324: Chapter 324 Lu Zhiqiang, a Man of Manners

The pig-headed man was silent for a few seconds, then gave a thumbs up to the camera. "Lyu Zhiqiang, you're ruthless. Fine, find a way to stall for time. The longer, the better—at least twenty minutes. I'll arrange for Old Zhang and Little Zhang to go over and provide cover for you. Be prepared; if you can escape, then escape. With your methods, as long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback."

Lyu Zhiqiang nodded slightly. "He will definitely interrogate me. I'll confess slowly, but I can't guarantee I can drag it out for too long. You'd best make them hurry. If I finish confessing and your people haven't arrived yet, I'll start confessing about your situation to stall for time. And I'll tell the absolute truth; if I mix in any lies, he'll definitely see through it."

The pig-headed man gave a grunt. "Good. I hope I can still see you at our next dinner."

As the words fell, the video call ended.

Lyu Zhiqiang took a deep breath and opened the door. "Come in. I'm on the second floor."

At the doorway, Han Jingyang extended his arm.

Shi Xiaoya smiled sweetly, hooked her arm through Han Jingyang's, and they pushed the door open to enter.

The villa's decor was very tasteful.

It was comfortable to look at from every angle.

Furthermore, it was clearly the residence of a cultured person; the style was fresh and elegant, exuding an intellectual atmosphere. The calligraphy and paintings adorning the walls were perfectly placed, consistent with the villa's decor, complementing and matching each other.

Of course, these decorative calligraphy pieces and paintings were clearly his own work, not bought with money.

Especially the few oil paintings; their style was extremely distinct, identical to those found in Shenzhuang Village. However, these were painted better, more delicately, and with more care.

Moreover, these were normal oil paintings, normal decorations, and the painting style focused mainly on landscapes and healing themes.

Han Jingyang unhurriedly looked at them one by one and praised, "Just these few paintings alone would have no trouble selling for a hundred thousand or so on the market. If one were to put effort into hyping them up, they could easily be touted as the work of a contemporary master. The skill level is extremely high."

Shi Xiaoya blinked. "Really?"

"Mm, the character portraits are at a master level. The landscapes are slightly lacking, but still first-class within the country. It's a pity he didn't take the right path."

"Hubby, shall we take a few back later?"

"Don't. We don't do that kind of petty theft."

"We can pay him."

"You like them?"

"Mm-hmm, two of them look quite nice."

"Alright, we'll ask about the price later."

At this moment, Lyu Zhiqiang's voice came from the impressions: "Han Jingyang, buying things without consulting me, the owner—isn't that... a bit impolite?"

Han Jingyang laughed heartily. "Politeness? Being polite to you? What kind of joke is that?"

"Why can't you be polite to me? Just because I'm a bad person?"

"Isn't that enough? For scum like you, a thousand cuts wouldn't be enough to pay for your sins, and you want to talk about politeness?"

"But I have always believed that a polite person treats everyone equally. Even if you want to kill me, you should maintain basic politeness before doing so. Only then can you be considered a true gentleman."

"A gentleman?" Han Jingyang laughed, taking Shi Xiaoya's arm as they walked upstairs. "A gentleman? I never said I was a gentleman. On the contrary, most of the time I'm more like a villain."

"Hahaha, how could the famous Mr. Han be a villain?"

"That's why empty reputations are burdensome."

Going upstairs.

Han Jingyang spotted the quiet room at a glance.

The door to the quiet room was open.

A thin, small man sat with his back to the door. His silhouette had quite an air about it; he sat cross-legged quietly, possessing the demeanor of an expert from the outside world.

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes and swept a glance at the man, then fixed his gaze on the oil paintings hanging on the wall.

In an instant, the women in the oil paintings all turned their eyes in unison, focusing their gaze on him.

It was hair-raising!

The hair on Han Jingyang's body stood on end instantly!

What the hell is this thing?

People in paintings can move?

That's freaking absurd!

Even the four sisters of Zou Shuying couldn't do that.

Fortunately, it was broad daylight.

If he had come at night, he would have truly been scared to death.

Damn it!

Han Jingyang cursed violently in his heart, but his facial expression did not change. He naturally withdrew his gaze. "Lyu Zhiqiang, don't play tricks. I can tell you clearly: in front of me, you don't have the slightest chance. Let alone killing me, even if you risked your life, you couldn't hurt a single hair on my head."

Lyu Zhiqiang slowly turned around. "As expected of the renowned Mr. Han, confident enough!"

Han Jingyang sneered. "Confidence comes from strength. You are just a paper tiger. Your little tricks are impressive, but once seen through, you can only surrender. Resist? My woman could easily kill you, right here on your home turf. Believe it?"

Lyu Zhiqiang shook his head. "I don't believe it."

Han Jingyang laughed. "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Shi Xiaoya, do it. There's nothing to say to this kind of scum."

After speaking, he formed a hand seal and cast a spell, activating the Manifestation of Holiness attribute, and shouted, "Open Celestial Eye!"

As Han Jingyang's words fell, Shi Xiaoya drew her blade and rushed forward. At the same time, Lyu Zhiqiang also waved his hand violently. "Attack!"

In an instant, thick, black-red Qi erupted from the oil paintings hanging in the quiet room, condensing into human faces. Each face was lifelike, exactly the same as in the oil paintings, and had a strong, tangible texture, indistinguishable from real human faces.

So strong!

Han Jingyang felt a chill.

The quality of these women's faces could already rival the peak of Chaotian Temple, though the quantity was significantly less.

But many a little makes a mickle; if these women's faces pounced all at once, it would be quite troublesome.

Lyu Zhiqiang chuckled. "Han Jingyang, it's not too late to stop now. Otherwise, your end will be miserable. Do you know the feeling of having your soul devoured by dozens of super Wraiths? It's extremely painful. In an instant, you will experience a sensation of being torn apart by five horses—a division at the soul level. Your Celestial Eye technique is indeed powerful, but the more so it is, the more miserable you will be, because you will watch helplessly as these women bite and swallow you madly, tearing your soul into shreds..."

Han Jingyang's expression remained unchanged. "Lyu Zhiqiang, is this all you've got? If you don't have more powerful methods, then prepare to die."

"Han Jingyang, don't try to scare me. I wasn't raised on fear."

"Scare you?" Han Jingyang laughed. "Lyu Zhiqiang, what makes you think I'm scaring you? What's the point of scaring you? It's useless. I just want a quick battle to end this right now. After killing you, I still have to go back to Shen Village to accept the thanks of the Zhou family, the Sun family, and your many other enemies."

Lyu Zhiqiang's expression suddenly turned ferocious. "You dare!"

"Why wouldn't I dare? I have already saved them; I am, in fact, their great benefactor. No matter what your grievances were back then, they all have to thank me. And you, you can only disappear slowly into the long river of history as a loser. No, you can't even be considered history. In a few years, no one will know who Lyu Zhiqiang was, especially in Shen Village; everyone will refuse to speak about what happened today and fifty years ago. Your Lyu family will disappear completely from then on, and these women you worked so hard to collect..."