Chapter 37-Part 2

Should he say it’s true that he’s from the Qi family? Always instigating others to betray, just like Xu Jiahui.

He wonders what the outcome will be for the person in front of him.

Like Xu Jiahui, will he end up brainwashed by his master?

As for what he wants… Yan Hao remained expressionless, thinking to himself that he’d prefer Qi Xing’s life, but he wondered if Qi Xing would agree to that.

As for the rest…

Money? Whose wealth-generating ability could surpass his master’s?

Yan Hao scoffed.

Fame and fortune? Huangsha Star ranks at the bottom of the Federation. Even if he’s the best on this planet, who will recognize him once he leaves?

Power is similar, only influential on this small planet. If you’re capable, you can exert your influence outside.

As for beautiful women, Yan Hao snorted disdainfully, not bothering to say much.

Who could call someone beautiful in front of him? Didn’t they know he looks in the mirror every day?

With this analysis, the other party’s proposal had no appeal whatsoever, not even as attractive as his master personally cooking him medicinal food.

“Your suggestion,” Yan Hao paused, unwilling to lie, “is interesting.”

Wang Feng laughed heartily, finding the progress of the matter unexpectedly smooth.

He winked, saying, “Trust me, after this is done, it’ll be more interesting when we’re celebrating as brothers.”

Yan Hao couldn’t help but furrow his brows; it sounded very uninteresting.

Using such uninteresting things to entice him, people from the Qi family were so foolish.

If they had suggested beating up someone from the Qi family instead, maybe his interest would be piqued.

“Wang, right? Wait here; I’ll be back.” Yan Hao said it coldly.

Was he planning to directly bring the unnamed pharmacist over to him?

Wang Feng couldn’t help but feel excited; this was a great achievement! The master was wise; why hadn’t he thought of this method earlier? By easily taking down the master and servant duo, it would also increase the Qi family’s strength.

Yan Hao remained calm, returning to his seat at the dessert shop. He recounted the conversation between him and Wang Feng to the master in detail, without hiding anything.

Finally, he slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, feeling a little smug. “I remembered the entire conversation, word for word.”

When Tang Xin first saw Yan Hao, she was shocked that he didn’t even bother to bring back a drink as a cover and just returned like that. Before she could ask, she was stunned by Yan Hao’s words, murmuring to herself, “Impressive…”

He actually remembered everything.

Yan Hao tried to suppress the urge to smirk, maintaining his composure. “Please, Master, give your instructions.”

“Instructions?” Tang Xin stupidly repeated it, not understanding Yan Hao’s meaning.

She was still in a daze, not yet coming to her senses.

Yan Hao nodded, saying matter-of-factly, “You’re the master; the decisions are yours to make. Once you decide, I’ll take care of the rest. Whatever you want to do, I can cooperate with you.”

Tang Xin stared straight at Yan Hao, looking at him for a long time, confirming that he wasn’t joking. With a soft sigh, she realized that the people from the Qi family probably couldn’t imagine that their adversary was actually a loyal dog, not paying any attention to their schemes.

Tang Xin’s heart was moved, but she felt overwhelmed by the emotion, not knowing how to express herself.

At the moment, she couldn’t spare any thought for how to deal with the Qi family members. She had been pondering tirelessly about how to handle her own guards.

**

Xu Jiahui’s usually white clothes were stained dark red with blood.

The blood on her clothes included that of Qi Huan, the pharmacist, the shopkeeper, and the staff, but none of her own.

Xu Jiahui stood alone in the courtyard, laughing hysterically and appearing insane.

Things went even smoother than she had imagined. No one had ever suspected her, and everyone followed her instructions, creating favorable conditions for her actions.

Qi Huan was dead, his face slashed with forty to fifty cuts from a dagger, scars almost covering his entire face, and his legs broken into pieces.

Xu Jiahui thought to herself that Young Master Qi didn’t understand how painful disfigurement was. He’d rather buy worthless junk than scar removal cream for her. He had to experience what she felt before he died.

Of course, this was far from enough.

Even though Mrs. Qi had died long ago, Qi Huan always mentioned her in front of Qi Xing, trying to block her path. It was simply despicable!

With new and old grievances combined, Xu Jiahui smashed Qi Huan’s kneecaps while smiling at him.

“When I was about to break the pharmacist’s legs, weren’t you coming out to stop me? Since that’s the case, you’ll suffer for her.”

As Qi Huan rolled on the ground in pain from his shattered leg bones, Xu Jiahui leisurely carved scars on his face.

“Kill me, kill me!” Qi Huan wailed in agony, even trying to crawl to the wall to end his own life, but his legs were useless.

Xu Jiahui’s hand didn’t stop, the dagger fluttering like a butterfly, muttering to herself, “Not enough, not enough.”

She wanted to retaliate against Qi Xing for the pain and suffering she had endured a hundredfold.

When Qi Huan had let out enough of his rage and taken in less air, she used the dagger to cut his throat, putting an end to him.

The pharmacist was much easier to deal with than Qi Huan, who was mostly just a technical geek and completely defenseless.

Xu Jiahui wielded the dagger with almost one kill per strike, swiftly wiping out everyone.

Then, it was the shopkeeper, the staff, the guards…

Xu Jiahui’s eyes were bloodshot. When she finally came to her senses, the once-grand Qi family was left with only her alive.

At this moment, Qi Xing still hadn’t returned, and Wang Feng was still absent.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t casually call the people from the branch store over; it would attract too much attention.

Xu Jiahui couldn’t help but feel regretful, but she soon pushed aside the thoughts in her heart and regained her composure.

She intended to set a fire and burn the Qi family to ashes, but then she thought that if the fire burned too fiercely and Qi Xing came back, everywhere would be ashes. Then he wouldn’t recognize his precious son anymore. He wouldn’t know how much suffering his precious son had endured before his death. That would be a pity!

Ignoring the bodies everywhere, Xu Jiahui went back to her room, took a hot bath, changed into clean white clothes, and then calmly left the Qi family.