. Half of them were Martial Artists, some with Outer Strength and others with Inner Strength. Many were even carrying weapons. A suffocating stench of blood wafted through the air.

Yang Qi looked over and saw that the elderly couple had been beaten again. They were curled up in a corner, convulsing on the blood-soaked ground. Ye Zuisheng looked as if he was about to lose consciousness.

Seeing this, Ye Fei rushed over and wept uncontrollably, while Yang Qi seethed with murderous intent.

So close. We were supposed to move today, but this happened before we had the chance. If only I had moved them first. With the Seventy-Two Wolves for protection, this never would have happened.

"Son!" Seeing Ye Fei, Zhao Huan cried out, "Quick, save your father! He was hit in the head, he’s not going to make it!"

Hearing this, Yang Qi hurried over. After a quick examination, he ignored the surrounding danger, immediately took out a Silver Needle, and inserted it into Ye Zuisheng’s Baihui acupoint. He then continued the treatment with more needles. In truth, Ye Zuisheng’s condition was much less severe than that of Zhao Xiong’s daughter, Zhao Yuman. Yang Qi resolved the issue with just four Silver Needles.

As Ye Zuisheng slowly regained consciousness, Yang Qi put away his needles and looked coldly at the surrounding crowd.

The hundred or so men had them completely surrounded. Only then did Yang Qi notice a man sitting in an ornate armchair—likely the Shopkeeper of Shangpin Zhai. The man was dressed in a suit and wore glasses, looking gentle and scholarly. But his actions were utterly inhumane.

The refined-looking scoundrel looked up at Yang Qi and smiled. "Are you two the family of these old fools?"

"That’s right. They’re our parents!" Yang Qi’s voice was ice-cold, as if he were speaking to the dead.

Even if they really did smash your Yuan blue-and-white vase, you have no right to do this. I can pay you the five billion, but you cannot harm my family. Absolutely not! You hurt them, so now you will pay the price!

The scoundrel glanced at Yang Qi and smiled. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Siwen, and I am the Shopkeeper of this Shangpin Zhai. Everyone calls me Brother Wen. Your parents bumped into me and broke my Yuan blue-and-white porcelain. That was a masterpiece I spent five hundred million on at an auction—the only one of its kind in the world. Yet these two old fools had the gall to claim that *I* bumped into *them*. So, I taught them a lesson. You don’t have a problem with that, do you? Now, you have two choices. Either you pay me five billion, or... you sever both of their hands and compensate me five hundred million. You choose."

Ye Zuisheng, who had now regained consciousness, cried out, "Yang Qi, don’t listen to him! He ran into us on purpose! The surveillance cameras nearby can prove it!"

"You old fart, are you trying to die? Still talking back!" Liu Siwen shot Ye Zuisheng a vicious glare.

Yang Qi stepped in front of one of the goons and said coldly, "I don’t give a damn about your Yuan blue-and-white porcelain. No matter how valuable, it’s just an object. But you dared to hit my parents. That is unacceptable. Besides, I believe my father. No one would be stupid enough to casually carry a five-hundred-million-yuan treasure around without any protection. I even suspect you did this on purpose."

"Kid, you should watch what you say," Liu Siwen sneered. "Just because I look refined doesn’t mean I am. Speaking recklessly can get you killed."

"Yang Qi, let’s call the police! They’ll get to the bottom of this," Ye Fei said.

"No need," Yang Qi said dismissively. "There’s no reason to trouble the police over something so trivial. I can handle this myself."

"Smart choice," Liu Siwen sneered. "If you called the police, you’d be the only ones to suffer. By the time they arrived, all the surveillance footage here would mysteriously malfunction. Everyone here would testify that these two old fools bumped into me. We’ll see who the police believe then!"

Hearing this, Yang Qi became even more certain. These people definitely set this up. This whole thing is a trap. It might even be aimed at me. Someone wants to get to me, so they targeted them.

"Make your choice. I don’t have much patience," Liu Siwen said lazily, completely confident that he had Yang Qi and the others in the palm of his hand.

"Five billion is too much," Ye Fei pleaded. "Can you give us a few days? We need time to raise the money." I can’t think of any other solution; we just have to pay. If all else fails, we’ll have to take out a loan.

"Fine. I’m not worried about you running off," Liu Siwen sneered. "But I’ll warn you. For every day the payment is late, we chop off one hand. Between the four of you, you’ve only got eight hands. So, at most, you can delay for eight days."

He’s suddenly become so agreeable. It’s obvious he has another plan in motion.

"That won’t be necessary," Yang Qi said with a wave of his hand. "Ye Fei, take Mom and Dad and leave. I’ll handle things here. I’m having someone bring the money."

"Smart kid! Now scram!" Liu Siwen waved his hand. He couldn’t care less about Ye Fei’s family; the task Young Master Qin had given him was to deal with Yang Qi. As long as Yang Qi remained, that was all that mattered. But first, I’ll get my five billion, and then I’ll take care of Yang Qi.

Yang Qi took out his phone, dialed a number, and said simply, "Come to Shangpin Zhai."

After ending the call, Yang Qi sat down in a nearby chair, took out a cigarette, and lit it. "Before I finish this cigarette," he said, his voice laced with ice, "you’d better tell me who put you up to this. Otherwise, I guarantee every single one of you will vanish from the face of the earth."

"HAHAHA!" The crowd roared with laughter.