Romantic Medical Immortal

Night fell, and only a few security lights cast a dim glow in the production workshop of Chenling Pharmaceutical.

Wang Baojie sat in the surveillance room, staring at the screen without blinking.

In the past few days, he had followed Yang Cheng’s instructions, secretly observing those suspicious new employees, and today he finally had a breakthrough.

On the screen, a thin figure sneaked into the workshop stealthily; it was one of the newly hired employees from a few days ago, named Liu Zhiqiang. Normally, he kept a low profile, and it was surprising that such an important task was entrusted to him.

Wang Baojie held his breath as he watched Liu Zhiqiang skillfully walk up to the computer storing the formula. He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket, entered a password, then inserted a USB drive.

The whole process took less than three minutes. Liu Zhiqiang removed the USB drive, glanced around vigilantly to make sure no one noticed, and swiftly left the workshop.

Wang Baojie immediately took out his phone and dialed Yang Cheng’s number.

"General Manager Yang, the fish has taken the bait."

"Got it."

On the other end, Yang Cheng’s voice was eerily calm.

After hanging up, Yang Cheng stood up and said to Kong Lingwen, who was busy looking at documents, "Lin Wen, I’m going out for a bit."

"So late, where to?"

Kong Lingwen raised her head, a hint of doubt flashing through her beautiful eyes.

"To reel in the net."

Yang Cheng’s lips curled into a cold smile as he turned and walked out of the study.

Kong Lingwen froze for a moment, then quickly understood and hurriedly stood up to follow, "I’m going with you."

Yang Cheng did not refuse, and the two drove away from the Kong Family Villa, heading towards the city center.

...

City center, inside a high-end residential area.

After entering the residential area, Liu Zhiqiang effortlessly made his way into Kong Demao’s home.

At this time, Kong Lingjiang was drinking in the living room. He received Liu Zhiqiang’s call and asked in a low voice, "Did you get it?"

"Got it, Young Master Kong. I’m just outside your door."

Upon hearing this, Kong Lingjiang waved at the nearby maid, signaling her to open the door.

Liu Zhiqiang hunches over as he enters, quickly walking up to Kong Lingjiang, pulls the USB drive from his pocket, and hands it over with a fawning expression.

Kong Lingjiang took the USB drive, his smile widening, a gleam of triumph in his eyes.

With this formula, Chenling Pharmaceutical poses no threat. What qualifications does that Kong Lingwen bitch have to be the Family Head anymore?

"Well done. Here’s your payment."

He took out a thick wad of cash from his briefcase and pushed it toward Liu Zhiqiang.

"Thank you, Young Master Kong, thank you!"

Liu Zhiqiang’s eyes lit up, hastily stuffing the money into his bag.

Just then, a scream pierced the air, followed by a large hand suddenly appearing from the side, snatching the USB drive from Kong Lingjiang’s hand.

"Who!"

Kong Lingjiang looked up sharply, only to see Yang Cheng’s mocking face, and Kong Lingwen standing behind him.

"You... how are you here!"

Kong Lingjiang’s face changed dramatically, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Why am I here?"

Yang Cheng fiddled with the USB drive in his hand, saying coolly, "That’s a question for you, Young Master Kong. Since your people took something they shouldn’t have, naturally I have to take it back."

"You... you’re talking nonsense! This person is my friend."

Kong Lingjiang tried to maintain composure, but couldn’t conceal the panic in his eyes.

Yang Cheng let out a cold laugh, spinning the USB drive on his finger, "So the contents of this USB drive is something you plan to share with your friend?"

"Give it back to me!"

Kong Lingjiang shot up, reaching to grab the USB drive.

Yang Cheng sidestepped easily, then suddenly grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard.

"Ah——!"

A crunching sound rang out, and Kong Lingjiang cried out in pain, his arm twisted behind him with agony making him break out in a cold sweat.

"Kong Lingjiang, instructing someone to steal commercial secrets is a criminal offense. If I call the police, how many years do you think you’d get?"

Yang Cheng’s voice was icy, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

"You... you dare! My uncle is..."

"Your uncle’s a police chief, so what?"

Yang Cheng interrupted him, coldly smiling, "The evidence is clear, even if your uncle were the police chief, he probably couldn’t protect you."

Kong Lingjiang’s face turned pale, his eyes filled with panic, and suddenly his voice softened, "Yang... Yang Cheng, we are relatives, spare me this once, I promise I’ll never do it again!"

Yang Cheng released his wrist, looking down at him, "I can spare you, but I have one condition."

"What condition? Just say it! As long as I can do it, I will!"

Kong Lingjiang grasped at the straw frantically.

"Very simple."

Yang Cheng’s lips curved into a ruthless smile, "Whichever hand stole the item, I’ll destroy that hand."

As soon as the words fell, he caught hold of Kong Lingjiang’s right hand and pressed it onto the table.

"No... please, no! Someone help!"

Kong Lingjiang stared wide-eyed in terror, desperately trying to pull his hand back, but Yang Cheng’s grip was like iron clamps, unmoving.

"Yang Cheng! You dare!"

Just then, an enraged shout came from the doorway.

Kong Demao rushed in, panting, with several bodyguards, sweat on his forehead.

"Dad! Save me!"

Kong Lingjiang, as if seeing his savior, shouted desperately.

"Yang Cheng, if you harm my son in any way, I won’t let you off!"

Kong Demao rushed forward, trying to pull Yang Cheng away.

Yang Cheng’s eyes turned cold, raising a hand to send a burst of force that knocked Kong Demao and the bodyguards back several steps, smashing against the wall.

"Ah——!"

Kong Demao cried out miserably, clutching his chest, his body stumbling.

"I warned you all, don’t mess with me."

Yang Cheng looked at Kong Demao, with not a shred of pity in his eyes, "Do you two father and son think I’m easy to bully?"

He drew a knife from his waist, its cold glint sending trembling waves through Kong Lingjiang, his face wet with tears and snot.

Yang Cheng ignored his pleas, raised the knife, and swung down.

"Ah——!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream filled the entire living room, followed by three fingers falling down, blood splattering.

Kong Lingjiang clutched his bloody hand, rolling in pain on the ground, the crotch of his pants soaked, emitting a foul smell.

Beside him, Kong Lingwen stepped back a few steps covering her nose, eyes full of disdain.

Kong Demao froze wide-eyed, staring at the severed fingers on the ground, completely dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected Yang Cheng would actually do it.

Yang Cheng bent over and picked up the three severed fingers, tossing them to the floor and stomped on them, grinding them into a pulp.

"Ah ah!!"

Kong Lingjiang looked at his fingers crushed into a bloody mess and emitted disjointed screams, his body convulsing.

"You... you..."

Kong Demao’s lips quivered, the terror in his eyes as he looked at Yang Cheng overwhelming.

At last, he realized that the young man before him was not someone he should provoke.

This was not a pretty boy, but clearly a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

"Yang... Yang Cheng, spare us, we’ll never... dare again, you’ve already cut off Lingjiang’s fingers, so let’s end it here!"

Kong Demao fell to his knees with a thud, bowing his head repeatedly.