Refusing to shed a tear until seeing the coffin

"I have no way out. If we cannot win this war, we are all going to die!"

Douglas was terrified by the madness in Francis's eyes. He had never seen his younger brother so completely out of control.

"Don't worry, I've already arranged everything. As long as we take care of Qin Feng and Avril, we can take everything they have. When that happens, what is mere money?" A flash of ruthless malice crossed Francis's eyes.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng was sitting in the surveillance room, watching every move Francis and Douglas made on the screen.

"Hah, these two fools really thought they could pull the wool over my eyes?"

Qin Feng sneered, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Avril, prepare to close the net." Qin Feng picked up the walkie-talkie, his tone icy cold, as if he were the Grim Reaper emerging from the depths of hell.

"Understood."

Avril's voice was as calm as ever, yet it failed to conceal a hint of excitement.

Late at night, a black stretched Lincoln slowly drove into the garage of a luxury villa.

The doors opened, and the two brothers, Francis and Douglas, stepped out of the vehicle.

"Damn it, what a cursed weather."

Douglas muttered complaints while rubbing his hands together.

"Cut the crap and get inside. I can't wait to see the look on that bastard Qin Feng's face right now."

A ferocious smile spread across Francis's face.

The two pushed open the door and entered the villa. An overwhelming stench of blood assaulted their senses, instantly making their scalps tingle.

"What is going on?" Francis's expression shifted drastically as an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"How utterly tedious."

A lazy voice drifted out from the darkness.

Accompanied by the crisp tapping of high heels against the floor, Avril's figure materialized beneath the light.

Tonight, she wore a crimson evening gown, enchanting and alluring, like a blooming rose—both breathtaking and dangerous.

"It seems that after tonight, the surname of the Rothschild family will change."

Avril's red lips parted slightly, revealing a captivating smile.

The heavy front door of the villa was kicked open, and Qin Feng's figure appeared in the doorway.

A ruthless smile hung on his lips, resembling an Asura stepping forth from purgatory, his entire body radiating an icy aura of slaughter.

Behind him, a dozen bodyguards in black lay sprawled haphazardly on the ground, each killed with a single blow, having met their maker without even emitting a groan.

"Qin, Qin Feng?!"

The moment Douglas laid eyes on Qin Feng, his face turned deathly pale. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Qin Feng to appear here.

"It seems you two haven't quite grasped the situation."

Qin Feng strode into the villa, his gaze sweeping over Francis and Douglas before finally resting upon Avril.

"Good job."

Avril smiled slightly, walking over to Qin Feng and hooking her arm through his.

Leaning her head gently against his shoulder, she spoke in a tone that bordered on coquettish, "I worked really hard, you know. Is there any reward for me?"

"Reward? Naturally."

Qin Feng lowered his head and whispered into Avril's ear, his tone ambiguous, causing her lovely face to flush as she shot him a playful sideways glance.

"Qin, Qin Feng, what—what do you want?!"

Francis shouted, putting up a bold front. Though he was accustomed to acting with arrogance and tyranny, facing Qin Feng still sent involuntary shudders through his heart.

Ignoring Francis entirely, Qin Feng walked straight toward him.

Looking down at him from above with a chilling glare in his eyes, Qin Feng said coldly, "Francis, I told you, you shouldn't have provoked me."

Francis felt his heart freeze under Qin Feng's gaze. Unable to stop a cold shiver from running down his spine, he stammered, "I'm telling you, I am the second son of the Rothschild family! You can't touch me!"

"It seems you won't shed tears until you see your own coffin." Qin Feng sneered and snapped his fingers.

Understanding the cue immediately, Avril walked up to Francis.

She placed a laptop on the table before him and turned on the screen, which was playing a video.

The footage clearly showed Francis and Douglas conspiring to deal with Qin Feng and Avril.

From formulating the plan and arranging their men to tonight's operation, every meticulous detail had been thoroughly recorded.

"Th—this is impossible!"

Staring at the images on the screen, Francis's face turned ashen. He knew he was finished—completely and utterly finished.

"Francis, did you really think I had no idea what you were plotting?"

Qin Feng laughed coldly. "You underestimated me, and you grossly overestimated yourself."

"Wh—what on earth do you want?"

Francis slumped his head in despair. He knew that saying anything now was utterly futile.

The very fact that Qin Feng dared to show up here meant he had already made foolproof preparations.

"What do I want?"

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled into a cruel smile. "Simple. I want you to pay the price for your own stupidity!"

With that, Qin Feng lashed out, kicking Francis violently in the stomach.

Francis let out a miserable shriek, doubling over like a boiled shrimp as he rolled agonizingly on the floor.

"Qin, Qin Feng, you can't kill me! I... I'm a member of the Rothschild family! If you kill me, the family won't let you get away with this!"

Clutching his stomach, Francis wailed in agony.

"The Rothschild family?" Qin Feng gave a dismissive, cold laugh.

"Right now, eighty percent of the family's assets are in Avril's hands. Do you really think the old men back at the estate give a damn whether you live or die?"

"You, you..." Francis tried to say more, but Qin Feng planted a foot firmly on his throat.

"Cough, cough..."

Francis thrashed desperately, unable to produce a single sound. His face turned the color of overcooked liver, and his eyes bulged as if they might pop out of his skull.

"Qin Feng, that's enough."

Avril walked over, gently pulling on Qin Feng's arm as she spoke softly.

"Killing him would let him off too easily. Keeping him alive is far more painful than death."

Qin Feng glanced down at Avril, a flash of tenderness softening his eyes. Nodding, he lifted his foot.

Francis immediately collapsed onto the floor like a heap of mud.

He gulped down lungfuls of fresh air, the terrifying brush with death leaving him shivering with lingering fear.

"Qin Feng... what will it take for you to spare us?"

Seeing Francis's wretched state, Douglas knew they had no escape today. Swallowing his pride, he could only beg Qin Feng for mercy.

"Spare you?" Qin Feng sneered. "Do you honestly think that's possible?"

"Then what the hell do you want?!" Douglas gritted his teeth and demanded.

"I want you to cough up everything you've swallowed, every last piece!"

"What?" Upon hearing this, the color drained completely from Douglas and Francis's faces.

Qin Feng let out a contemptuous laugh; these fools still hadn't realized the gravity of their situation.

He paced over to Francis, looking down at him from his height, and spoke slowly, "Those old fogies in the Rothschild family can barely protect themselves right now. Do you honestly think they care about the fate of an abandoned pawn like you?"

Francis's face was chalk-white, his lips trembling so violently he couldn't form a single word.

Of course he knew that he had never been favored within the family; had it not been for his mother's influence and backing, he would have been kicked out of the family enterprise long ago.