Chapter 25: Ready to Embrace a Life of Happiness!

Their clothes were torn and stained with blood, and there were over thirty girls in this place. Every pair of eyes was hollow, as if the torture had gone on so long that they’d forgotten what it meant to be alive.

In the center of the basement, there were countless instruments designed to torment girls; against the far wall, antique jade, fine wine, and piles of cash were stacked. Yang Fan could easily imagine how they indulged in luxury while inflicting suffering.

He raised his foot and kicked again, sending Wang Peng tumbling down the stairs.

Picking up his phone, Yang Fan called Liu Haoyu, instructing him to buy thirty-five sets of women's long coats and deliver them, specifying that only he should come.

After ending the call, Yang Fan descended, dragged Wang Peng by the collar, and pressed him against the cage.

Wang Peng’s consciousness blurred from the pain.

“Want to die? It’s not that easy. I just happen to need someone to test the effects of my elixir—I’ll try it on you.”

He punched Wang Peng in the chest, then shoved a healing pill into his mouth and threw him aside.

Wang Peng’s wounds began to slowly heal, even the torn flesh on his face gradually mending. Within a minute, his awareness returned, and Yang Fan kicked him again.

“This healing pill works remarkably well,” Yang Fan sneered.

Just then, Liu Haoyu called back. Yang Fan used a teleportation charm he’d rented, designated Liu Haoyu, and in an instant, Liu Haoyu appeared.

“Uncle, this—”

“What happened today is just between us.”

“Understood,” Liu Haoyu agreed immediately. Yang Fan was trusting him with something so confidential—a sign of trust.

“Uncle, what is this place?”

“Don’t ask for now. Leave the clothes here and fetch a bottle of red wine from over there.”

Liu Haoyu nodded. He saw the tortured girls, but didn’t dare ask more. He’d already seen more than enough...

“Uncle, this is vintage red wine—each bottle costs over a million,” Liu Haoyu said, astonished.

“There are several cases over there, aren’t there? They’re ours now,” Yang Fan replied, ignoring Liu Haoyu’s shock and boldly twisting open a bottle.

With his other hand, he took out the healing pill and prepared to crush it into the wine.

“Uncle, wait. Let me taste it first—we can’t waste such a treasure.” Liu Haoyu quickly fetched two glasses.

Yang Fan poured a little, then sprinkled the crushed healing pill into the wine.

“This is a healing pill. I don’t have many here, so this is the only way to treat their wounds. Once they finish the wine, open the cage and give each girl a sip, then wrap them in the coats!”

Liu Haoyu nodded eagerly, opened the cage, and happily set about the task.

Yang Fan watched the girls’ injuries closely. Even though the effect was diluted, their wounds still began to heal.

Their eyes lost the emptiness as they stared at the man who had dragged them into the abyss, wild with rage.

They surged forward, pouncing on Wang Peng.

His wounds were still healing, the effect of the pill ongoing. As he tried to resist, Yang Fan kicked him again and threw him onto the torture rack.

With hands and feet bound, he could only watch as dozens of girls clawed and bit at him.

His flesh was torn asunder, and only his shrieks echoed.

Even Liu Haoyu shuddered, thankful he’d only glanced at the scene...

Soon, silence fell upon the torture rack. The women sobbed bitterly, then all knelt before Yang Fan.

Their eyes, though still hollow, knew who had saved them.

“Uncle, he seems dead!” Liu Haoyu said, fearful.

“Let him die. Scum like that is better off gone—it’s a blessing for society,” Yang Fan replied, swallowing hard. It was the first time he’d seen a corpse.

His hand trembled as he produced a bottle of corrosive powder. He walked to the torture rack and poured it over the mutilated body.

In just a second, the entire corpse dissolved from head to toe.

“Erase Liu Haoyu’s memory of Wang Peng’s death,” Yang Fan muttered, and Liu Haoyu’s fear instantly vanished.

“Get up, all of you. You're saved today. Go home.”

“We… we no longer have homes...” They broke down in tears again. Yang Fan scanned one girl’s memories and sighed heavily.

“What will you do now?”

“Master, you saved us. We can only follow you.”

“I…” Yang Fan was overwhelmed. His own household was chaotic enough—now thirty more girls?

But faced with their pitiful expressions, he sighed in resignation.

“All right. Haoyu, stay here with them. I’ll go out for a moment.”

“Uncle, let me go with you!”

“No need,” Yang Fan replied. He was going out to erase all traces of the place’s existence—if Liu Haoyu saw it again, he would have to erase his memory a second time. He’d exchanged a lot of things for Jiang Huai’s money last time, but wasting them was still unwise.

“By the way, organize all those things over there,” Yang Fan said, pointing at the piles of cash.

Liu Haoyu became excited, especially since the girls’ clothes weren’t buttoned up...

In the corridor, Yang Fan moved from the first to the fifth floor, using corrosive powder to erase all traces of human presence. He then used Wang Peng’s card to rent two moss seeds; as soon as they landed, the moss spread.

Within minutes, the moss enveloped the entire area, erasing every sign of human activity.

Returning to the basement, Liu Haoyu was tallying the items.

“How is it?”

“Uncle, there’s four million in cash, twenty-five pieces of jade, thirty-seven antiques, five cases of red wine—thirty-five bottles in total, all priceless vintages, plus fifteen bottles of other rare wines, and various wine glasses, all treasures. Ten rare paintings. I can’t estimate their total value.”

Yang Fan nodded and handed Liu Haoyu a card. “There’s fifteen million on it—take it.”

“That’s… too much!” Liu Haoyu was stunned.

“Buy a large villa outside and let them live there.”

“That’s easy!” Liu Haoyu replied.

“All right, let’s go!” Yang Fan said, and with a sweep of his hand over the space, all the items and girls were stored in his rented treasure chest, then he tossed in a moss seed and activated teleportation.

Liu Haoyu clung tightly to a bottle of red wine.

“Uncle, this is incredible!”

“Don’t worry—one day you’ll have this ability too,” Yang Fan smiled.

At the mouth of the alley, Qin Jun and Wang Xin waited beside the car. Seeing Yang Fan and Liu Haoyu emerge unharmed, they relaxed.

Yang Fan carried the red wine, Liu Haoyu two paper bags.

“Well?” Qin Jun asked.

“Perfectly done. Here—fifty thousand each, this year’s bonus. Go buy a house and prepare to start a happy life.”