25: Section 25

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, Qing Yuan started the car with a screeching launch.

Soon, with Qing Yuan speeding all the way, they arrived at Zuixian Ju (Drunken Immortal Residence) in just ten minutes.

“I’m here. Where are you?”

Xiao Fan dialed Mu Yinyin’s number.

“I’m in private room number one on the third floor.”

Xiao Fan went to the third floor and found private room number one.

Pushing open the door, Mu Yinyin was sitting there, her eyes a little red, clearly having cried not long ago.

Wang Debiao was standing beside her, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes when he saw Xiao Fan.

The reason he hadn't stopped Mu Yinyin from calling Xiao Fan was to kill him and make Mu Yinyin completely give up.

There were only four people in this private room now, and he was confident he could kill Xiao Fan.

As for the woman behind Xiao Fan, a greedy look flashed in Wang Debiao's eyes; he hadn't touched a woman in a long time, and today was a good day to break his abstinence.

“Xiao Fan, you’re here. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you today…”

“When did my Yinyin turn into such a crybaby?”

Xiao Fan gently wiped away Mu Yinyin’s tears. “No matter who bullied you, tell me, and I’ll help you solve it.”

“Wuwuwu.”

Mu Yinyin leaned against Xiao Fan’s chest and burst into tears.

It took her a while to calm down.

By now, the front of Xiao Fan’s shirt was completely wet.

Just then, a gloomy-eyed, hook-nosed young man walked in.

Behind him followed a gaunt old man.

Seeing Mu Yinyin in Xiao Fan’s arms, his eyes revealed a murderous intent.

“Who are you, daring to hold my woman? Are you looking for death?”

Mo Wei was furious. A few days ago, his father proposed marriage to Mu Chengan, and after seeing the photo, he had coveted Mu Yinyin’s body.

Today, he had come happily for a blind date, but he didn't expect to see his pre-ordained woman being embraced by another man as soon as he entered the room. How could he tolerate it?

“Your woman? Yinyin, tell this idiot whose woman you are.”

Mu Yinyin didn't speak; instead, she gathered her courage and kissed Xiao Fan.

“Damn it, Elder Xuan, kill this brat for me!”

Seeing this scene, Mo Wei was so enraged his lungs were about to burst. He just wanted to kill someone now.

“Elder Xuan?”

Seeing no response from behind him, Mo Wei turned back with some confusion.

He saw that Elder Xuan’s throat had already been slit, and he lay on the ground.

Meanwhile, a woman in green was casually wiping the short blade in her hand, speaking indifferently,

“Take a deep breath. Dizziness is normal.”

Mo Wei swallowed hard, feeling his legs begin to tremble.

“Big brother, please spare me. This is all a misunderstanding.”

Xiao Fan ignored him, instead whispering into Mu Yinyin’s ear.

“The scene later will be a bit bloody, so close your eyes first.”

Mu Yinyin obediently closed her eyes.

“Qing Yuan, dismember him.”

Xiao Fan would not let go of anyone who dared to provoke him; this was his life’s principle.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Qing Yuan’s mouth. What she loved most was the desperate look in her enemies’ eyes just before they died.

Hearing that name, Wang Debiao, who had just been about to act, also stopped.

A surge of fear emerged from his heart.

“Please spare me, okay? How much money do you want? What kind of spiritual elixirs do you want? I’ll agree to anything.”

Mo Wei’s legs went soft, and he immediately knelt down to beg for mercy.

“You offended Young Master and still wish to live?”

The short blade in Qing Yuan’s hand transformed into streaks of cold light.

Mo Wei painfully tried to scream, but Qing Yuan’s blade instantly cut off his tongue.

Soon, Mo Wei became a bloody mess, with no good skin anywhere on his body. He collapsed to the ground and stopped breathing.

“Next up is you, Wang Debiao. You wanted to kill me just now, didn’t you?”

Xiao Fan had seen the killing intent in Wang Debiao’s eyes clearly just now, and he absolutely had to get rid of him today.

He didn't want to be constantly targeted by a Grandmaster.

As the protagonist would say: You have sought your own death!

“I... I didn’t…”

Wang Debiao, who had always thought highly of himself, felt fear for the first time. He leaned against the wall, as if only that would give him a sense of security.

The pressure from that woman was simply too strong, so strong that just a glance made him lose all will to fight.

That was the kind of look only someone who had killed countless people could possess.

“I was wrong. I was blinded by greed just now. Please, in your generosity, spare me.”

Faced with life and death, Wang Debiao finally cowered, kneeling on the ground and pleading bitterly.

Hearing this, Mu Yinyin opened her eyes, looking at Wang Debiao in disbelief.

She couldn’t understand why Wang Debiao would want to kill Xiao Fan.

“Miss, Miss, please save me. Please save me, for the sake of me painstakingly protecting you for twenty years.”

Looking at Wang Debiao kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, a trace of reluctance finally flashed in Mu Yinyin’s eyes.

“Xiao Fan, can you spare his life…”

Wang Debiao hadn't even had time to rejoice when Mu Yinyin’s next words plunged him into an icy abyss.

“Just cripple his cultivation; that way, he won’t be a threat to you anymore.”

Chapter 23: You must have kidney deficiency, right?

Wang Debiao: You’re actually quite nice.

“Hahahahaha, I never thought that I, Wang Debiao, who has killed countless people in my life, would have to beg a little girl for my life in my old age.”

Wang Debiao suddenly stood up and burst into laughter.

Crippling his cultivation was even more cruel than taking his life.

He had offended too many people while working for the Mu family, and now his cultivation was crippled.

When those people found out, he would surely suffer a fate worse than death.

As for whether the Mu family would protect him, don’t be ridiculous; how could the Mu family protect someone whose cultivation was completely gone?

“You don’t need to do it; I’ll do it myself!”

Wang Debiao drew a short knife from his waist and plunged it into the left side of his chest.

The short knife went straight through his chest.

Wang Debiao moved his lips. “Miss, Uncle Biao can no longer protect you from now on. You must take good care of yourself.”

As soon as his words fell, Wang Debiao’s hands dropped limply, and he had already lost his breath.

“Uncle Biao…” Watching Uncle Biao commit suicide, Mu Yinyin’s emotions were complex.

What the hell? You old geezer, you’re playing the emotional card now?

Then what am I, the villain?

System: Aren’t you?

“Where’s my reward? This old dog was Lin Yan’s first minion in the early stages. System, you didn’t embezzle it, did you?”

System: “You can question my judgment, but not my integrity. If he’s not dead, what reward would I give?”

Suddenly, Qing Yuan spoke, “He’s not dead; it’s faked death.”

“His heart should be on the right side, and he must have used a turtle breath technique.

I once experienced something similar abroad, and due to a single oversight, I lost a teammate.”

At this, a hint of sadness flashed in Qing Yuan’s eyes.