"Luojin, let go of my dad! Let him go!"
Fan Qianqian's eyes were brimming with tears, her body feeling as if all strength had been drained away. If not for Su Ming holding her up, she might have collapsed.
"Let go? Fine! Make Su Ming kneel. If he kneels, I'll let him go!"
Luojin laughed, a twisted and maniacal laugh. If there was anyone he despised the most, it was undoubtedly Su Ming. In his eyes, everything he had lost—his love, his career, his life—was all Su Ming's doing.
"No! Luojin, please, I'll kneel for you, I'll do anything! Just let my dad go!"
As Fan Qianqian spoke, she tried to kneel, but Su Ming held her back. Her words only fueled Luojin's rage. He roared, "Fan Qianqian, you're still defending him? Do you love him that much? Is it because he's rich?"
"No! Luojin, we're just friends, just friends!" Fan Qianqian sobbed.
"Hahaha... Friends? Don't feed me that shallow lie! I've seen through you, Fan Qianqian. You're no different from those gold-digging women. You're cheap; you just love rich men!"
"Probably, you spent last night with him somewhere, didn't you...?"
Luojin's words grew increasingly vulgar, eventually descending into outright filth.
"Enough!"
Su Ming's sharp command made Luojin pause, then sneer, "What? Did I hit a nerve?"
"Shut up!"
Su Ming shot Luojin a cold glare and said, "If I kneel, will you let them go?"
"Oh?"
Luojin was momentarily stunned, then laughed mockingly, "Kneel first!"
"No, Su Ming, don't kneel! This isn't your fault!" Fan Qianqian pleaded.
"Don't worry, it's just a knee on the ground. My kneel isn't worth that much," Su Ming said softly, patting Fan Qianqian's hand.
Fan Qianqian was deeply moved, tears streaming down her cheeks like a flood.
"Keep your word!"
Su Ming looked at Luojin, reminding him, and then slowly bent his knees, ready to kneel.
Outside, Ning Fengqing and the others frowned, their eyes filled with anger, but they were powerless in this moment.
Luojin watched as Su Ming slowly knelt, his smile growing more and more manic.
"Hahaha... Su Ming, even if you're rich, what does it matter? Even if you control Jiangzhou, what does it matter? Now, you still have to kneel before me, hahaha..."
"Fan Qianqian, do you see? This is the rich man you love, and he has to kneel before me too!"
"No! Su Ming! Don't kneel! Don't..." Fan Qianqian fell to the ground, crying weakly.
But no one noticed that Su Ming's eyes were locked on Luojin, and he was tightly gripping a silver car key.
Soon, in everyone's eyes, Su Ming's knees were about to touch the ground, and Luojin was laughing even more joyfully.
But at that moment, an unexpected change occurred!
Su Ming swung his hand, and a silver flash shot out, striking Luojin's wrist with force.
Luojin's manic smile was still on his face, but suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.
"Ahh!"
As he cried out in pain, Luojin could no longer hold the steel knife, and it clattered to the floor.
"Die!"
In that instant, Su Ming's voice, as cold as ancient ice, exploded in Luojin's ears.
Luojin panicked, but when he tried to react, he found Su Ming already in front of him.
"Elbow to the heart!"
Su Ming unleashed his full power, even channeling his internal hidden strength. He held nothing back in this strike.
A burst of air followed as Su Ming's movement created a fierce gale, slamming into Luojin's face, almost tearing it apart.
Su Ming was now close to Luojin, and there was no doubt that this blow would be fatal.
"Don't kill him!"
Ning Fengqing's sharp cry brought Su Ming back to his senses, and he instantly retracted his hidden strength, leaving only a fraction of his power.
"Boom!"
Even that small amount of power sent Luojin flying, crashing into the living room wall.
"Ahh!"
Luojin felt intense pain in his organs, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.
Su Ming didn't stop there. He was immediately in front of Luojin, grabbing his shoulders with both hands.
Without any visible effort, he squeezed with immense force.
The sound of bones breaking echoed, accompanied by Luojin's screams.
With that, Su Ming had completely shattered Luojin's shoulder blades. No modern medical technology could heal him now.
After this, Luojin fell to the hard floor, limp and broken.
Everything happened so quickly, from Su Ming throwing the car key to subduing Luojin, in less than two seconds.
Fan Qianqian was still on the floor, dazed and confused.
Ning Fengqing rushed into the living room, picked up the steel knife, and quickly cut the ropes binding Fan Gengsheng and Li Hui.
Su Ming turned and supported Fan Gengsheng and Li Hui, one with each arm.
"Dad, Mom!"
Fan Qianqian finally came to her senses and ran over, mustering all her strength.
Ning Fengqing took out her phone and quickly called for an ambulance and the police.
Outside, Ning Fengchi and Elder Zhang exchanged glances.
"Elder Zhang, that feeling... could it be...?"
Elder Zhang nodded slightly, whispering, "Yes, it was hidden strength. I never imagined he was so powerful!"
"Hidden strength!"
"I never admired anyone, but Su Ming is the first," Ning Fengchi murmured, his eyes shining with admiration.
"Dad, Mom, are you okay? Are you okay?" Fan Qianqian was frantic, holding her parents' hands.
"Qianqian, Mom is fine, Mom is fine. Your dad, that beast kicked him so many times, wuwu..."
Li Hui spoke, crying in sorrow.
"Auntie, don't worry. Uncle only has some superficial injuries, nothing serious," Ning Fengqing comforted after making the calls.
"Yes, as long as you're okay, that's all that matters. Thank you, thank you!"
Li Hui cried and thanked them.
No one paid attention to Luojin, who was still moaning and bleeding on the floor.
Soon, police cars and ambulances arrived at Fan Qianqian's house. She accompanied her parents in the ambulance, which quickly left.
Su Ming locked the door after Ning Fengqing and the others took Luojin away, and then drove to the hospital.