Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 166: Is he still alive?
"No, I don’t believe it! How could the Young Miss treat me like this?"
A moment later, Ah Lu came back to her senses, screaming in shock and anger. Mr. Han Sr. and the others were also filled with doubt and confusion, completely at a loss.
"If you must blame someone, you can only blame yourself for messing things up. The madam doesn’t want to leave any loose ends," Uncle Qian said with a calm expression, shaking his head at Ah Lu. With a casual wave of his hand, the basement entrance slammed shut without a sound.
"Uncle Qian, please let me go! I have been loyally devoted to the Young Miss! I promise I won’t say anything in the future. I’ll never reveal any information about this!"
THUMP!
Ah Lu’s expression shifted uncertainly before finally turning ashen. Struggling to her feet, she dropped to her knees, ignoring the intense pain, and frantically kowtowed to Uncle Qian.
"Old sir, we’re innocent! It was the Ying family who made us do this! You can’t just cast us aside after we’ve served our purpose!"
THUMP! THUMP!
Mr. Han Sr. also scrambled to his knees, craning his neck to proclaim their innocence. Han Yiming and Yuan Xiangjun were trembling so violently they could only kneel with their heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound. Nearby, Yuan Lang and the other two were so frightened they wet themselves, collapsing to the floor.
It’s over. We’re completely finished this time. Who could have imagined that the Ying Family’s Patriarch’s Wife from the Imperial Capital would be so viciously decisive? We thought a savior was coming, but instead, we got an executioner intent on silencing us!
As they looked at each other, their faces were drained of color, all of them sick with regret. Mr. Han Sr., in particular, wished he could beat his chest and stomp his feet, roaring with rage. The Han family had suffered the greatest loss; they were the unluckiest of all. They never should have listened to Ah Lu’s nonsense and provoked Lin Fan!
"Do you have any last words? If not, it’s time to be on your way." Amidst a sea of terrified gazes, Uncle Qian glanced around and nodded.
"Shen Yueli, you’re so cruel, so venomous! I slaved away for you like an animal, and now you want me dead over such a trivial matter!" Ah Lu shrieked, laughing and crying like a madwoman.
However, before she could continue her tirade...
BANG!
Uncle Qian casually waved his hand. A formless wave of Qi Force solidified into countless sharp blades, instantly tearing her to shreds that scattered across the floor.
"Ah! No, don’t kill us!" Han Yiming shrieked, his pants immediately soaking through as he scrambled and crawled toward the door.
BANG!
Uncle Qian merely flicked his gaze and raised his hand again. The fleeing figure shuddered violently and was similarly reduced to a bloody spray.
"Yiming! My dear grandson! It’s your grandfather’s fault! I’ve gotten you killed!" Mr. Han Sr. cried, tears streaming down his face as he fiercely slapped himself.
Wrong. It was all wrong. If not for our greed, if not for wanting to use our connections to bully others, how could the great Han family of the provincial capital have fallen overnight? Lin Fan might be hateful, but at least he spared our lives. The Ying family from the Imperial Capital, on the other hand, is ruthless, determined to eradicate us root and branch!
"You bastard, I’ll take you with me!" Mr. Han Sr. roared, his eyes bloodshot as he charged at the indifferent Uncle Qian.
BANG!
Alas, before he could even get close, his entire body exploded into a shower of gore, splattering all over Yuan Lang and the other two.
"No, don’t kill me! I’m pretty! I can be your mistress, the other woman! I can serve you unconditionally!" Wu Yanli quivered uncontrollably, stuttering and screaming at Uncle Qian as he looked her way.
"At my age, what interest would I have in such things?" Uncle Qian’s eye twitched as he shook his head.
"No, no, no, we’re from the Yuan family! We all know Lin Fan! He’s about to become our family’s son-in-law!" Yuan Lang blurted out, a flash of inspiration leading him to invoke Lin Fan’s name to sway their executioner.
"Yes, yes! In terms of seniority, I’m Lin Fan’s Seventh Uncle!" Seventh Uncle shouted, a wave of shock and hope washing over him when he saw Uncle Qian hesitate.
"...Alright. For the Young Master’s sake, I will spare your lives," Uncle Qian said, nodding with an uncharacteristic hint of emotion. However, before Yuan Lang and the other two could breathe a sigh of relief, he calmly shook his head. "But I cannot allow you to speak, write, or discern anything."
GASP!
What... What does that mean? Unable to speak means he’ll destroy our tongues. Unable to write means he’ll sever our limbs... Unable to discern? Does that mean he’ll blind us? Damn it, to become such a cripple... that’s more torturous than death itself!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Before the three regret-filled men could plead for mercy, Uncle Qian flicked his fingers. Invisible tendrils of Qi Force shot out like bullets.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
In the blink of an eye, the mouths, limbs, and eyes of Yuan Lang and his two companions became a bloody mess. Three wretched figures collapsed, rolling on the ground and clutching their throats as guttural sounds of agony escaped them.
"Alas, why did you have to involve yourselves in this conflict? How can mere mortals interfere in the feud between the Ying Family’s Patriarch’s Wife and the eldest legitimate son..." Uncle Qian lamented, shaking his head as a trace of sorrow surfaced in his murky old eyes.
Wh-what? Don’t tell me Lin Fan’s true identity is the eldest legitimate son of the Ying family, the foremost clan in the Imperial Capital?!
Even in their extreme agony, as Yuan Lang and his companions writhed on the ground, the revelation hit them like a thunderbolt, shattering their minds. How could they have been so foolish as to provoke someone with such a background?
"Ghh... ghhhh... ghhhhhh..."
Gurgling sounds escaped Yuan Lang’s throat. From his mangled eye sockets, two streams of bloody tears of utter regret flowed down his face. Wu Yanli convulsed and twisted as if she had gone mad. Seventh Uncle was so sick with regret that he desperately banged his forehead against the ground.
"Now that you have heard the Young Master’s true identity, you have no need for your ears either."
After speaking softly, Uncle Qian once again raised his hand and flicked his fingers. Paying no mind to the three tragic figures on the floor, he quietly left the basement and gazed toward the provincial capital. His work wasn’t finished. He still had to pay a visit to the Han family and erase anyone else involved.
「At this moment, deep within a military district compound in the Imperial Capital.」
This is so annoying. If I had known, I never would have agreed to let my family talk me into taking over these awful businesses...
The cool night breeze of the early morning blew in through the window, fluttering the shoulder-length hair of the girl sitting quietly inside. The warm glow of the desk lamp illuminated her fair, oval-shaped face, making her appear serene and beautiful. Pushing aside a large stack of documents, Xia Bingbing raised her long, slender arms and gave a mighty stretch. The movement caused her white tank top to pull taut across her full chest, and her supple waist displayed a stunning flexibility.
What’s with this? Sending internal system messages in the middle of the night? Aren’t they afraid of disturbing my beauty sleep? Hmph.
The phone on the corner of her desk buzzed, displaying a message from the Qianqiu Airlines Group. Xia Bingbing pouted, reluctantly picking it up and tapping the screen.
The next moment, her previously annoyed eyes widened in disbelief.
SCREECH!
The girl shot up from her seat, sending the chair sliding back with a piercing sound. It was a system alert from the group. Not long ago, someone had used a 3S-level Supreme Platinum Card on a flight from Southwest Sea City to the Imperial Capital. The cardholder’s identity was a top-level secret, and only a handful of the highest-ranking executives in the group had the authority to view it.
Amazement, ecstasy, panic... a storm of emotions washed over Xia Bingbing’s face. Finally, she took a deep breath, mustering her courage and extending a pale, slender finger. Trembling, she tapped on the video screenshot of the user.
A familiar face appeared on the screen. It lacked the heroic, untamable spirit of years past, replaced by a composed, steely coolness.
It’s him! It’s really him! He didn’t die after all. Just as I’d always hoped, he was alive, quietly living in some corner of this world!
"AHHHHHHH!" Xia Bingbing suddenly hugged the phone tightly to her chest, her hands clasped over her heart as she let out a scream of frantic joy.
"Bingbing, what’s wrong?"
"What happened?"
The commotion was so loud that the guards patrolling outside and numerous family members were startled, rushing toward the sound. Even a sleepy-eyed Mr. Xia Sr. hurried in, a coat thrown hastily over his shoulders.
"Grandpa, he... he’s alive! Seven years! It’s been seven whole years, and that jerk has finally come to the Imperial Capital to find me!" Xia Bingbing cried, tears of joy streaming down her face as she laughed and handed the phone to her dumbfounded grandfather.
"Who says Xia Bingbing can’t get married? Who dares say no one wants me? If I marry in this life, I’m marrying him and only him! Ahhh! I have a man! I have a man!" Her sobs grew louder, but her face was radiant with a smile of pure bliss.
This display left everyone in the room even more perplexed, and they exchanged confused glances.
Mr. Xia Sr. took the phone, his gaze instantly freezing on the screen. One second, two, three... after a full ten seconds of stunned silence, the old man’s face filled with shock, his pupils contracting violently. He sucked in a sharp breath and whipped his head around to face the Guard Officer beside him.
"Give the order immediately! Take men to the airport and intercept him! He must not be allowed to set foot in the Imperial Capital, and under no circumstances can he be allowed to appear before the public!"
