Dynasty Hotel.
Top-tier private room.
Maier, unaware that Ye Qiu was on his way to kill him, sat comfortably on a sofa, sipping high-end red wine.
Beside him stood an old man in a European-style robe, head bowed, eyes closed.
Suddenly, Maier thought of something and said, “Nicholas, do you think that driver will betray me?”
The old man opened his eyes and said, “Young Master, rest assured, the driver is already poisoned. He’ll die after delivering the coffin.”
“So, Ye Qiu doesn’t know I sent the coffin?”
“No.”
“Excellent,” Maier laughed. “I’ll keep scaring him like this, making him restless, ideally driving him mad.”
The old man said, “Young Master, before coming, Madam instructed you to return to the country as soon as possible.”
Maier said, “I’ll go back after killing Ye Qiu.”
The old man said, “If Young Master just wants him dead, I can handle it. I can take him out tonight.”
“No, I want to toy with him slowly,” Maier said. “I want him to become a frightened bird, driven to madness, and die in extreme pain.”
“That bastard made me lose face in front of the world and dragged the family down with me.”
“Killing him directly would be too easy for him.”
The old man frowned slightly and said, “I’ve investigated Ye Qiu’s background. He’s China’s Medical Saint, the leader of Dragon Gate, and a member of the Hades Hall. I suggest, to avoid complications, we kill him directly.”
Maier said, “I’ve already looked into his identities. Maybe to ordinary people, he’s impressive, but to me, he’s nothing, let alone in front of the family.”
“In the eyes of the great Rodel family, killing him is easier than crushing an ant.”
“By the way, is my father really going to kick me out of the family?”
The old man smiled, “Some elders in the family are quite displeased with you this time, Young Master, but the Patriarch is just putting on a show for them. After all, you’re his most beloved son.”
“Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent me here to protect you.”
“Young Master, I still suggest killing Ye Qiu as soon as possible.”
“He’ll die, but before that, I want his women,” Maier said with a sinister smile. “I must say, that bastard has good taste. His women are all stunning beauties.”
“When the time comes, I’ll play with them right in front of him.”
“That scene will surely be entertaining.”
Maier’s eyes gleamed with a wicked smile as he said, “Nicholas, have you arranged everything I asked for?”
“Young Master, rest assured, it’s all arranged,” the old man said. “I specifically brought in a star from Hollywood. She’s got an amazing figure. I’m sure you’ll like her.”
“Really? Where is she?”
“Right outside.”
“Call her in.”
The old man shouted toward the door, and soon, it opened. A woman walked in.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, very young, but aside from her white teeth, her entire body was black.
Tall and slender.
Long legs.
Curvaceous.
Maier’s eyes widened instantly.
“Young Master, are you satisfied?” the old man asked.
“Very satisfied,” Maier beckoned to the woman, who approached him.
Maier pulled her into his arms and said, “Nicholas, join in?”
The old man was about to nod when the woman suddenly broke free from Maier’s embrace, babbling something, clearly unwilling to participate.
“Ungrateful wench.”
The old man, furious, slapped her across the face, and she immediately fainted on the floor.
Then, the old man and Maier exchanged a glance, crouched beside her, and began unbuttoning her clothes.
At that moment.
“Bang!”
The door was suddenly kicked open, and several bodyguards flew in from outside, crashing onto the floor.
Maier looked down and saw blood gushing from the bodyguards’ throats, his face paling in fear.
“Who?” the old man immediately stepped in front of Maier, asking coldly.
Ye Qiu walked in from outside.
“It’s you!” the old man’s expression darkened.
Ye Qiu asked, “Someone sent me a coffin today with a bomb inside. Was it you?”
Before the old man could speak, Maier admitted it himself.
“That’s right, it was me,” Maier said, his fear vanishing upon seeing Ye Qiu, shouting arrogantly, “What can you do about it?”
“I can kill you,” Ye Qiu said, his body lunging forward.
Seeing this, the old man quickly struck, throwing a punch at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu countered with a punch.
“Boom!”
As their fists collided, the old man staggered back over a dozen steps. Then, a series of “crack, crack” sounds came from his right arm as every bone in it shattered.
The old man’s face changed drastically, shouting to Maier, “Young Master, run—”
Pfft!
Ye Qiu raised his hand, and a sword qi shot through the air, shattering the old man’s head.
Maier, a spoiled playboy, had never seen such a scene and was instantly petrified.
“Your turn!”
Ye Qiu kicked Maier over, then stomped on his right leg.
“Pfft!”
Maier’s right leg exploded into a mist of blood, everything below the knee gone.
“Ah…”
As Maier began to scream, Ye Qiu stomped on his left leg.
“Pfft!”
Maier’s left leg, below the knee, also turned to blood mist.
Ye Qiu followed with two bursts of sword qi, severing Maier’s arms.
“You dared send a coffin on my daughter’s full moon. If I don’t kill you, who else?”
There was no trace of mercy in Ye Qiu’s eyes as he unleashed two more sword qi, slicing off Maier’s ears.
“Ah… don’t kill me, don’t kill me…”
As Maier wailed, the phone on the sofa suddenly rang.
Ye Qiu glanced at it, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button. A man’s voice came through, speaking a language Ye Qiu couldn’t understand.
Hearing the voice, Maier’s spirits lifted, and he shouted, “Dad, save me, Ye Qiu’s going to kill me…”
“Give the phone to Ye Qiu!” the man on the other end said in broken Chinese.
“I’m Ye Qiu,” Ye Qiu said.
“Ye Qiu, release Maier immediately. Name your price,” the man on the phone said.
“Sorry, this isn’t something money can solve. Today, I must kill your son,” Ye Qiu said.
The man on the phone grew furious, saying darkly, “Ye Qiu, do you want to make an enemy of our Rodel family? I’m warning you…”
“So what if I do?”
Thud!
Ye Qiu stomped down, and Maier’s head exploded.
