The short, elderly man was about to kill Xiao Yu when a sound from the door made him whip his head around.
In the next second, a fierce killing intent flared in his eyes.
“Ye Qiu!”
The short old man gritted his teeth, his face brimming with towering hatred.
At the same time, several Wushen Sect disciples inside the room locked onto Ye Qiu, showing no trace of fear, only excitement.
Ye Qiu, hearing his name called, was mildly surprised and asked, “You know me?”
“No one in the sect doesn’t know you. Even if you turned to ash, I’d recognize that face,” the old man said. “Countless Wushen Sect experts have died by your hand, and the sect leader has issued a kill order against you.”
“You and Cao Yuan are our sect’s top targets.”
“I planned to deal with you in Jiangzhou after finishing things in Suhang, but here you are, delivering yourself to me. It must be fate, haha…”
The short old man threw his head back and laughed.
Huang Laoxie shouted a warning to Ye Qiu, “Run, this guy’s tricks are wicked, hard to handle!”
“Old man, thanks for the heads-up. For that alone, I’ll save you and your apprentice,” Ye Qiu said with a faint smile.
Earlier, when Sun Wu was killed, Ye Qiu could’ve intervened but didn’t, part of his own plan.
Besides, Sun Wu had dominated Suhang for years, extorting protection fees, running usury, and managing casinos, ruining countless lives—his death was well-deserved.
Ye Qiu, a doctor bound to save lives, didn’t save everyone.
Some, if saved, would drag you to hell.
The old man sneered at Ye Qiu’s words, “Save them? You’re delusional.”
“I won’t give you the chance.”
“Killing you will earn me an elder’s seat back at the sect.”
Ye Qiu grinned, “You Wushen Sect folks are as naive as ever, always thinking you can take me down, but one comes, one dies, two come, both die.”
“Not long ago, another guy tried to kill me, ended up dead by my hand.”
“His name was Poison Scorpion, your sect’s Right Emissary, ring a bell?”
“Ah—”
The old man suddenly roared, fists clenched, eyes bulging as if he could glare Ye Qiu to death.
Rage beyond measure.
“Why so mad?” Ye Qiu chuckled. “Was Poison Scorpion your friend?”
“Your brother?”
“Or maybe… your lover?”
“Ah—”
Another furious bellow, a vein pulsing on the old man’s forehead, muscles twitching from his face to his temples.
Uncontrollable fury.
What’s going on?
I just mentioned Poison Scorpion, why’s he losing it?
Could it be…
No way!
To test his hunch, Ye Qiu prodded further, “Didn’t expect you and Poison Scorpion to be a thing, tsk tsk, bet you two weren’t happy together, huh?”
“Nonsense, we were happy…” The old man clamped his mouth shut.
Didn’t that just admit he and Poison Scorpion were an item?
Though it wasn’t a secret in the sect, it was fresh gossip to outsiders.
“Damn, so you really were with Poison Scorpion,” Ye Qiu gaped.
Poison Scorpion was young, handsome, while this old guy was aged and ugly—hard to picture them together.
“Who was on top, who was below when they got it on?”
“Two guys, must’ve been tricky to figure out!”
“Ugh, why am I even thinking this?”
Ye Qiu shivered, grossed out.
The old man growled, “If Poison Scorpion had listened to me, joined me to wipe out the Qinglang Gang, then hit Jiangzhou to kill you, he wouldn’t have died by your hand.”
“Know why he didn’t wait?” Ye Qiu asked.
The old man had wondered too, he’d begged Poison Scorpion not to go to Jiangzhou, nearly dropping to his knees, but Poison Scorpion went anyway.
“Because he was sick of you,” Ye Qiu said.
“No way! We were together… over three years, he couldn’t hate me,” the old man refused to believe.
“Killing me was just one goal in Jiangzhou, the other was ditching you, he was done,” Ye Qiu said. “First thing he did there wasn’t hunting me, it was hooking up with a woman.”
“I know her, a star, sexy, great figure…”
“Shut up!” the old man roared.
Ye Qiu kept going, “He and that woman holed up in a hotel for days and nights, lone guy, lone gal, one room—what do you think they did?”
“I said stop, or I’ll kill you!”
The old man lunged forward, then froze mid-step.
His rage vanished instantly.
“Hmph, you’re trying to rile me up, spot a flaw, and strike, right?”
“Gotta say, you’re sly.”
“I nearly fell for it,” the old man sneered.
Ye Qiu smiled broadly, “You’re wrong, flaw or not, killing you’s a breeze. I told you all this just to piss you off before you die.”
“Mission accomplished.”
“So, you can die now.”
The old man laughed, “Kill me? You alone?”
“One’s enough,” Ye Qiu grinned back.
“Let’s see how,” the old man barked at the Wushen Sect disciples, “The sect leader said whoever kills Cao Yuan or Ye Qiu gets ten million and an elder’s seat.”
“Here’s your shot at wealth and rank, gonna miss it?”
“Kill Ye Qiu, then we take out Cao Yuan.”
“Roar!”
The disciples howled with excitement, pumped like they’d been shot with adrenaline.
“Kill!”
At the old man’s command, they closed in on Ye Qiu.
Bai Touweng, eager to impress, charged first, but as he neared, Ye Qiu grimaced, “When’d you last bathe? You stink, get lost.”
Boom!
Ye Qiu’s fist flew.
Bai Touweng soared backward, arcing through the air, and just before hitting the ground, his body exploded.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Dead on the spot.
The Wushen Sect disciples froze, faces pale with terror.
No one expected Bai Touweng, a top fighter, to be blasted apart by one punch from Ye Qiu.
