My beautiful CEO wife-Chapter 1634: Beidao Guang

Creak.

The villa’s password lock opened, and Long Qie walked in with a trace of exhaustion on his face.

Chu Xiaoran and Leng Ruobing immediately stood up, eagerly asking, "Did you find him?"

Long Qie shook his head helplessly, hesitantly looked at them and said, "Outside..."

Leng Ruobing showed sadness, glanced at the hesitant Long Qie, and forced a smile, "Just say it, is there another rumor outside?"

Long Qie’s body straightened, he closed his eyes to cover the anger in his gaze, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and calmly said, "The Eight Great Sanctuaries have declared to the public that the Evil God... is dead."

Leng Ruobing and Chu Xiaoran’s expressions changed, as they knew all too well what this meant. In Huaxia, the Eight Great Sanctuaries dominated the entire martial arts system and controlled public opinion. If even they announced Xiao Zheng’s death...

Tears welled up again in Chu Xiaoran’s eyes.

Leng Ruobing also felt a stabbing pain in her heart, but unlike Chu Xiaoran, she couldn’t cry. She is the Sky Net Queen, and with Xiao Zheng gone, she must shoulder the burden of Sky Net and the entire Huaxia martial arts community.

Thus, she must remain strong, must be strong.

However... she turned her head to gaze at the starlit night sky, her eyes filled with weakness and sorrow.

Xiao Zheng, where are you? I miss you so much, I’m so tired...

After a long silence, Leng Ruobing took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and after a moment, her face returned to its icy demeanor, reverting back to that seemingly emotionless woman she used to be.

She looked at Long Qie and said coldly, "Long Qie, announce to the public in the name of Sky Net and the Martial Arts Alliance that Xiao Zheng is not dead. We do have clues, but due to the gravity of the matter, we cannot disclose any confidential information!"

"At the same time, intensify the search for Xiao Zheng!" Leng Ruobing clenched her fists, her eyes full of chilling resolve, "He won’t die, he won’t just die like this! Keep searching; even if he really is dead, I want to see his corpse!"

"Yes!"

...

Meanwhile,

Mo Anna was slumped over a table, staring blankly at the bottle in her hand.

She didn’t like drinking, but she loved it now, all because of that bastard!

She sniffled, recalling the bastard’s handsome face and that perpetually composed smile she hated—like everything was under his control.

It always made her uneasy.

She laughed self-mockingly, picked up the glass and drank alone, then through the glass gazed at the night sky, murmuring, "You damned bastard, weren’t you always the one to foresee everything, always with a backup plan? How come this time you... fell?"

She laughed foolishly and shook her head; she rarely got drunk because she refused to.

But now she just wanted to be drunk, because being drunk meant she could forget some things she’d rather not remember, like that bastard, like the bastard being gone.

But how could she forget?

She had to keep drinking, drink until the morning, drink until she could sleep, drink until she could convince herself that guy was still alive.

"Miss."

The voice from outside interrupted Mo Anna’s thoughts. She frowned slightly, blinked drowsily at the door, and, with a touch of drunkenness, said, "If there’s something, just say it."

"The whereabouts of Xiao... the Evil God, still no news."

"Ha..." Mo Anna chuckled, shook her head, "Since you haven’t found him, why come here, to drink with me?"

"No... but the Eight Great Sanctuaries have..."

Mo Anna’s drowsy gaze steadied, no longer showing the slightest hint of drunkenness.

She tilted her gaze slightly, a hint of chill in her eyes, "Are you saying, that old bunch has given up on the Evil God?"

"Yes, should we also..."

"Keep searching!" Mo Anna’s words were filled with indifference but carried a decisiveness and a looming threat, "If anyone dares to slack off, they’ll be killed without mercy."

Outside, a long silence ensued before the voice spoke again, "But by doing this, we’re openly opposing the Eight Great Sanctuaries... the pressure is too much, isn’t it?"

"Pressure?" Mo Anna sneered, "Don’t worry, we won’t be the only ones, and even if we are, there’s no room for negotiation in this matter. The Evil God won’t die, he cannot die!"

Outside returned to silence once more.

"Miss, I don’t know if I should say this."

Mo Anna sneered, "Just say it."

"Are you... too..." The voice outside hesitated, seemingly thinking through the appropriate words.

"You’re saying I’m too confident in him?"

"Yes, that is what I mean."

Mo Anna’s expression eased, a slight smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, she refilled the empty glass, her face bearing a look of reminiscence and smiled lightly, "Ha, I think most people underestimate him."

...

The Evil God is dead!

This news wasn’t new, but it was confirmed by the most authoritative Eight Great Sanctuaries.

Word spread rapidly, and within half a day, the entire martial arts world learned of this saddening news.

The Evil God was dead... the immensely talented Evil God died in the West, killed by the Werewolves.

This news not only saddened the martial artists of Huaxia but also fueled their anger and hatred; the Werewolves became the greatest enemy in their eyes at that moment.

After all, the one who died was the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch of Huaxia.

The hope of Huaxia.

Meanwhile, in a remote seaside estate, the sea breeze blew.

A towering figure stood on the estate’s balcony, gazing at the ink-black night, a cold smile curled at his lips.

"Ha, Evil God, you can’t escape death in the end." Bei Daohai coldly observed the fervent emotions and combative spirit of Huaxia’s martial artists across the land, his heart filled with excitement.

He had waited too long for this opportunity.

Beidao Guang is a renowned prestigious family in Huaxia, ranked just below the Eight Great Sanctuaries, even surpassing many prestigious families in Jiangnan Province. But ever since Xiao Zheng became the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, his Beidao Guang Family faced constant suppression.

The reason stems mainly from the family’s connection to several foreign races in the West—though such relations are not allowed openly, many families secretly sought interaction with Western aliens.

This is inevitable; although Huaxia and Western aliens remained adversaries, since the last major war, there had been no conflicts, creating fertile ground for grey business dealings.

Moreover, the profits are substantial, how could Bei Daohai not partake?

Even many from the Eight Great Sanctuaries have reached into this grey realm, and as long as it’s not exposed publicly, they turn a blind eye.

But ever since Xiao Zheng took power, his subordinates Long Qie and Titan began to meddle in this grey territory. Although the entire martial world engaged in these activities, they were still underhanded dealings. If they uncovered any evidence...

The foundation of the Beidao Guang Family would suffer greatly, possibly even being eliminated from Huaxia!